Letters

I wrote a letter, like the olden days

No instant messages, no blue ticks

I wrote, because you were away

Reasons, known yet fateful 

Did you read my last letter?

Not last, first one actually 

Did yours hands tremble, touching it?

It trembled with tears as I wrote it

Were my words a piercing sword?

If words had weight 

They were dense like earth 

Burdened yet carrying with might

Sweet talk, you must have smirked

Life wasn't always a prison

Neither an escape mission 

It was a sanctuary of love, skewed 

Skewed, distorted even unfair 

Waves of the ocean rise and fall

Is it turbulence or a dance

Perspectives, we can't escape 

I wrote of our seven hour intimacy

Seven hours intertwined nakedness

Dreams laid out like fluffy clouds 

Clouds of love and union spoken 

Didn't we make a vow that day

To be forever together 

Till death separates us

Till eternity ends 

I wrote of scorns and disdains

Yet the air of laughter 

Was an invisible shield

Of our tiny little beehive 

Beehive 's they say 

Have boundaries which keep them safe 

I too guarded our boundaries 

Not knowing boundaries, can be breached from inside

I wrote of increasing strangeness

Loathed the indifference

Not knowing you felt the same 

Of a familiar world becoming unfamiliar

I wrote of my journey 

Into your beautiful mind

Till the neurons zigzag rapidly

Into their own journey 

What remains of me is this 

Letters I write 

With a hope 

That words reach real you..