#bb_wlt

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  • bouncy 71w

    #bb_luvzu #Ltmusec #bb_wlt #repost 10:30am 16.02.2021
    I decided not to write for a while due to academics but I couldn't stop myself from posting bcz
    I. LOVE.LETTERS.

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    Letter to my muse

    To,
    My muse, an aparichith.

    Everyday I pick up my pen and begin to write, hoping atleast this time I could write of something which includes about anything other than you. But I somehow end up writing about/for you. I have no idea what sort of block this is. Apparently, this is the only way I could admit to myself about what I feel because I've put all my feelings for you behind the closed doors so I couldn't talk to you or any of my friends about it. But let me consider the bright side, because you bring out the messy doodler in me who doodles and scribbles in the margins of my notes while studying. Dang! You bring out the artist in me, perhaps the childish artist. Do you remember the day I told you, the moon always reminds me of your name? Back then, I didn't realize that I'm in love with you and the fact that the moon doesn't just remind me of your name but you, the entire you.

    You've hung your hat in my head. You are all that resides in it, like the shards of glass buried in my skin though I wasn't even aware I'd broken anything. But the pieces of glass in my head are a joy to behold. They neither tickle nor cause any kind of ache. They rather give me pleasure and I'll be found walking on air, having a grin on my face like a Cheshire cat, just on thinking about you. Well in that case, you can honour me with the-professional-over-thinker or perhaps the-best-dreamer awards.

    My love for you has grown like the seed which I've never sown or perhaps I did but didn't remember sowing it and is still growing each day. I don't know for how long it keeps growing or if it will ever stop growing, although I ain't curious finding it out. But since I promised myself that I wouldn't restrict myself from anything that I feel (after all love doesn't restrict people) and put everything in black and white until the last moment, I will keep you alive in my poems or prose for that matter. For they are what I'll be left with in the end, because of the fact that I don't have any memories with you to secure forever in my brain.

    From,
    Only yours, crazy loon.
    ©bouncy

  • bouncy 71w

    #ltstrangerc 10:30am 15.02.2021 #bb_wlt inspired from a vedio but don't remember what that was bcz it's been really long

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    Letter to a stranger

    To,
    A stranger I saw crying, one winter night.

    Hey stranger!
    Wondering who I might be? You'll know it by the end of this letter. Don't get shocked you don't know me, neither do I know you. But the last night, I saw you crying on the bridge. I don't know what you are going through but probably, it has been a hard day for you. But it's okay to cry in the public. In fact, you should. You should cry in the public.

    On one fine morning you wake up and go straight into the kitchen to prepare yourself a cup of coffee but you
    spilled the milk. "Ugh! What a bad start of a day", you think to yourself. You get ready and start to cook yourself breakfast but you cut your skin slightly while cutting an onion and your eyes get watery. No not because the cut hurts you but because of the onion. Eventhough you really wanted to weep thinking you can never perform the simple things better and you always fail to be perfect, you don't cry because onion has already given you the tears. And then, you think of hanging out alone to get yourself some fresh air. You go to the station, take a train and have a seat infront of a girl. On seeing her your mind whispers, "Wow, she is gorgeous. Why am I the way I'm. Why don't I look good atleast physically?". Your vision gets blur. You wanted to weep out but you take your eyes out of the window watching the nature and dive deep into your mind and get lost in thoughts.The train reaches its destination, you have no idea how many hours had passed and you got down only to realise that you came back to where you were in the morning. You feel embarrassed, your vision not just gets blurred this time but a tear rolls down. You take a seat and cover your face with your palms thinking, you're not atleast capable of reaching the destination that you desire. You are starving but there isn't any restaurant nearby, so you manage to get a biscuit packet and while you are about to take out the third one, the packet fell apart from your hands, just like that. "Ugh! I'm such a useless idiot, who can't even have my food properly" your mind shouts.

    Somehow you gather the spirit and take the right train this time and by the time you reach your destination it is all dark and cold. You walk along the road, watching the cracked walls, buildings with faded colour and find steps which take you on to a bridge. You take the steps, you get tired and you are all alone in the dark winter, helpless. You wanna scream feeling like the pieces of heart are falling apart and you got depressed. No! Don't be that nincompoop who thinks they are depressed and having anxiety. lt's just that sometimes little issues bother a lot and we can't cope up with them. You take out your mobile to look for time and your wallpaper says, "Take courage". Because it takes courage to get through some ordinary days in life and little things are heaviest which needs a little courage. You reach up, cross the road with heavy traffic to the other corner to look down the bridge. It's all dark and the people are at a distant at which they can't find you. You look down into the river, and you think of jumping into it. But the water with lights reflecting in a line with different colours and the setting around you is pretty much good. You think, the world is so beautiful but you always fail to recognise it. Your heart skips a beat and falls little down into your chest. You cry a little and little more and more anyway. You cry your heart out, flushing all the heaviest things in your head. You feel better?

    That's it. It's okay to cry in the public. In fact you should. The next time I see you crying I won't stop you or write a letter, rather I promise I'll join you.

    From,
    A stranger who cried on the same bridge that winter morning.