Tuesday, July 22, 2014

"Don't love me..." 1.2

She was obsessed with rain. Just as she was of the smell of a new book. Her old journal. Rebirth of some memories and a grave of few others. Rain. A gift to Her from heaven. In return she always gave a part of Hers. Sad ones. It accepted those happily. 

"Come under the umbrella. You will catch cold as always." He called out caringly. She giggled. Spreading her arms wide as wings of a phoenix. Rain kissed Her face. Just as He did. Softly. Tenderly. She sneezed and laughed. Her laughter echoed through the rain. 



"Don't love me so much so you can't live without me." She said warming herself with His closeness under the umbrella. 

 The rain crashed on Her. Hurting this time. She opened Her home. Their home. Empty. As Her Soul.
Thursday, July 17, 2014

"Don't love me..." 1.1

"You're the biggest failure of my life!" 

Shocked. Terrified. These words etched Her heart, mind and soul. She just couldn't get rid of them.

Forgetting wasn't an option. Whenever She looked in his eyes. There they were.  As clear as glass. He had said to Her once. A burden on Her life.

Thunder. Dark sky. Downpour. The train rapidly past by, soaked Her. She snapped back from past. Its honk tearing Her ears as those words had done once. A scream from Her past. She could still hear. The droplets dribbling from Her fingertips. Her soul was weeping. Bleeding.


"Don't love me so much so you would be hurt. When you expect something from me. What if I can't give it?" She had said.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

"Don't love me..."

"Don't love me so much so it will make you vulnerable." He said.

Her feet were grounded by these words. What are those? Reassurance? False promise? Deception?

She stood heavy-hearted and kept staring in His eyes. Everybody Lies! But eyes.They are window of our soul.They won't.Neither will His.


The rustling of trees in soft wind of monsoon was making Her fall in love with the moment. With Him? Again?
Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Day 4: Letter to your sibling

Dear Bro B,

        Though we haven't shared much as kids, we do share an understanding that need not be spoken of. I still remember how you beat me many times  and I couldn't as you being the younger one. I shall share those beatings when you have kids. SO BEWARE!

        Haaaa! I miss our delay to bed and delay to rise during holidays. We used to prop up from bed and watch the dubbed English serials (I dream of Jeanie), Talespin, Gummy Bears, Chip and Dale....I could go on and on. When Scooby Doo had its telecast on DD Metro WE WERE ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!(Tuesday evening)
     
        My jealousy for you had outgrown as years passed. We hardly talk now-a-days, but there's an attachment that need not be flaunted. (as some do over here)

        I wish the best for you. Ping me sometimes!!!

Love,
Your sis.

P.S. A biiiiggggg Thank You for the books on my birthday. You are the only one who gifted me what I had WANTED wished for.

P.P.S. Please EAT! I can count your ribs without even touching them.
Monday, June 16, 2014

Day 3: A Letter to your parents

Dear Mom and Dad,
 
         I miss you! I never thought I would say it, but I do. I had taught myself to be practical, love made me emotional fool and now am in a quick sand.

         I have disappointed you on many fronts. Sorry wouldn't be suffice. I want to keep you at bay from my life's sorrows. There's hurdle on each step that am taking. (I could be good at skipping hurdles in a game. Am getting that good! *sigh*)

         I would have shattered, hadn't been for your support and believing in me. I'll never let you down. I might be in profound distress at times, I shall raise myself up and make you proud.

Love,
Your daughter.

P.S. Happy Father's Day Pappa. Sorry I had wished you a bit late.

P.S. (To readers) It feels heavenly when your dad keeps his hand on your head. There is no feeling compared to the caress of a mother, not even a caress of your girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse. Cherish it!/

I came across this letter while searching for an image. DO READ
Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Day 2: Letter to your crush

Note: My letters couldn't get delivered as my net decided to shut itself up from me for few days.

Dear Ron,

        I fell in love with you when I was 12. (Age of innocence!) I was awe struck knowing how you had rescued Harry from house arrest. Who would take such risk in a flying blue sedan even when you didn't had a  driving license? (Risk of facing your mother after that, btw) A True Friend!
  
        It had been in Chamber of Secrets when I first met you. You created love in me. Love for books; love for reading. You made be believe that there's always a way to face difficulties; and being happy. 

        I miss that feeling. I have lost that serenity when I was amongst books. A pin prick hurts less than 'words' these days. I wish I could shut my emotions somehow. Don't feel anything. Don't feel sorry or regret. No Guilt. NOTHING! I wish I was a Vampire! (Oh! Your counterpart; the species called Vampires are able to shut their emotions. Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries taught me. I Love Him. Don't worry Ronnie, you are always gonna be my first crush.)

        I love your family. You always stand up for them. (A side note to J.K.Rowling: You shouldn't have allowed the Death Eater to kill Fred)

        And RON! You and Hermione made every one wait for so long to hear read about your confession of love; in Deathly Hallows. Though it was among dark spells and Death eaters, I shall remember it.

        I disliked you being jealous of Harry in Goblet of Fire. Not because you were jealous, but You were being missed in half of the book.

        For once, take me in to your world of wizardry. Its getting tough to live here, A Heartless so-called Real World.

Yours forever and ever,
Beyond Horizon 


Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Writing will keep me sane

My lazy mind couldn't be motivated to restart writing. Therefore, I decided to find something challenging to keep it working. (Psst! I hate to give up) I googled, and found a 30 Day Letter Challenge here. I am 2 days behind, but nevertheless its a beginning. I shall cover up the 2 days.

Here is the challenge for Day 1. *trumpets*

1. Write a letter to your best friend.




Do I have 'a' best friend? No! I have best friends. So I wrote down multiple letters rather than one.

Dear Prachi,

       Where art thou? Seriously! Where are you? Guess you must be asking the same to me too. We have lost touch buddy.

         But I know, we haven't forgotten each other. We exchange best wishes SMS, 2 days in a year.

          I am waiting to hear from you this Sat. Missing You.

Love,
Poonam

My Dearest Jayshri,

         I MISS OUR LOLs. Your jittery before exams always makes me laugh when I remind it, cause you always used to end up scoring highest marks, Doc!

          Some of the best memories of my med life I have shared with you. 'Convocation Day': The Best Day, we were so engrossed in ourselves that we forgot there were 100 others graduated too. (lol)

          There is nothing much to write, as most often we talk :P

           See you soon.

Love,
Poonam

P.S. I want your handmade bakery stuff.

Dear Thilsath,

         Hi! My sweet friend. You are my reflection. I see me in you. Our love for books, love for writing, love for love. Though we do not share much of each others personal lives, we can sense our feelings.

          We have to meet! We surely do.
     
          Keep Smiling.

xoxo


Not so Dear Harshith, ROFL!!!

            I had hated the way you comment. "Hey Hi....Regards Eon". It used to irritate me back in the days when I didn't knew you.

            Now I have confessed it. *gaye mere gifts* *sigh*

            We are "just friends" cliche right?

             You never judge me when I confide something to you. That's the reason why you are among the ones whom I can talk to, when I want to. (Read: WHENEVER I want to)

               Stay the same or else I can dissect you.

               I hate you because of your smoking and fermenting, but I shall never ask you to stop it.

Wishes (you get your girl soon),
Poonam


Dear Vijeta,

         I am writing to you at the end. Remembering the one before last breathe matters the most.

         Your new life along with the new name is wrapped with many new and old things. Cherish the happier ones, cry when you want to, but never break.

          I am here for you always, to hear your words and respect your silence.

Love & Wishes,
Poonam

P.S. (TO THE WHOLE POST) Short and Simple letters, I did not wanted to bore you :P