How much ever I wanted to control you, you slipped right through my fingers feeling everything as a confounded lie. Why didn’t you tell me before you weren’t supposed to be controlled rather supposed to be accepted & lived. Turn around time if you can. I want to do good to some people again.
acceptance
A Sigh of Resignation…
A lost soul heaved a huge sigh seeing my pain.
And I, with contentment.
Couldn’t decide who was more lost.
Dear Mail Box
Dear Mail Box,
You were the supreme time travel machine. Finding hand written letters in that rounded trunk, delivering love every other day -you let people exchange emotions at different time. As a fantasy land, I wish to enter in you hoping to reach an era of a Stranger-Land where ‘I’ being the happy news for someone.
Broken, unessential & burned out,
Me