Letters To Life

Memories are like a sudden gust of cold breeze; they leave you shivering as they pass by the moors of your mind. A retrospection can take you to the good moments which you cherish and the bad ones which you would not want to remember again, but, nonetheless, they do appear without you being conscious of them. You cannot avoid a recollection, whether of joy or agony or thrill, it just hits you and then goes away. I have many such memories which I want to share because I think that is the only way by which I can live those moments again. But to find a potential listener is a huge ask, therefore, I decided to jot them down here. One such incident, which I think was one of the most thrilling of all, is what I am describing here. It still leaves me trembling with fear when I am reminded of it. This happened when I was in 11th standard. We were a group of four; one of the most famous clans in the the school, and infamous as well. We were like four wheels of a wagon-a wagon on the roll, drive...

(This one is one of the older ones....and surely my best creation so far!) Driving at night The car a part of me Speeding down desolate asphault trails Confined to white and yellow lines But free as a bird in the sky Bright stars overhead Made even brighter by the blackness between My heart skips a beat as I feel a warm touch at my arm It slowly creeps down, tracing my veins like an artist's brush Until she finds my palm and the spaces between my fingers We're sitting on a hill Watching the night weave a blanket of starry stuff and black lace Listening to her tell her story Surrounded by nothing but a quiet rolling mist Relaxing with the paintress in my arms Sharing a gaze that only can mean one thing between two people And loving the mural that is life And now it is time for us to go To depart from this hill Do we leave like shadows sprinting from a match or do we embrace it to remember the moment like a moth to his last glorious fiery ...