“Consider the Hands That Write This Letter.” | Prompt #3

And prolly that’s the one of best things about life, it’s gorgeous, it’s fragile, and unpredictable. The moment you start loving it, the days come nearby with each second, to take you away.

Tonight, I don’t want to write about the letters I’ve been writing all my life to the people who are known to me, to strangers in the form of pen pal or who knows the known turned strangers now or vice versa.

Handwritten letters have been really close to my heart. Ever since I was a growing kind, I considered writing in chits and throw it anywhere in house. And when I’d get it after a few days, weeks or months, it’d astonish me with some sort of excitement. Letters are precious to me.

There were times when I needed someone close to me, but I could not find anyone, that time the letters became my companion, I’ve ranted my grudges on the piece of papers until my tears are dried on my face. My heart has a big heart for emotions penned on the paper. They’re not words anymore, they’re live memories that go in my mind. Now and forever.

In this prompt #3, I’m going to share one of the poems that is so close to me as it resonates with me till my death, the letters are coming till my cemetery, they’re a part of me going to heaven or hell. My letters know the sleeping pills and the whole nights of mine which I spend with them.

My journal has many descriptions about death, and my pen has predicted the death.

So just listen to the story of a writer who writes a letter with his pen and observes everything:

A letter with his pen,

His body is here, where is he?

A letter with his pen

To heaven and hell, he will surely see.

A letter with his pen,

Is what all you read.

A letter with his pen

You can read in peace,

A letter with his pen

Is away from all the cacophony.

A letter with his pen,

Sing it aloud and let it be.

A letter from his pen,

Will keep him alive,

A letter with his pen,

Will keep his legacy.

Buried thousand times, before he

could write

With pens, papers, and body in his cemetery.

He was full of life, crazy, passionate and grounded,

Just remember him when he leaves.

A letter from his pen,

To the point it is

A letter from his pen,

No better when he’s lying still.

A letter from his pen,

No more letter, no more chills

After he takes those sleeping pills.

Disappeared from the past,

Meeting all of them now,

Tears fell on cheeks,

While wearing my crown.

A letter from his pen,

He shall speak to you now

A letter from his pen,

Less of ups than more of down

A letter from his pen,

Seems amazing on the ground

A letter from his pen

Not as happy as they always sound.

As he writes, frightened to be heard,

Scared to be alive, but loves deep sea

Food for his heart, is to spread love

As he’s gonna live till only forty three.

A letter with his pen,

You’ll always read and feel,

A letter with his pen,

You’ll receive the last letter…



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28 thoughts on ““Consider the Hands That Write This Letter.” | Prompt #3”

  1. Handwritten letters has its own charm. And you used to write it for yourself!! How cool is that. I wish I would have done that.
    What to say about the letter with his pen. I find so many the emotions in that poem, its dark and angry, its sad and grieving, scared and longing. I also felt a hidden need to hold on to and to move on.
    I dont know when you wrote this. But I hope that phase is gone now.

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    1. Hey, Yeshu!

      Many of the times it’s really important to pour the entire heart when you do something. Writing is one of the sources that we’ve got as writers. My major motive was to portray the vulnerability of the world of writers.

      I may not be one of them, but there are many of them that you’ve read.

      I’m extremely happy to read that you could gather all the emotions through this poem.

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  2. You really create magic with your words, Sir. This poem was a mixup of so many deep emotions. And the rhymes were so perfect. How did you do thatttt?

    I am one very lucky person to have received a handwritten letter by you, but I lost itt. 🥺 It was such a precious thing huh. Your letters are always the most heartwarming ones. ❤️

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    1. It reaches the heart which is as pure as the one who writes.

      You’ve lost the letter? No worries, why?
      Because the feelings attached to it are still residing in your heart. They’re as new as a newborn child. Always stuck in your head.

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  3. The moment you start loving it, the days come nearby with each second, to take you away. This hits deep.

    I see how letters mean so much to you. Of course, papera are more reliable than people.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. I’ve already vibed a lot with you. Thats the reason i began reading each and every words of what you’ve written. See, i completed your prompts. And even going for more.

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      2. I don’t know when did I get such a curious reader like you last time, who’s not only reading for the sake of doing it, but actually feels throughout. You’re a genuine heart with each comment that you’re leaving behind.

        The writer inside me is smiling broadly when you said, you’re done with the prompts and going for more. Ah!

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      3. Do you? I get it now.

        I was suggested by one of the Canadian bloggers years back to write something with pen and paper and post it the raw copy. Thereafter, I loved doing that.

        I’d love to read those scribbling works of yours if you ever post them.

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