LETTER, Hmm

LO and BEHOLD!!! i'm being formed,
those blots of ink that make me,
a relic filled with emotions,
and i sense my creators feelings.

I can see clearly now,
AHH!!! such a young damsel,
with sparkling yet desolate eyes,
she writes about the month gone by,

about the sweltering days,
filled with joy and daily chores,
the usual neighborhood fights,
and how she longs for him to come back...

BUT WHATS THIS!!!!!
I see her weeping,
those hot tears dropping onto me,
and i sense her longing in her words....

HA!!!!! she's finishing it now,
those little ardent endings,
"eagerly awaiting your return honey"
simple yet like an magnet to bring him back...

as i get ready now,
to be folded and enveloped
i'm shocked,
she's crying now!!!

picks me up in those tender hands,
looking at me with those eyes,
past, pain, pity, present
portrayed on her face...

then she FILES ME!!!
i never expected THIS!!!
am i one of those wasted letters??
how could such emotions be wasted??
i ask myself,
dejected and angry i look around....

OHHH!!!! i see a hoard of letters here!!
all waking up from a deep slumber,
eyeing my contents intently,
bewildered i ask them...

"why are all of us being wasted so??
why such cruelty?"
slowly one of them answer,
weighing on his words....

"we all are just like you brother,
written by our dear mistress...
to her loved one..
who is at war..

[pauses]

"or so she writes,
she writes every month,
empties all her feelings into us,
to send it to her master......
who died 5 years ago..."

and i remain shocked....

solitude!!!

on a cold winter night,
a stranger walked,
a lonely road,
struggling in the wake.

trembling from head to toe,
he walked, remembering,
his long, painful past,
of how he had been doomed to poverty.

hungry and cold he pushed on,
to find a shelter to shield him,
protect him from the endless snow,
.........

encouraged by a dream,
to meet his family,
he moved on,
thinking of his days as a soldier.

joined the army searching transient glory,
successful in his training,
he fought battles with brimming confidence,
which overflowed with time.

during one such battle, disaster struck,
lost an arm and was hospitalized,
his long recovery then,
cost his place in the army.

as time passed,
he regained his health and mind,
married a poor damsel,
thought he could triumph in life with ease.

egoistic fights making his career obsolete,
struggling for daily bread,
and lo! his wife deserted him,
flew to her parents.

the pride and manliness in him,
kept him living,ignoring his wife,
struggling with no pillars for support,
and Mr.lonely now had lost everything.

with not a penny on him,
sold his army clothing,
bought a ticket,
dreaming about his wife.

and now, thanks to the devil,
he walked towards his dream,
having lost his ticket,
he struggled through the snow.

hungry and cold he pushed on,
to find a shelter to shield him,
protect him from the endless snow,
to help him to live and reach for his dreams!!!!!