A Letter

Dear,

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