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Brown eyes,
I never before noticed
How enticing they were
Or how literature always cheated,
Writing eulogies upon hazel,
The mahogany tawny
Or the resplendent blue. 
Repeating, reminding 
How brown was boring,
Plain as bark,
Monotonous.

But Brown eyes,
Your brown eyes.
I realized 
They were anything but boring.

They were
The aroma of soil after first rain,
The fallen leaves
Painting the pavements 
In mosaic of memories.
The colour of arms
After a long day at beach.
The weight of wet sand,
Coursing, sliding with tide.
The shade of my hair,
When the rays hit just right.

I noticed, they were
The aroma of chocolate,
Dipped in syrup.
The warmth of hot coffee
On a cold winter morning.
The moist cake,
I recently feasted upon.

I realized, they were
The sound of busy mornings.
The hustle of streets,
With people on way.
The shade my laughter sounded
On cheesy pick up lines,
Yours.
It was the same colour
As the walls of my rooms.
With Windows seeing past horizon.

I saw, they were
The strokes of uncertainty.
Old toys on the mantlepiece,
And older books of the library.
It was in the smell
Of pancakes that grandmother made.
And the last bite I fought over.
The stalk of the tree
I decorated every winter
And the wrappers
I wrapped and unwrapped
Over the family table.

I sensed, them in
The afternoon lunches with father, 
And those long walks
Alone by the deserted highway.
Sometimes
When the clouds grew dark
It peeked behind
Those rationed curtains
Of the old homes.

It was not a simple color anymore,
It was comfort in pain,
The frozen smile in worry.
A solace
Salvation when mayhem insured.
It was a safe haven.

And literature 
Poetries
Never truly did justice,
Claiming
Claiming the colour
Of your orbs to be unremarkable.
But I realized,
Falling deep in that void,
That those chocolate dipped colours
Dancing in your sunlit laughter
Were anything but boring.

A. Krishnatre.

To the one reading 

Dear stranger,
You and I 
We do not belong
In a ‘we’.
I do not know
What your favourite colours
Look like.
I have never seen 
The shades your eyes shine
When the sunlight
Hits it just right.
I do not know
The smell of your favourite coffee
In a peachy morning blue.
I do not know
Whether you like chocolates
Or prefer pies.
I am devoid
Of all such knowledge 
These details
Of your life.

Yet stranger
I know that some nights
When the clock tick 3
You simply toss and turn
Unable to sleep.
Some nights
You simply stare
Out into the void
Unaware of self
Conscious intertwined with abyss.
And those nights
You do not yearn for someone
You do not need warm hugs
For the fire of your heart
Keeps you warm.
You know yourself
In the purest form.

I know
That some days are bright
sunshine tucked in your pockets
And stars in your eyes.
Those days you dress up
In your favourite clothes
Looking your best possible self.
And I know stranger
That some days
Giving a smile
Lending laughter
Is too much of a trouble.
Life is like dandelion seeds
Fragile and hard to grasp.

I know your regrets
Those unsaid words,
That still claw down your throat.

I know that life is not fair
It never is.
I know it hurt
When they went away
Maybe ,
Maybe they could have stayed.
I know at days
You curse fate
And at days yourself,
Hoping you could
Have made them stay

In weary nights
When you look at yourself
And start finding faults
And then sleep through the night
Welcomed by wet pillows.
I know you,
And I want to remind you
That you are beautiful.

I know that your heart,
Holds the biggest chandeliars
That beauty has to offer.
With firefly lights
Flickering and frolicking
Lit a thousand lights.

Stranger
I know your smile,
The way your lips curl
And teeths peek out.
The way you scrunch your nose
Crinkles reach your eyes.

Somedays
You enter the coffee shop
Sitting by the table
You sip that black delight
Or earlgrey ( your choice).
I know you find comfort
In watching people passing by.

I know how you jump
Seeing ballons go up
And how rides
Always make you sweat.
You love that cheesy over romantic movies
That you have denied each day.

I know you have cried
A thousand tears
Shown a few
Treasured the rest.
I know all that.
I know you hide your scars
But darling 
They make you strong.

And I am sorry
I could not tell you sooner
That stranger,
I have known it all along
And I want to remind you 
That through all days 
Good or bad
There are people
Who find you beautiful,
That know you
People who care.
So Stranger,
Darling
Take care.
©krishnatre

A Happy birthday letter to Shakespeare

Wordsmith colony
Teenage lane
India

23 April 2016

English writers block
Gate 1616- Dramatist’s paradise
Heaven.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,

Again, I am here at your service to provide you with information regarding the, tangled mess of people, that is the society. But before I move to those not-so-pressing matters, let me ask after your health and happiness. After my last letter I hope everything regarding you has taken a turn towards the best. Now let’s discuss some matters that can’t be neglected.

So Sir before anything else let me wish you a grand, magnificent and full of grandiose birthday. May your fame succeed you in all the next generations to come. Now I remember that your unfortunate death also took place at this same day ,but considering the fact that I am a mere teenager writing a letter to you,that seems like a taboo topic to talk about. Let’s move to something more cheerful that lightens the mood and creates an aura of bliss.

I assure you respected sir , that the reason behind my being late in writing this letter today is not my forgetfulness, but my hesitancy to write. Sir I realise that it will seem like a poor excuse to you, the greatest dramatist of all time, but I assure you that to a budding poet like me , the hesitancy of writing to you was more hard to overcome than a writers block. But it doesn’t matter any longer. Here I am writing to you.

Sir, now about the homo sapiens. Human society is just moving forward slowly and steadily on the cycle of rise and fall. Nothing out of ordinary about them. As you portrayed the assaisan of Caesar by the hands of Cassius,  Brutus and other conspirators, I assure you respected sir , the same is going on with every part of society , where each and every man looks out for his or her own benefit.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,  Do not worry about the society,  even though they pave their own fall , yet do not worry about them , for they will learn with your guidance and in the end they will understand their mistakes. But that’s not what I am writing to you about.

Sir , I am writing this letter to ask about the feast that took place in heaven to celebrate your birthday. Do give me account regarding it. Here on earth we the literature feeding , bookworms,  bibliophile, bookmaniac and your epic fan teenagers, adults and older people definitely celebrated your birthday. Enjoy your ultimate day.

Respected Shakespeare Sir, through your vivid views on everything,  I hope your view about birthday’s in general is  a great one, for I love them no doubt. With cakes and candles and sweets and joy nothing more is needed.

Sir, I now see that I have said a numerous things that do not make much sense and rest assured definitely I will give the excuse of sleepy eyes and confused head at midnight. I hope you won’t mind. I will again write to you when I feel like it , Until then Adieu . Do shower your dramatic blessings on me and give my sincere respect to Sir G.B.Shaw , Sir
Ben Johnson , Sir .Samuel Beckett , Sir Arthur Miller and the whole crew.
Do write if possible,
If impossible
Write all the same.

Yours faithful young wordsmith
Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S. Have an incandescent birthday blast.

A letter to Shakespeare

Wordsmith colony
Teenage lane
India

1 February 2016

English writers block
Gate 1616- Dramatist’s paradise
Heaven.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,

Take my salutation into consideration and do proceed with the letter . First let me out of my sheer morbid curiosity and politeness ask, Sir how is your stay in heaven? I sincerely hope you are comfortable and cheerful because on earth situations are not so grand. I hope you are full of felicity at your grand success in the literature world. I completely agree with the world and myriad of geniuses that you are the greatest dramatist of all time and ‘course a supreme poet. Well I sincerely hope your fame has reached the eerie yet magnificent heaven. Now when I am hearty content with your health and happiness let’s proceed onto the topics at hand.

Sir I have a few queries that I need answered and I hope that you will be kind enough to do so. The first and foremost thing that baffled me was how did you know what the human civilization was going to end up like in the future? What I meant dear sir is that your dramas are the perfect portrayal of today’s society. Did you had a magical mysterious ruby jeweled mirror or something of that kind that reflected the future? Or is it just the fate of every society to decline and fall after its exuberant rise. History repeats itself , for the cycle of rise and fall could be traced from Rome to Athens. And you dear sir are very well aware of that. But can’t the cycle just end at the rise and set a enrapturing example. I know you are laughing at me , saying that it’s a cycle, and a cycle cannot end at a point but be continuous. I know your answer will be a clear and wise no, well Never mind.

Now that you have seen and understood that humanity is falling in its own trap like it’s succumbed to decline and ruin. You must be feeling sorry. Well don’t worry because you yourself made clear that after every great tragedy either a man’s fate is that of Antonio or that of Brutus. Either a man understands like king lear understood or he dies utterly consumed in his own plethora of ego like Macbeth.  But whatever turn the man will take, Victory will always be of the one who is righteous.

Dear Shakespeare Sir,  through your wit , humour , passion , power , love , lust , politics , omens , forecasts , wisdom , cruelty , internal conflicts and game of thrones,  you being the wise being you are, showed us different ways out of trouble , all we need to do is to read them intently and be passionate in doing so.  Thank you so much for jotting down the future of present mankind in the past.

Sir I love your writings and above all I respect your wisdom . The way you sum up whole life in a few sentences and the way you express emotions in words that can even wield the matter. Your dialogues are the perfect example of silky emotions blend with iron will and logic in the perfect proportion. The grotesque coldness of time and the illogical decrepit ignorance of Lords were described on the flaxen flyleaf in a graceful manner.

Sir I hope for you all kinds of bliss and joy wrapped in incandescent smiles. I will again write to you when I again fail to understand the aim of human kind . Until then Adieu . Do shower your dramatic blessings on me and give my sincere respect to Sir G.B.Shaw , Sir Ben Johnson , Sir .Samuel Beckett , Sir Arthur Miller and the whole crew.
Do write if possible,
If impossible
Write all the same.

Yours faithful young wordsmith
Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S : I cherish your writings, for they act as a flickering flame in the darkness of unknown. Happy writing.