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SunFlower Sep 2016
I've been plucked from the most beautiful flower people would do anything to smell, to see, to touch the softness

It hailed
ground frozen; ice bullets gravitating towards my heart
frost bites my skin
The soil no more suitable for such a beautiful delicate flower, broken at the stem, rigid and slanted
soon to decay, back into the dirt
forever ingrained within land
when the flood comes and washes all the soil amidst
struggling, barley gasping for air the water chokes me,


I squint to reveal a fish in the distance
swimming ever so smoothly, scales shiny and brilliant
imbricated as armor to a knight
strong and natural
sneha mundari Dec 2012
Darling!

I am leaving you behind with the nostalgic memories. On the journey I am to chase the other missing parts of the puzzle we both are in. This maze I want to solve it but alone, facing and crossing each hurdles with my own tears, blood and sweat. I want your support , your presence around me mentally. I know you will be there , it actually doesn't matter if i express it or not; you know me more than myself.

Love,
FUTURE.





P.S - Its a love letter written by future to past in present time. The relation between them is so imbricated yet they are so far from each other that a bridge called PRESENT ,weak link between them binds them.

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