I was waiting for your letter since a very long time , And then came a love letter which astonished me at that time , I know it came from your heart Bcoz , all our memories were stuffed in it . I feel to cry like a baby but you were standing just next to me , I thought I am the lucky person to have you bcoz , our love chemistry was just like making a flame without matchstick .. Your smile makes me crazy and you make me dead at that time , I was happy when I read this letter bcoz , everything was putted like a star in the sky.. I thought to hug you like a couple meant for each other , And I will never forget you and your lovely letter !!
Sending postcards to friends or loved ones is an age old sweet gesture. Although social media has made it quite easy to share messages, today embrace the classic charm and warmth of sharing your whereabouts by postcard.
--Today, write a postcard message to the sky.--
You can write your sentiments, learnings or anything else you wish to share. Keeping in mind the limited space in a postcard, write a short message.
// A poetic mind lies on a broken couch emanating scents of charismatic metaphors and refrains, undoing all the sour ink spilled upon the walls of his weary journal. //
The sleepless night sky lined with the undying stars and a faint chandelier, which hang in the dark void surrounded by the air filled with screaming silence. Presence of fireflies replaced with the amber glow of streetlights below the oak carved window sill. A few banyan trees that remain are to be soon replaced with a dozen skyscrapers inhabiting more human brains filled with artificiality, by abandoning the sweet melodies that nightingales and cuckoos sing in the holy honour of artists and poets, who died of starvation. Mortal footsteps run against the perennial nature and race against the sprinting time with a fragile wish to defeat them.
// A poetic mind lies on a broken couch devoid of materiality and fresh oxygen with scarred neck and slitted wrists to end his painful endurance, full of lies and false beauty, that a metro city brought over his doorstep. //
~ Everytime a new metro track is laid, death beds of poets and artists are dug along.