death, love, POEM, poetry



And the page lay on the grave, the dead seemed to read and absorb each word written on it. Nothing could destroy the ink, not even the overnight rain. There are things that remain, and have always been, always present even after catastrophes and nature’s furies, just like the letters on that page. The message or whatever it was, was passed on to the dead through Kashiv, it wasn’t a thing born out of his head, but he was a medium, a messenger, a prophet chosen for the mission. He is like everybody else living and dead in this world, a messenger of God, chosen for a special work, a message to leave; that is why dead live even after they die, they live through those messages they are sent with.

Kashiv’s message would be found by the undertaker of the cemetery, for whom it would be a sore to live with for the rest of his life. He would read and fold the paper and put it in his pocket, which would later fall inside a box and be buried forever with the one for whom the message was meant.

The Reader read the words on the paper…


My love for you knows no bound;

Forget the roses,

I’ll give you lost time and dead sound.


My love for you is not possessive;

I know you’ll come back to me

Or me to you

And then, I’ll set you free.


My love for you is unmatched;

Forget the horses,

I’ll ride you in carriage that travels in wind.


My love for you is not showy;

You are to me,

What dawn, stars, mountains and dusk are to me.


My love for you only is immortal;

Every time you are born,

I’ll always be felt.

However you freeze the ice

It’ll, only I know, always melt.





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53 thoughts on “THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX”

  1. I am at peace reading your post and feel at home with your words.
    I quote from you :”Kashiv, it wasn’t a thing born out of his head, but he was a medium, a messenger, a prophet ” .
    I see this also as important that we are open to be a messenger before we write. If those channels are closed our words are empty cymbals.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Miriam. I appreciate your liking and commenting on the post.
      See Miriam , what I feel is that each one of us here on earth are born with one special purpose. We’re born as a messenger of God, and we don’t realize this, and it’s not easy in this world of illusions.
      I liked what you said, ” if those channels are closed our words are empty cymbals.”

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  2. VIKASH, you have a way with the words. It was beautifully written and so deep with meanings. I enjoy ur work, everytime I visit ur blog. I especially liked the poem. Thanks for liking, my post Role Reversal. Please give sincere suggestions as somebody who writes like you can help new people like me improve.

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    1. Thanks Anamika! Thanks a lot for the appreciation
      I like your blog too.. and your writing is wonderful. I am learning each day, from each writer and blogger.
      But I think your blog needs exposure, that’s it! Keep writing.. take care…

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    1. Last night I kept my head in the cupboard and forgot to put it on this morning.. so, even if I try, I won’t be able to mind.
      Well, it’s simple, visit other blogs and read them, like Karma it’ll come back to you.
      There are a lot of amazing writers here on WordPress, if you’re not reading them, you’re missing something.

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