Letters Unopened

There were letters,
I never counted
I couldn’t find the strength
to open even single of them

yet they kept coming,
every year on Sept 6th
and I still regret saying to her
Will you write to me every year?

Stars

Alone,
A million stars,
some even unseen,
wander in the dark void,

Every night
somewhere in the world
they open a wormhole of the past
just for people like me.

I wish we all could free fall
crash out,
and survive
from broken dreams,
lost love
and
people
who pushed us
to a point of no coming back.

Everyday the mirror tells her,
how brave she can be,
when no one can.

She lovingly called me beer
I called her the sweetest wine,
Intoxicated,Adulterated
Our love was beyond divine.

If you ask me for a wish,
I would say a long dark winter,

where the sun has been consumed by ice
and turned like a dead cold floating moon,

where rivers have nowhere to be seen,
just white sheets till your eyes can wander,

where animals are hidden in caves
scared of the unknown wandering,

where screams are nothing comparable
to the howling of the winds

I would just wait for an eternity
at my window with thickest blanket

humming about snow, the sky and the darkness,
and writing about the spring to come
for eternity.

You are not ready
to leave everything
and set out to face the world
to achieve the dreams

if you are worried of how people
will treat you

if you worried for your likability

if you need people to tell
what you are doing is good
and you should continue

if in the death of night you are worried
for your future

if in the harshest times you look back
and sigh with regret

chasing dreams is getting lost
purposely with acknowledging the fact
that you might not find yourself
back again ever.