You always believe, it’s the heart that’s wrongdoer
It’s it that keeps beating and leads you to take a torturous ride?
It’s it that shudders you and keep pinning all the time?
It’s it that reminds you all the bad and carry all the pain.
No, it’s not the heart that’s culprit.
It’s your mind that you’re in battle with!
It’s it that keeps reminding you all and keeps you up at nights.
It’s it that peels off all the wounds and does not let you heal.
It’s it that’s you need to convince, and it’s it that needs to be fixed.
“Why do you write?” Somebody asked her.
“I do write because I cannot just speak, and believe this is the more expressive way to pour out what haunts me.”
“Oh I…” She murmured.
“These are not only words, these are the feelings wrapped into the letters, these are the longings that supplicate to be taken care and these are the traces for him to come and follow me. And I know – One day he would be able to reach it, one day he would get to know, how often & intensely I used to miss him. I write because I want him to feel all I feel, to hear what I never say and to go through all I have in my mind, continuously repeated.”
“I want him to have this all, at least once.”