Unposted Letters

I picked those

Hand-written and

Rejected letters 

From my drawer,

To empty

The clogged unit

And to make space 

For new ones.

It’s been 

One year since

And I am guessing

The 365 pages

Near-to perfect

Letter book is ready

Yet the address remains 

Unknown.

I could not refrain

Myself from the habit

Of writing you letters.

One word at a time,

Yet far from 

Pouring out

What my heart

Carries for you.

May be I could not 

Understand you, 

Maybe you could not

Understand me,

May be the situation

Was too out of place

Or

Maybe we ran out of time.

There was no time

To fix the cracks,

No time to

Tighten the bolts,

No time to

Patch the empty space,

In short no time to

Mend the broken the relation.

Put your hand on your heart

And tell me, 

Was it really broken?

Our relation?

Or were our egos

Too fragile to be compromised?

Whatever it was,

It broke us apart.

Could you feel

The broken edges

Piercing into your heart?

Because I could feel.

I could see,

Those tiny, vulnerable

Trembling parts

Have grown and 

Taken shape,

Just like the one injury I had

On my knees,

When I had learnt cycling,

It has healed 

Yet it looks like

A memory patch.

I do not notice it

Anymore now 

But when I see it, 

It brings back those 

Memories in flashes.

I too stopped missing you,

But my hand kept writing

Hand-written notes for you.

May be out of practice

Or maybe my words miss you

More than I do.