u/Due_Juice4353

You built me a castle

but only of sand.

So you never entered,

knowing it wouldn't stand.

In my heart,

a love was born—

but it wilted away

before it could bloom.

This is a letter from me to you.

Trust me when I say this to you—

I am truly, madly in love with you.

It would have been nice

if you had loved me too.

For whatever it’s worth,

my heart and all my love

will always belong to you.

To escape from love,

I climbed a mountain—

only to fall into

the ocean of your eyes.

Life is too hard.

Look at it

through the lens of humour—

you may laugh,

or at least smile

once in a while.

He asked me, “What is your dream job?”

I politely replied, “To dream about working and daydream in the office.”

“Good,” he said.

“Did I get the job?” I asked.

“You’ll know in your dream,” he replied.

Bravo, O heart, for falling in love,

for adorning the heart like a bride.

Bravo, O heart, for falling in love,

for decorating this gathering of the heart.

Bravo, O heart, for falling in love—

even the moon and stars, upon seeing it,

cried out in admiration,

“Wonderful! Wonderful!”

I picked up a few flower petals lying on the grass. They turned into letters. So I plucked a few flowers— and they turned into words. I made a garland with those flowers. It turned into a poem.

The garden of my heart

waited for a shower

of your love.

But you never came,

and one by one,

all the flowers died.

I wrote a happy poem—

it smiled at me.

I wrote a funny poem—

it stood up and laughed.

I wrote a sad poem—

it sat down and cried.

I wrote a gloomy poem—

it turned blue.

So I wrote a lazy poem—

it went to sleep.

When wounded by something,

in time, it heals.

When wounded by someone, it never heals—

no matter the time.

Dark clouds gathered.

Bright lightning strikes,

thunder roars.

Look! hailstones are falling.

Betrayed, bankrupted,

Bidya began begging.

Bought bananas,

built banana business—

became brilliant businesswoman.

​I have kept you in my heart,

and in my heart you will stay—

​Till the end of time,

or just till the end of me.

When doubts

make their way

into the heart,

love refuses

to stay.

You said

I had a heart of gold—

is that why you stole it?

I wish it were

made of stone;

then no one would

have touched it.