This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 52; the fifty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Metro Diaries by "Namrata". To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
THOSE BURNT LETTERS
 |
| P.C Sulaiman Sait |
Written with drops of blood,
from the bottom of my heart.
Faded are those papers,
that turned yellowish brown,
ever since we been alone.
Faded are those memories,
blurred are those moments
since destiny split us apart.
from the bottom of my heart.
Faded are those papers,
that turned yellowish brown,
ever since we been alone.
Faded are those memories,
blurred are those moments
since destiny split us apart.
I wrote to her daily,
till she halfheartedly pledged,
to finally become someone’s dear.
They say love comes
when it has to, and
that’s when the old disappears.
But, what about those letters?
Those moments I preserved all this while
will they always be here?
I tried to get over them
But; I couldn't further see
those traceable moments of failure.
Gripping me were those emotional bouts
like an iron fist around my heart
sinking me to the bottom.
I wanted to raise, I wanted to live
So I burnt those letters,
those letters which involved you.
- SULAIMANSAIT
till she halfheartedly pledged,
to finally become someone’s dear.
They say love comes
when it has to, and
that’s when the old disappears.
But, what about those letters?
Those moments I preserved all this while
will they always be here?
I tried to get over them
But; I couldn't further see
those traceable moments of failure.
Gripping me were those emotional bouts
like an iron fist around my heart
sinking me to the bottom.
I wanted to raise, I wanted to live
So I burnt those letters,
those letters which involved you.
- SULAIMANSAIT
The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Participation Count: 08
It's most difficult for those who're left behind to resume their lives. But to live, we need to move on without any unnecessary baggage to weigh us down. Lovely poem.
ReplyDelete@Bhavya Ji - Indeed its difficult to move on, but live carries us with the fact that there is something else waiting in store for us...
DeleteThanks for liking and commenting on this poem
Yeah. It's hard to let go of love, and a person who meant the world. But you must if you must, and it's a start I suppose. Emotional poem, Sulaiman. All the best for BAT.
ReplyDelete@Vinay Leo - Yes, its really hard... and as you said, every end has a beginning ... this does start a new beginning for me in my life... thanks for the wishes...
DeleteLove is a mystical thing - it exposes one to pretty much every duality that life as to offer....and yet, its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? thats what they say :-) Life goes on....
ReplyDeletenice writing - all the best for BAT!
@Shreayal Majumdar - Rightly said ma'a, and yes life does go on and it has to go on....
DeleteThanks for stopping by and leaving a comment....
Bro,
ReplyDeleteWhat is this. The poem, the letter and yes... Life is life that. No, love itself is painful sometimes.
Sarav
@Sarav :( :( It is indeed painful, and this poem was written in pain....
Deleteit is better to move on than to stick to your past, nicely woven words
ReplyDeleteMy Blogaton Post Letter of A Girl
@Cifar Shayar - I have actually moved on, but with a lot of pain
Deletethanks for appreciating this post....
and yes,
for sure will I check out your post....
The memories are painful indeed, but what if you look at it the other way?
ReplyDeleteFind yourself lucky to hold on to memories of a person you loved and they loved you back.
Good luck for BAT. =)
@Prunzaye - I'm on the verge of holding on those memories.... but it ain't easy
Deletethanks for the wishes :)
Well depicted memories in Verses.
ReplyDeleteATB for BAT
Thank you @Aditya Sinha ji :-)
DeleteWhen people burn what causes unhappiness, they get over the pain!
ReplyDeleteRemember the movie- Jab We Met?
Best wishes for BAT :)
@Anita ji - haha yes... I do remember that scene of expelling out the pain.... But, truth be told, it aint easy
Deletebtw thanks for reading and leaving behind your comments
Nice...sometimes you have to let go.. and Try to forget the memories... sometimes time Heals..
ReplyDeleteIndeed time does heal and does sweep up with its tide
Deletethanks for reading and leaving behind your comments :)
Emotional poem!
ReplyDelete@aativas :( :(
DeleteIts better to find hope and move on, rather than keeping relics of a past which would not let you live. After enough time has gone by, you look back at those memories as a distant person and they look like empty seashells. Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you @Gunjan ma'am for your comments :-)
Delete