#letter

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  • an_overthinker 7h

    He just wanted to pour her a glass of wine,
    Pull her closer , gaze into her eyes ,
    Take her hair aside and whisper the rhyme,
    "Ohh baby i am yours and you are mine "

    ©an_overthinker

  • raman_writes 11h

    सुना है ज़िन्दगी बदल देता है इश्क़ ।


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    इश्क़

    ऐसा न कीजिये, आप वैसा ना कीजिये ।

    कुछ भी कीजिये, बस इश्क़ ना कीजिये ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • iamjustsomebody 2d

    कही से छुप कर
    बच बचाकर
    इक ख़ुशी की खत
    मेरे दर पर चली आयी है ।


    ©iamjustsomebody

  • egowin 3d

    She proposed him with a letter.

    He made a paper plane out of the letter and flew it away.

  • hashtagg_rajat 4d

    How often does it happen that you fall in love with someone in such a fashion that you have your vocabulary failing in describing them even to your heart? They say there's a fine line between liking someone and loving them. And I believe that you have a choice in deciding who crosses that line straight to your heart. There's always this someone whom you love with all the poetry that's there within you. Someone you murmur those love songs for. Someone whose memories give you more pain than joy. This is the type of love I'm talking about. One that takes years to grow and tears to nourish.

    So I happened to fall in that kind of love once. It's not that I haven't loved or cared for someone before, but this one was different. It was more than 2 years of knowing her when I could muster the courage to text her, that too for some work related query. But for me it was huge. Imagine two long years of loving from a distance, being exulted in her presence, noticing her ways of talking, laughing, smiling and falling, just falling in love with everything about her every single day with every passing moment and now you just sent her a text, she saw that, replied and after a minute her DP appears. Yes! She saved your contact. It was like my WhatsApp has changed, you know like I've taken a premium subscription of it with her DP visible!

    Time passed, we became friends through work. I got to know her more, and with every tiny info, I just fell more in love with her. And I never stopped myself from loving her though I know my feelings weren't or will ever be replicated. I just let that happen to myself. Because how could I just not love her? She was made to be loved. In my 4 years at college, I never saw or met anyone who disliked her. Every person I met who knew her had only good stuff to tell you about her. Well that's how she was. Loved by everyone, even her boyfriend.

    Well, I never told her about my feelings. Simply because I was both afraid and sure. Afraid that there'll be this unnecessary awkwardness between us which will spoil the few days I have left with me to see ger in my entire life. Sure that there's nothing to gain but everything to lose. I normally could never have mustered the courage to tell her but then something happened. When almost 2 months were left, a pandemic spread across the globe that made our college shut down for an indefinite period, which I knew meant it was all over. Those 2 days were what we're left with.

    Drunk with all sorts of alcohol around midnight, I told her about everything I feel for her. I opened my heart in front of her and all she said was Shit!

    I never expected anything but this is something my love didn't deserve.
    We still talk, we're friends because she is mature. I still love her. Maybe even more than I ever did. Maybe this is how it will be. Maybe all love I could ever give was 'Shit' for her.

    ©hashtagg_rajat

    #mirakee #mirakeewriters #writersclub #writersforwriters #mirakeequotes #quotes #letter #openletter #shit #feelings #life

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    Shit !

    Drunk with all sorts of alcohol around midnight, I told her about everything I feel for her.
    I opened my heart in front of her and all she said was 'Shit!'

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  • surabhi_awasthi 4d

    बेवफ़ा

    डूबती सी शाम में
    टूटे हुए, बिखरे हुए
    उलझे हुए एक दिल का
    मैं दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ
    एक बेवफ़ा के लिए
    हर रोज़ रोज़ रोने का
    मर्ज़ लिए बैठी हूँ
    उलझे हुए एक दिल का
    मैं दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ
    जाने भी दूँ कैसे
    उस बेवफ़ा की याद को
    सीने में एक दिल मैं
    खुदगर्ज़ लिए बैठी हूँ
    उलझे हुए एक दिल का
    मैं दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ
    एक शेर है अधूरा
    एक नज़्म टूटी फूटी सी
    काग़ज़ पर बिखरे हुए
    कुछ हर्फ लिए बैठी हूँ
    उलझे हुए एक दिल का
    मैं दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ
    क्या शेर ही क्या शायरी
    क्या ग़ज़ल की मैं बात कहूँ
    उस बेवफ़ा की बात को
    मैं अर्ज़ लिए बैठी हूँ
    ना जाने क्यों इतना सिर दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ
    डूबती सी शाम में
    टूटे हुए, बिखरे हुए
    उलझे हुए एक दिल का
    मैं दर्द लिए बैठी हूँ

    ©surabhi_awasthi

  • tathagatkaushik 5d

    Meine jinka Likha tha unhone bhi kisi aur ka likha tha ��
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    Story of my life �� --- std---5th

    My insecurities started when my
    5th grade hindi teacher asked
    The class to write a letter to our
    Best friends and no one wrote
    My name..... #story #mylife #insecurities #started #hindi #teacher #letter #bestfriend

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    Story of my life --- std---5th

    My insecurities started when my
    5th grade hindi teacher asked
    The class to write a letter to our
    Best friends and no one wrote
    My name.....

    ©tathagatkaushik

  • shiivz 1w

    Sneeze

    Everytime i sneeze
    - I think it's you ❤️
    ©RiSh

  • kavivyas 1w

    " पत्र "

    पत्र मैंने भी लिखा था
    पर भेज उसे नहीं पाया हूँ
    उस ईस्वर से तेरा पता
    मैं पता नहीं कर पाया हूँ

    दस साल से छिपाए बैठा हूँ
    उसे पुरानी किताबों की आड़ में
    दिल भर जाए तो पढ़ लेता हूं
    छुप छुप कर बारम्बार मैं

    जीर्ण शीर्ण भी हो गया
    इस समय पथ की चोट पर
    आशाएं अभी तक ज़िंदा है
    तू आएगी फिर लौट कर

    आँशुओ की स्याही भर कर
    मन की कलम से पत्र लिखा
    पर इस दिल की सारी बातें
    माँ तुझे नहीं मैं बता सका

    माँ समय नहीं अनुकूल था
    इस समय से जीत न पाया हूँ
    तुझे पत्र मैंने भी लिखा था
    पर भेज उसे नहीं पाया हूँ
    ©kavivyas

  • m_syed46 1w

    Pyaar bhara khat likh gaye wo ankhen,
    Jab ansoun siyaah bankar nikle
    Aur alfaaz jazbaat bankar
    ©m_syed46

  • tee_and_the_pen 1w

    Dear Future Children

    Dear future children,
    If you find true love
    Don't loose it

    Dear future children,
    Happiness is essential
    Don't give in to the darkness

    Dear future children,
    If you ever feel alone
    Don't doubt my love that has been since 2020.

    Dear future children,
    If time traveling becomes a success
    Do not travel to 2020.

    Dear future children,
    This was written in 2020
    Don't doubt it.
    ©tee_and_the_pen

  • dr_rituparna_b 1w

    For you in Remembrance

    A letter from Elio to Oliver....



    Dearest Oliver,

            I hope this letter finds you in good health and I hope you are well. It will be fifteen years today from the day you arrived at our home as Oliver, yet you left taking away my name along with my heart with you . It's almost a lifetime after our summer that I sometimes wonder if that summer was a mirage or a cruel trick played by the universe to fool me .
    Our summer with you in your Billowy and your espadrilles, riding Anchise's bike through the narrow lanes of Crema, with the golden Star of David locket  hanging from your neck, were one beautiful dream, and I will be happy and consider my life to be lived fully, even if I never get to wake up from that dream.
    Oliver did we really live that summer? That Billowy in my cupboard and my hollow heart is a living proof that you exist, frozen in time, untouched, unmoved, en sheathed in the warm cocoon of our villa , so holy and yet so forbidden, when you were 24 and I was 17 . When you were Elio and I was Oliver. Indeed our summer was real.


    Sometimes I curse myself Oliver  for not telling you 'I mind' when you had once asked 'Do you mind?' Sometimes I imagine through the millions possibilities of us being us if I had said 'I mind', would you not have left me.
    Where would we have been then?
    Would we be in our room in the Villa, never leaving those Lavender scented sheets of our unmade bed? Or would we be in our spot,  you reciting me yet another tale of Heraclitus, with my head resting lightly upon your shoulder ? Or would you be still watching me by the door , and I would be playing Bach, neither  Listz's version nor Busoni's version. But these time I would be playing Elio's version for Oliver.
    If...
    What if...
    Would have been ...
    I am thankful for these terms actually as they give me the opportunity to live not one but several lives, which are so different and yet the same with you.

    But how could you not read through my silence? If you were really me, when you could read me like an open book, how could you not hear my already void heart shattering into a million pieces?
    How could you not hear through my dying sigh, Elio?

    Forgive me Oliver for my rants. You have to know that my traitorous heart is making it difficult for me to cope up with reality, knowing that you are somewhere, with someone, where I don't exist, not even as ghosts.
    What is life without love? And yet I know my life, for I have found love fifteen years ago. But why do I feel as if I am going through life as one goes through a newspaper? Oliver I am just going through life.
    Or Coma as I like to call my life without you .
    No Oliver I am happy in my 'after Oliver' life. But I am living in hope for an 'with Oliver'. For I know  time will soon come when I will whisper Elio  to you in your sleep and you will call me by your name.
    Time, our foe and our greatest friend, as Time is that cosmic connection that is pulling us together and one day time will bring us back to our magical summer and I will touch you, hear you and breathe you again. We'll be us again, for we have already found our stars.

    Till then find me, Elio.


    For you in silence,
    From somewhere in Northern Italy

    Elio Perlmen


    ©dr_rituparna_b


    Taking temporary solace in fictions in these tough times. Escapism.
    #CallMeByYourName #Letter @mirakeeworld
    Image courtesy - ©Pinterest

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    For you in remembrance

    Dearest Oliver,

    .....
    .....
    Where would we have been then?
    Would we be in our room in the Villa, never leaving those Lavender scented sheets of our unmade bed? Or in our spot, you reciting to me yet another tale of Heraclitus, with my head resting lightly upon your shoulder?Or would you be still watching me by the door, this time I would be playing Bach, neither Liszt's version nor Busoni's version. But these time I would be playing Elio's version for Oliver.

    ©dr_rituparna_b

  • kajouleeee 1w

    Dear Khaabon ke Parindey,
    You not only soothe my restless heart but also give my irrational fears a home. You have that impact on me which makes me want to listen to you over and over again.
    You've made me realise that life and future, both are uncertain and nothing is constant.
    Just like when we read or watch something, we are curious so as to what will happen next, our life is a lot like that. There's no certain destination.
    //Oho, kya pata jayenge kaha//
    You've made me realise that it's pointless to worry about certain things, to worry about things which wouldn't matter to me in my life, later. And to leave all our fears and insecurities behind, we need to move forward.
    //Fikrein jo thi piche reh gayi, nikle unse aage hum//
    You've taught me to be careless and fearless, to accept what life has in store for me. To welcome challenges and to rise above my trepidation.
    //Ye to humse kehrahi hai Zindagi, ab jo bhi ho so ho//
    You taught me how to live. You taught me how to be so engrossed in enjoying my life that I tend to overlook my anguish.
    You taught how every moment brings magic in our life and how we should  just go with the flow.
    //Yaad hai vo kal, Aaya tha Jo pal, jisme jaadoo Aisa tha//
    You made me realise that the life I have got should be utilised in the best way possible.
    You taught me how I shouldn't have any regrets or any guilt about anything.
    You taught me how I need to stop planning stuff out, you taught me how living in the moment is so much more important than worrying about what will happen tomorrow.
    You gave my dreams the wings they wanted, not caring a bit about how will things work out.
    Because in the end,
    //Hawa Mai behrahi hai Zindagi,
    Ye humse kehrahi hai Zindagi,
    Oh ab to, Jo bhi ho so ho//


    @writersnetwork @mirakee

    #letter #writeups #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeewrites #songs #mirakeewriters #writerscommunity #love #pod

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    Dear Khwabo ke Parindet,

    ©kajouleeee

  • surabhi_awasthi 1w

    Dear Moon,
    You are the only one so beautiful in the space.Maybe you are not aware of the fact that somebody in the space is deeply in love with you.Yes! It's me.I don't know when it started and when I started wishing to be closer to you, when I started getting jealous of those shimmery stars near you.People love the day when you are in full bloom, at the peak of your divine beauty, spreading that splendor milky Moonlight.But I even love the way how you diminish slowly and slowly and finally leave space for a whole night.I feel lonely without you but waiting for the next night to see that fine, sleek smile is much more exciting.I wish I could destroy myself for a wish.Wish of facing a massive storm in the space which could place me closer to you for a moment.I wanted to feel you.
    Your's
    A star
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    #love #writeups #microtale #lovequotes #mood #moon #letter #loveletter #life #onesidedlove #star #galaxy #feelings #night

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    Dear moon

    ©surabhi_awasthi

  • firewall 1w

    Lights. Camera. Asshole

    You know, most people, they go their whole life, and they never really find someone they love. They say they do because everybody’s the star of their own little romantic comedy, but they’re full of shit. You and me, we had women that loved us for who we were, really loved us for who we were, and we fucked it up. For what? Some stupid piece of ass we forgot about 10 minutes later?
    ©firewall

  • firewall 1w

    Love letter_ Just like old times

    Dear love,,

    If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write.

    There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make—it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut: She might be the one.

    She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile—highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you, My love. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment—the moment that could’ve changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home. And you make excellent coffee; that’s got to count for something, right?

    Call me.

    Unfaithfully Yours
    ©firewall

  • krishna_gautam 1w

    #इश्क़ #प्यार #मुहब्बत #love #life #letter #ख़त #कृष्ण_वचन #samarth_1 #krishna5 #feelings #heart #आग #घर #यादें

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    ख़त

    आग लगी जब मेरे घर में ,तो सबने सब खोजा

    मैं इश्क़ का मारा था , सिर्फ़ तेरा ही ख़त खोजा


    ©krishna_gautam

  • surabhi_awasthi 1w

    जुदा

    जुदा हूँ मैं तुमसे
    मुझे जुदा रहने दो
    मेरे पास मत आओ
    मुझे ख़फ़ा रहने दो
    दिल तोड़ के ना देखो
    एक और बार मेरा
    जो बाकी है वफ़ा वो
    वफ़ा रहने दो
    मेरे पास मत आओ
    मुझे ख़फ़ा रहने दो
    जो गलतियाँ की हैं
    अब रूक जाओ उन्हीं पर
    ये आख़िरी है बोलकर
    ये ख़ता रहने दो
    मेरे पास मत आओ
    मुझे ख़फ़ा रहने दो
    बड़ी मुश्किल से आयी हूँ
    मेरे इस अंजाम तक
    एे ख़ुदा मुझे फ़ैसले पे
    डटा रहने दो
    मेरे पास मत आओ
    मुझे ख़फ़ा रहने दो

    ©surabhi_awasthi

  • ink_impressions_ 2w

    #letter #bestfriend #friend #relationships


    Dear boyfriend,
    I came in your life after your female bestfriend. I don't have any right to doubt on your friendship. But am I wrong to feel annoyed and hurt every time when we are chatting and suddenly you say her message, talk to you later? Am I wrong to feel hurt when we three are together but you sit beside her instead of me every fucking time? I know you care for me, respect me, and definitely love me a lot. You even backbit about her a lot. If you feel low then you come to me and told me things that generally best friends share. You even confessed that 'She' becomes angry if you don't give her preference. But why do I need to understand each and every time and to act like that I am fine, although I am not? When we started dating each other, I said out of fun that let's have some restrictions on each other but you told me that you are too tired from this because his best friend did the same. So he is not allowing anyone now to repeat the same thing again to him. Why I feel like I am playing the best friend role and she a girlfriends role. I am happy to become your best friend because that's what I wanted to be in the first place. But now I feel like I am stuck . Pardon me If I sound like a jealous girlfriend but seriously I am tired yaar.
    Your friend(maybe your girlfriend)

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    Dear boyfriend,
    Let's be bestfriends.

  • theseeker1479 3w

    " Dear future me,

    I have realised something recently...the places, the people and even the things that I'd so desperately tried to hold on to...to seek gratification, acceptance and even pleasure from...they have been taken away...not because I wasn't worthy...but because what I sought was never meant to exist there in the first place. Sure, it feels good to be accepted and cherished by others. But...the love that stems from within...it should first, be granted to none other than the source, itself. That's me. I am deserving of my own love. Why must we make it so hard to love ourselves as compared to loving another? Afterall, self love is meant to be selfish...isn't it? So lets try our best to love ourselves even more than we did yesterday.


    With infinite love,
    Present me. "
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    #love #letter #selflove
    Note: Image credit to rightful owner.

    ©theseeker1479

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    Letter to myself.