Wintertide means the times when winter subsits. We all want the winters to affect us in the ways we desire, be it in an unsympathetic way for some, or in a comfortable forgetting way for others. Winters don’t last forever. I want the winters to not last eternally, for I am waiting for my sunshine to arrive, bringing the warmth of her soul and I just want to sleep in her lap. (Spring).
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”.
Nothing seemed right, untill it was for you. To this broken lamp, like a source of light came you.
These letters won’t bother you, for they won’t ever leave my place. The ink would just get dry, and who knows, one day these letters might get lost in haze.
Just the moon will know, what all you meant for me. Just the stars will know, all the letters that I wrote to you.
These letters, though so many, yet they all depict the same. I won’t ever stop writing them, for these are my escape. You are not close enough, still I am close to you. Because, Nothing seemed right, untill it was for you. – aadi.
The dimness of the dawn didn’t make me care enough.
The voice at the shore, didn’t make me blissed enough.
The beauty of the moon, didn’t seem alluring enough.
But then my eyes turned, towards you. Never had I ever seen such, such mystery. All I wanted was to, to get lost, into the mystery and then I never wanted, for it to get solved. – aadi bajpai
Even though a million miles apart, even in the darkest of the nights, the stars still find a way, to shed light. So, There’s always the light of hope. All you have to do is, descry it. -Aadi Bajpai
Aaditya Bajpai 