I don’t want the winters to go away yet. For I still want to write about you, keep writing about you, every dusk and dawn, with a cup of tea in my hand, coffee sometimes. Winters make me make up stories about you and about how I did not fall in love with you, rather I fell in love with the idea of believing you. These stories give me words to write poetry about you and if winters are gone, where would my words come from. Like water, land and light is essential for the survival of humankind, Poetry is needed for the existence of Love, hope and magic.
You find poetry in winters and poetry comes to you in winters. Poetry is everywhere. Your hand is the ink, your eyes are the words, your lips are pen, and your heart is the paper. Believe me at last, You are the Poem.
What about the world? The world stays in its limits in winters to not disturb me while writing poems for you, about you. This “Now” is all that I have to keep writing about you, for even if we are not there, the memories of us will still exist in these poems.
But everything’s up to these winters. I am hopeful still. I’ll keep writing these winters down, and make the yellow of my diary, blue.
Adieu.
With love,
Aaditya.
Wanted to share some lines from my upcoming book “A Letter To You”.
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