Unread Letters

In a stack of unread letters

Joins another matter

Only if I opened my heart to you

No unread letter would have been in the queue

Yes I pen down our bond

Even before you met your dusk

Cause I didn't know, how to say

Nor did I know, you'll be taken away

I thought of leaving those letters beside your cushion

As you kept dollop of gift beside mine with affection

But you were gone in a moment

Like hypnic jerk in the sleep

Once I tried to read them to you

But you were in a condition, you didn't have a clue

I repent on never saying "I LOVE YOU"

Then I realize, this you already knew

The letters repose here, on my desk

Sealed forever, cause you are not coming back

And You didn't leave your trail behind

Where to post these letters, I can't find

Those letters are beaded from the day we met

To The way you developed love from hatred

To everything I didn't say but show

When words were silent and voice very low

The hand in hand on the cliff, we sat

To the hand in hand, when you last breathed

I didn't stop writing to you and tie a bow

There are many more letters coming in the row

I didn't mourn on your demise

Because there is going to reprise

One day our souls will again meet

And all those unread letters, I 'll make you read.

© Priyanka Bajaj

Amazing Meadow

Oh you glorious meadow,

Powers of whose unrevealed.

Souls of our, hold your shadow,

Just covering to be peeled.

Walk swiftly through the velvety grassland,

And commend the poise.

While don't be bothered of itchy hayland,

For one day we will again rejoice.

Stand still and listen to calm brook,

To feel the very existence of every bit.

For not to feel useless and dwell in nook,

As yielding will split.

Behold the nature of a dandelion,

Burning golden like our bruises days ago.

Flutter like airy umbrellas when blown,

For to let go hurt and accept bestow.

Feel like a butterfly, resting upon a flower,

Be a wanderer with the wanderlust,

To open up and sip the nectar,

For thriving life and it's crux.

Step in the meadow houses,

The burrow, the nest, the stable.

To adapt the turns posed,

For harmonizing change and be amicable.

Oh you surprising meadow,

In you, our lives are discovered.

We will forever listen to your mellow,

For the coming ways to be followed.

© Priyanka Bajaj