Love Poem, Pain, Poems


I’m no longer capable of writing you letters.

My hand has finally cramped & my bones has caused tears to stream down from my eyes…

The letters I’ve written to you are sitting buried in my drawer,

Covered in dust and as sorrow fails.

I want to rid myself of the memory of you…

Yet I can never find the courage to send them off…




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221 thoughts on “Letters”

  1. This reminds me of a letter I wrote to someone, but I knew from the start that it was never meant to be sent, so it sits in my box in my room

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      1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
        With ur loved ones….hasi aa gyi boaring day aur ye loneliness hi actually hamare sathi hote he…100 ke bhid me bhi insan tanha aur akela hota he 😁😁

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  2. Beautiful πŸŽ€πŸŽ€πŸŽ€
    Letter…love letter πŸ“¨
    Yha mai kuch share kr rhi hu..mai jb apne dosto ko unke love letter padhte dekh ke yhi sochti thi ki kash mujhe bhi koi love letter likhe πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚…pr aisa kbhi hua nhi adhuri wish Hi rah gyi…
    Very beautiful poem 😊😊

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  3. Touching words, so well expressed. It is difficult for all of us to learn to let go. Also, this dissociation we have between mind and heart, dream and reality, illusion and delusion… I like to read and talk about these issues. I strongly recommend you and all your followers to read my friend Mario Savioni’s novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read). It is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: β€œIt’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs, abuse, loneliness and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I recommend chapters 11 and 12 that especially deal with sexual abuse, bullying and loneliness:

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      1. So glad you like Mario’s poems. As I said, this novel “Pickles and Tarts” is really worth reading. I have written a summary from chapters 1 to 10 for you and your followers to go straight to chapters 11 and 12. I think you will all like this. So many relatable issues to all of us like loneliness, having experienced bullying, sexual abuse or any sort of power abuse in life. I suffered bullying as a child. That is why chapter 12 especially resonate with me:

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      2. You are absolutely right, Nirant. The problem is he has no time, works like hell doing a job he hates and that is why I am helping him. Without Mario I doubt I would have started to write poems and create my blog.

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  4. Your love made imprints on my heart
    I wish they were just some words on a paper
    May be someday I would have burned them
    But what to do of these markings my heart holds

    Your poetry reminded me of the ghazal

    Teri khushbu mein base khat mein jalata kaise
    Pyar mein dubey huye khat mein jalata kaise

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    1. Yesss there are some words which can’t be seen as they are emotional wippee out with tears !!
      Yeah I’ll burn them coz keeping them around makes me suffocate !!
      Markings- markings we’re never permanent one coz if they were, they won’t have left us and gone !!

      Aur iin khushboo ki baat he kuch nirali hai !!

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  5. Oh, so painful and intense words, Partner. You can never send them off because they contain some beauuuuutiful memories that can never be expressed. πŸ˜„ Letters are the best.


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