The Letter – 2

Wiping my hands off dust

A withered piece of paper

With tender hands and rustling heart beat

Trying to read which might have been merely a caper


To my future self

The letter read….

Things are not well right now…

But I believe you are better off


I wonder if this shall survive

The thrust of life and destiny

If you’re reading this

I am perhaps successful


For this endeavor was ridiculed

By your near and dear

If you’re reading this

Then I believe I took the right path


For my confidence was undermined

And told

People don’t always get what they aspire

I couldn’t do this


But I am trying hard

Hard to get what I want

I don’t know whether I deserve it or not

I guess there’s only one way to find out…


And I did…

Saying this… I tore the letter

And wiped that tear

That caressed this cold dry skin, after decades.


Our past never leaves us

But it might just be the thing we need one day

But it has to let go immediately

For it can’t stay forever…







  • All the poetic content in this blog is entirely fictional.
  • Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
  • It also has no resemblance nor inspired by the personal life of the author.
  • The pictorial content used in this post is not owned by the author.


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