From the Letters I ve never sent .. ~
I wrote something a long ago, when there were so many things to talk about. But I guess, my words never reached, they fell out of place, landed no where.. I never figuered out my place back then- I guess, I was transending into nowhere-illusioned, maybe floating!!
I searched, so many times for answers. For a real face to show the truth, all i heared was nothing but the rustling wind, in my land wind visit with chaos, it rattle all places, fill all the void with dust, I can see nothing at that time- I only see swirling cyclone of sands traveling around..
I then sketched a lonely letter on a bare white paper, I wiped away all the dust that resides on the surface- most of the spaces were swallon and some of them were invaded enermously with dust. I think, i stayed there wiping the dust and sketching a letter, but the letter never found a place!
The place that was meant to be, maybe a place where we all feel to be the right one for the right time. Something that were laying, hiding within the realm of the truth, when you think you were abondend so many times, or maybe thats how you felt! At the moment you call for a stand- people leaves you on despair and loss of your request...
I remember then, I had dreams, of so many tribes, hurdling down their way to the top.. something we all aspire-I remebmer, I called with agony, and pain filling my eyes, my heart was swallon one day, maybe with dismay- maybe with terror!
Why was it so hard to believe- that even when we do- we wish if it was a dream, and in a minute we will wakeup! is it denial, or maybe not living reality, or having my usual dream bubble bursts- or is it so lovely to be living somewhere not around- not even in my own usual neighbourhood, not even in ma old dusky room...
The letters never reached, because the recipient was never home or cut loose all ends- never heared from them again- never a sight or a look- or even a scent. But I still remember them, maybe the echoes more!! They still come into my memory, I still feel them roaming around- or maybe not so!~
I never heared from them again, but deep down in my heart I ve always wished them the very best- the best of our dreams- of something that will lift them up, make them big, or even more happier than they are! I know, I'd pay the price of all my incurred debt- but its worth it- when a trace leaves a lovely melody that always plays effortlessly at the back of my old-forgotten heart !!
P.S: Some letters are left unread, others were never sent- but in the end- unspoken words leave behind deep seated fears- and obsession !
I searched, so many times for answers. For a real face to show the truth, all i heared was nothing but the rustling wind, in my land wind visit with chaos, it rattle all places, fill all the void with dust, I can see nothing at that time- I only see swirling cyclone of sands traveling around..
I then sketched a lonely letter on a bare white paper, I wiped away all the dust that resides on the surface- most of the spaces were swallon and some of them were invaded enermously with dust. I think, i stayed there wiping the dust and sketching a letter, but the letter never found a place!
The place that was meant to be, maybe a place where we all feel to be the right one for the right time. Something that were laying, hiding within the realm of the truth, when you think you were abondend so many times, or maybe thats how you felt! At the moment you call for a stand- people leaves you on despair and loss of your request...
I remember then, I had dreams, of so many tribes, hurdling down their way to the top.. something we all aspire-I remebmer, I called with agony, and pain filling my eyes, my heart was swallon one day, maybe with dismay- maybe with terror!
Why was it so hard to believe- that even when we do- we wish if it was a dream, and in a minute we will wakeup! is it denial, or maybe not living reality, or having my usual dream bubble bursts- or is it so lovely to be living somewhere not around- not even in my own usual neighbourhood, not even in ma old dusky room...
The letters never reached, because the recipient was never home or cut loose all ends- never heared from them again- never a sight or a look- or even a scent. But I still remember them, maybe the echoes more!! They still come into my memory, I still feel them roaming around- or maybe not so!~
I never heared from them again, but deep down in my heart I ve always wished them the very best- the best of our dreams- of something that will lift them up, make them big, or even more happier than they are! I know, I'd pay the price of all my incurred debt- but its worth it- when a trace leaves a lovely melody that always plays effortlessly at the back of my old-forgotten heart !!
P.S: Some letters are left unread, others were never sent- but in the end- unspoken words leave behind deep seated fears- and obsession !

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