All of a sudden
My friend asks me to wish for her birthday
I have nothing in hand
Have never felt that important
So I have given an empty hand
No word came from a dry heart
So I asked if she'd a cake
I feel very sad when looking back
If I had a knife
I would have cut my heart into twenty
and given a piece.
Informers know what they are
They are not to bring exact words
But to bring the meaning alone
If the other gave hot water to pour on face
They will bring very late it to become cold
If the other gave a burning stick to light the head
They will bring a match stick and say it's a gift
If the other sent a spearhead to heart
They'll come with a safety pin to remove throns
If the other said not to utter a single word
They will use all the emojis
Informers are not for money
Informers serve for love
Informers too have life to live
Informers too get bored of lies.
Writing a letter is not a cowardice act,
Instead, maximum bravery
a coward can show is writing a letter.
It won't bring fear like
an image from an anonymous id
Instead, it's the nudity of a newborn
which longs for a refuge
Like many things, letters too have
their own bright sides
no struggles like word search
no struggles like short breaths
not the elevation of body heat
nor the sound of own heart
no need to be in a hurry
no need to reduce voice
no need to look ground or somewhere
no need to fear that someone may hear
no need to be scared when the face shrinks
no need to fear that we may stopped in between
no need to fear that the other will leave before finishing
one can tell all they want to tell
one can tell all they didn't meant to tell
Above all
it's a handicraft,
which is made with lots of efforts
which is checked countless times
which is specially made for only one
which is specially made by only one
Cowards know well that,
it is difficult to get answers to their letters.
They also know well that,
even after
One should not go and ask,
"Did you see the light of the truth in it?"
All a coward can do is, writing and waiting.
18-08-2019
17.30
If you want to cut a tree
Cut it day by day
Each cut a day
Or at least
Grow it as a Bonsai
Cut it instant
When hands of love extend
Instead of that
Don't think of plucking from the root
Even if you shattered,
please don't ask me
What to do with the
Mushrooms while decaying.