A Bunch of Open Letters

DEAR Life, 

We met, 

Over toddling innocence,

Continued till the effervescence,

Dissolved in the competence,

But don't worry! For its not over yet.

We are together for sakeful pretence.

Dear love,

We met,

Over sizzling gleam of tv screen,

Grew secretly close in teens,

Continued in rising roar's sheen,

Made love and preen,

But the fog was soon cleaned,

With maturity so serene. 

So its over with you now,

With a hope that you will reap what you sow.

Dear Maturity,

We met over caffeine of calamity,

Walked together in tragedy,

Got sloshed with zeal in adversity,

You were the only one,

Who never said, "i am done".

And that's why it will never be over with you,

Since you are the one.

You are the one. 

Dear Over-Senitivity,

We met, everytime when I tried to be witty.

Won't say that you failed me,

Since you only got humanity nailed in me. 

Making out with you has always brought me self pity.

But still I never broke up, 

Because you are my home, my city. 

Dear Pen,

We met over and over in pain.

We continued even when I gained.

Many had tried to play a game,

To put a name of shame,

To our bond so insane.

But we never got in trap of disdain,

Since we both know, 

It will never be over.

And you and I,

Will never need makeover.