I shall never post?
A few words that
No doubt would not be enough
To explain to what extent I crave to experience
Boundlessness and you.
A letter I wish you’d read at night
When I will be asleep.
A letter with questions that you will
Answer in my dreams.
Am I even supposed to call it a letter?
Does that word even make any sense?
Does any of this make any sense at all?
Does it?
Huh?
I can’t keep asking questions to space,
It is as much full as it’s empty that
I can sense all my questions disappearing into nothingness.
Unreflective it is.
Unresponsive it is.
Yet it holds the answers to every question that’s ever been asked
And all the questions that will ever be?
But how shall I listen to what silence has to say?
Who would I send my letter to- if I will never know your address?
So I will never post my letter,
Just let it sit inside an envelope that way.
And I will keep it glued to my chest every night I sleep.
What if you were to come and read it secretly?
I must be awake when in my heart you will peek,
To bless me with all that I truly seek.
~ Kripa Sarkar
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