A Letter


If there is anything in this world that I can offer you, it will be my bonny
arms my dear friend. If it is just a case of distance not making our hearts
to grow fonder, love is in the distance, yet I know not of distance nor
know I of any love but my only heart ache along with every thought that
flutters in my withering soul.

It has been so long that we haven’t had any exchange of word or glimpse
and so is my anguished grief. Every time in my broken sleep I see you and
every time I wake up I long to see you, and, oftentimes the day becomes t
he night. The day you left me was the day I left myself. The sun has set at
noon and the night has fallen before dusk.
If I ever were empowered to customize the passing hour of the time and
if vicious wrinkles only refrain from stealing the beauty from my pallid face,
I at this very hour would not pour forth my long pent up emotions in
torrents of sobs and cries. 

Fifteen years back, I knew not of how I would complete next five years 
of my study and another five years of higher studies.
Seconds passed in to a minute, minutes in to an hour, hours passed
in to a day and days in to a week, weeks passed in to a month and
months turned in to year.  In retrospect now it’s just like flashes of lightning
which disappears ere we can say ‘it lightens’. It has come to an abrupt end
and those ten years is only like a second passed now.  I sometimes climb
on the rock and await your coming, I clear my drowsy eyes to see if you are
approaching and I raise my head to welcome you but sadly it wouldn’t be
you my dear friend. How and in what length shall I explain to you, my agony
in your absence, when even the Plains of India fractures under the
piles of my grief?

When I walk my shadow walks too. When I halt my shadow stops too and
wherever I go it follows me. Is your soul carried by my shadow? But the
shadow disappears in darkness, in the darkness of your absence.
My ears listen to one hundred thousand sounds by day but none would
enthrall my soul, my soul seeks one hundred ways to be happy yet
happiness would not seek my soul. Fly not far my dear friend or else
poor soul has no place to lay his faith and like your fellow butterflies stay
awhile, look back and befriend me your friend who has got no wings.

Your forever friend
Mr. Frog


  • Yeesi7 says:
    February 27, 2012 at 7:58 PM

    As a saying goes, "Love knows no boundaries and yet the boundary fills the emptiness in the lovers heart"
    Nice one again!

  • Jamyang says:
    February 28, 2012 at 11:06 AM

    Thank you Yeesi! you are right.

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