Dear Older Me,
I don't know whether I am your father or your child. I know you will be younger than me. I know you will be stronger than me. I know you will be wiser than me. I am sure that you won't forget my struggle to make you better than me. I am living for you. I am trying hard so that you would be recognised by the society. Anyway I don't expect much from you. You too don't expect much from me. I am living my present, though at times I worry for you too. You may blame me that I have not saved much for you. But I don't want you to be dependent. You may not have those friends, whom I am having now. But I am sure you will have the best of them. You will have some new ones too. You may laugh on lines I have written, or may feel nostalgic. It was not my idea to write to you. A friend has suggested. You know, when I start writing letter to someone close to me, I don't stop. But I know very well, you won't have much time to read so much. You might be listening to this. So won't take much of your time.
Your Past.-
I don't remember the day since when I've unfelt the feeling of being taken for granted. I don't care now, if it feels not good to be so much to them and them being so little to me. I don't remember since when I've stopped dreaming of the candle light dinners and started thinking of walks under the moonlight. I don't remember since when I've been writing more than reading. Maybe I'd write more because I couldn't be heard anymore but be read for more. Or I didn't want to speak more and let my words chase you silently. Maybe if you ask me why a certain song goes on loops yesterday- today- tomorrow, I'd say they understand me now more than I do them. I don't remember since when I've stopped fearing that you'd see my knowns and unsee my hiddens and bias-know me then. Maybe I'd tell you that I'd want you to not know me at all, for I've found peace in the unknowns too. Maybe thus, your 'nothing' becomes my 'everything'. That I've built a home amongst my greys, blacks and the white walls, maybe I've aged as a soul. Maybe I love my 'grown up existence'. Maybe it loves me too. I don't know HOW TO GROW OLD, nor does my older self know. But we'd do. Maybe like the Old souls. Maybe!
#oldsouls-
You gifted a girl a dead peice of older me.
Out of love you called it
A Dark poetry.
It couldn't walk or eat.
But it used to sing all Night
So the girl quit to sleep.
It gazed at the walls all day
and bleed.
One fine day u had to visit,
And She wrapped your gift all over her skin.
Now she couldn't speak, or walk or breathe.
So,
she Let it bleed.
You gifted a girl a dead peice of older me.
I was the girl But
Now
She isn't me.-
Letter to Older self.
Hello my dear older self. It has been 10 years from now. You have face lots of challenges & trouble in life. In some most of them you have helped me and held me strong enough to live in this world.
I never knew my older version was so strong . Have seen lots of ups & downs, we keep on held on it & moved in hand in hand. Dear my older self, I really thank you for everything you taught me to live and love in life. 10 year have passed and yet I remember the things we have done.
I love you My older self .. love you for giving me a new update version of me
I love you for all we have done .
A letter of love from your present .
To Older self.
.
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Asked the older version of myself
Nope!!!!
Because u were too busy to make everyone else happy....
Too innocent to be misundersood as a dumb....
Trust me I am too happy to lose u-
Younger she: I wanna be
a writer one day.
Present she: We made it honey
and I love you.-
Our dynamics corresponds to the conflict withinselves yet the emotion remains intact
-
Tonight,When moonlight was kissing me.
I was genuinely missing me!!-
The older i get, the more i
understand that
it's okay to live a life
others don't understand.-
This festive season, people trying to connect with the ones they had
lost touch with over time.
I just miss my older self,
the happier me,
the better me,
the angrier me,
the truer me,
the one who had more friends.-