The Unsent Letter

Dear,

I remember the day when after years of darkness, I saw light. It was you. It was love. I remember how it made me feel. I felt crazy like a schoolgirl newly in love. I was jumpy and shaky like a child is before his exams. I couldn’t realise how you slowly became the centre of my universe and how, in the picture of my life, everything became blurry and all I could see was you. When I gradually came to know you as a person, I couldn’t believe that you were way more perfect than the kind of lover I always dreamt of. For the first time in so many years, I felt blessed, and with all my heart, I believed that nothing would ever shake our flawless relationship. But, sadly, I didn't know that my mind was so clouded by those bright, rosy clouds of love that I had completely forgotten what I always used to believe in: Nothing lasts forever.

After months of our cold fights and heated arguments, today, I suddenly found myself again in darkness, where there is no sign of light. And, I am left to think about those colourful days when you were the perfect guy and I was the luckiest girl. So, how did we go wrong? Was I too blindly in love with you that I could barely see the truth? Were you just darkness in disguise that I failed to recognise? Was our flawless relationship always flawed?

I think that love is evil. It plays tricks on us, wounds our hearts forever, and then laughs in the wickedest way, doesn't it?

Not yours,

Amrit Versha   

Nature Is the Biggest Fraud

Mother, you went through those distressing months just to see me in your lap.
From putting up with the meaningless cries of a baby to calming the crazy mood swings of an adult, you've loved me in a way that can never be matched.
And now, when I see you lying in bed with tired eyes, ashen face and feeble body, I get overwhelmed with fear and pain. 
Oh, how devastating it is to see my protector in such a vulnerable state!
Oh, how achingly ironical it is to find my caretaker in need of infinite care!
Looking at your withered skin, baggy muscles and  frail frame, I see that inevitable day approaching when age, which is not just a number, will take you away from me.
Mother, I bet nothing can be more cruel than nature. It brought us together as mother and daughter. It let me grow under the shade of your heavenly love. 
But one day, all of a sudden, this mighty nature will throw me on hostile roads, where all my attempts of finding you will go in vain. 
Mother, without you, no matter which direction I will take, it will lead me to chaos.
Without you, even breeze will feel like storm and no place will ever feel like home.

Amrit Versha