Wednesday, April 15, 2009

i found your letters yesterday.
in the pages of that diary i stopped writing months back...
in small white envelopes,now dirtied with time.
the words in them have stopped meaning anything now...they're just faint imprints of footsteps.
taken for a distance traversed long time back.
we got lost then and havent found our ways back yet.
i thought the envelopes would keep maps that would help me back home.
but all i found were these misleading footprints.
maybe,i will burn them today.


Neel said...

reminds me of one of my favourite dylan songs. It's a personal connection though.
"It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right"

Dewdrop said...

Nice... reminded me of Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting For You!!!

Lucid Darkness said...

"in small white envelopes,now dirtied with time."What a beautiful line!

Shubho Nabo Borsho!

Casuarina said...

Let the new year herald a happier, less haunted today for you...face your past and it'll soon be incorporated into the timelessness of the present...I've gone through this and can understand how it must feel like...but believe me, holding on doesn't help...burning them will be tough, dear, but you have to be brave. They had to go some day, didn't they ?

wild iris said...

ooh this is nice! speaks to me of attachment as well as detachment...and the last line clinches it all! Brava! :D

weevil girl said...


~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

Why burn them?
Letters,including everything else forms the past.Why erase it when it can be ur life's muse.

little boxes said...

@all:i havent been getting comment notifications by email :(
@dewdrop:though i love the song,i'm not waiting for the person who wrote the letters :)
@LD:thanks,and same to you
@Casuarina:yes,i havent held on.neither have i burnt them just got overwhelming before that it's all fine.
@moolah:i didnt.

Astraeus said... the scars both the beautiful and pleasant and the terrible ones each weaving a small map of memory in itself.

beautiful piece bedatri:)

Sphinx said...

i can relate to this. The fact that you didn't burn them in the end. I can never let go either. Not completely.

little boxes said...

@a:your comment reminded me of "Beloved",and thanks.
@s:i dont think anyone can

when silence speaks said...

a feeling...superbly expressed.

Rahul Saha said...

I think thats a really good piece of writing. awesome.

Pongy Papaya said...

"i thought the envelopes would keep maps that would help me back home."

ei quest ta amar khub chena ar pochonder. i love how all your posts are not just technically good bits of writing but they manage to touch ..lovely!

Ibanov, Sir Rekaf said...

How about you xerox them, keep the copies and burn the originals? It works, believe me.