My Love Letters

My Sun Rises Only With You...

2004-05-31T04:54:00.000+05:00

Mon Susan

I wait everyday and all day just to hear you voice once again. I do want to read what you write, recite poetry for you and go back to the good old times once again. I have a very difficult time coping with the loss of our unision. I have no doubt in my heart that it is the same for you. Perhaps even more difficult is the conundrum that you are forbearing now. But be brave my love, dont you break down on me or anyone else, and especially yourself. You have always been a great woman, a beautiful and talented one at that too. I respect you and love you very much.

That is why I am here whenever you need me. Forbidden, forsaken and begotten. O World! Call it whatever you will , blind we are in our love and no one can see how beautiful our love is. Susan, my only prayer is that you get to safety quickly and be free from all the dangers and threats that abode you; be brave my love, and live to fight another day.

I finally found your Dad's number on the message archive. I was ignorant not to have thought of it after I had accidentally deleted it from my phone. I called him earlier today. He did not pick up. God willing, I will call tomorrow just to make sure nothing went wrong.

My, love, my Susan. Where art thou...

Susan: (expect me like u expect the sun to rise in the morning...and the moon to shine in the night)

Moaning in shame and grief they plead
From a union aloft that they be free'd;
From the being of creation to that of chaos;
To embrace in saguine sactuary of one 'nother's hearts
Of a feeling that it nutures; we keep for so long
And with time given can only grow strong

The sun will rise, and I shall gaze...
Across the haveans I gaze upon to rise
Our love, the blossom and flowers in the skies
In glee, the bells of the heavans magically do ring
Announcing our love gurgling, uncessantly in our spring

My love. My Susan. I am waiting for you.
If Helen ye be, Troy's Walls are only time....

De tout mon cœur

Simon, Paul (...with Garfunkel Sauce and Rajni-kaant Masala...hehe)

Where Art Thou...My Love?

2004-05-31T04:43:00.000+05:00

My dear Susan.

I am very very worried about you since I did not hear from you after you left. I will call your father tomorrow evening (Your time) to see if anything went wrong, I pray hope not.

Spend my days as usual, talked to my friend and everything is settled with her. But I think I hurt her very much. I dare not do it again, and you... I cannot seem to spend my days in its normal course since you left. But I will make it through until we can talk again and I ask you to do me no more than that.

We will come together soon, do not depair and be brave. Smile for me, my love, and I will kiss you each time you do.

Forever loving.

Bon Voyage My Dear...

2004-05-31T04:35:00.000+05:00

Mon chère, mon Susan.

I know you are very busy with everything. Do not despair, I am always here whenever you need me. Although I cannot be there in person, which I have infact never been, I am always closest to your heart. Find strength to go on and try hard at everything, this comes to you naturally although you are not aware of it.

I would love to go on with the pep talk, what abates me from doing so is the sensation which burns my skin and bones through, just to hold you in my arms. The feeling of being loved and loved back that is troubling you at the moment is mutual to me as well. But we will find this love, give it a name, eyes to see, and ears to listen with...you are free to choose as am I. Regardless of this, you will always my hand whenever you want to hold it. This, is my solemn promise to you and the binding that is forever ours.

Believe in yourself, and the world will believe in you. You are brave woman, Susan. A woman I love and would be honoured to be loved back by. Keep me posted if anything goes wrong and I will do all in my capability and valour, though very little- to aid you.

These Roses red that blooms in our garden wept
The flora and aroma of this bed we make love on, left
To the claws of clutching frost and the morning dew
We say our goodbyes with kisses never felt, our Love's adieu

Basking in the sun, we felt it in our hearts
A little bud that blossomed to its full, its start
To leave so soon and promising our love anew;
and Winter Winds blew away our fruits, our love's adieu

O, the hands of the lord and the Weaver of time
I pray unto thee that Ye shalt show this love's prime
With kisses I blow this feeling due
In spring we shall flower again, until then our love's adieu

Be brave my love.

la tienne,
Your forbidden fruit, your sweetest

Why Love Letters??

2004-05-31T04:23:00.000+05:00

These are Love letters i received from people who I beleive really loved me once, or maybe they do or not even now..i dont know..but they touched me deeply in ways i cannot explain. I have ommited names to respect their privacy. I treasure them alot and want to share this "love" that came in various forms...and words..and sometimes verses...