Today it sat silent, accumulating dust. The paper stayed empty, waiting for the familiar touch. The unbalanced rhythm of the typewriter, Embedded in the abyss of her heart, Was the symphony of her love. He was gone, miles away into the dark. Escaped from reality in search of mystery. Leaving behind a void, a longing …
What do you want me to write tonight, my love? For every word of mine is a gift from you to me. Let me not pen down the usual letters, maybe. It’s mundane, reminding you of my loneliness, All the promises you made since the beginning. You are gone, miles and miles away far away …
Why do you share your joys with all, while leaving bruises on a selective few? Why search for home in heart of a stranger, only to abandon, leaving her yearning for you? Why do you fear losing that love, when you claim to tread the journey of life, holding hands of another? -Rajashree Spread the …
Once, love had been an exchange of hand-written letters. Today, it’s an exchange of mails. For lovers separated by distance, Outlook, Gmail are rescuers. Does lack the charm of carefully crafted, perfumed pages and scrolls, Yet preserves the enthusiasm, enough to ignite passion inside a soul. A wait of days, weeks or even more. But …
