I wrote many letters to u
I hoped to send them someday.
Days ,months and years passed,
The letters remain unsent ,the same way.
What the letters had?
I myself don’t know…
Just scribbled whatever came in my mind!
I wrote them but never read them
For the letters were not mine.
Some pages must have turned yellow
The ink must have also faded.
I dare not open them once,
Not to face the words that I have avoided.
Would you read them for me today?
Or tomorrow?or any time your are free..
No you wont,
Coz those letters are written by me.
I sang too many songs all alone
Noone could hear them.
They were for me and you,
For the wise and the insane.
Yet you could never hear them,
Where you not wise?Not even insane?
Oh no!I did sing them to you,
But may be my voice was tied down by a chain.
My chained voice dissolves into the air
But I cannot just simply disappear…
Would you free me off the chain,
To whisper the song into your ear?
Letters,songs,feelings and heartbeat..
All are the same.
They have filled up empty spaces of my life
And given my life a name.
The name is “Love” ,
And it’s lame without you
Yet my crippled life is strong enough to live
And again my strength is only you.
