A Letter from a Fan's Friend....

Dear Sushant Singh Rajput,

If you are watching your fandom,

From wherever you are,

I can picture you smiling with tears in your eyes,

But please let me interrupt you for a while.

Dear Sushant,

First of all, I would make it clear,

I'm sorry, but I hope you understand,

I'm definitely not and was not your fan,

But I would raise my pen on behalf of my friends.

Dear Sushant,

I do not know the cause of your deadly plan,

But I do understand, the pressure and your pain,

I apologize on behalf, of all the ears gone deaf,

When you needed them, now we are all too late.

Dear Sushant,

If you are watching, people mourn for your fate,

Only you know what's true and what's fake,

Sir what darkness you saw that day,

But maybe you see the light today.

Dear Sushant,

This morning I read about you, on the internet,

I felt something familiar, cause I am the same,

NASA was our dream, only you were fortunate,

Maybe our dreams alone, won’t create a happy place.

Dear Sushant,

I see your fans, mourning today,

They love you, they followed your way,

But sir I understand, what your heart said,

Maybe the love he wanted; he didn't get.

Dear Sushant,

I won't make you feel bad, for the decision you made,

I won't question you now, cause I am too late,

But I'll tell your fans you are in a better place,

And if rebirth exists, may you be blessed, with the best.

-Natalya Ludwick-

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Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

Your Only Choice...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay, But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

I Continued...

Looking through, the window inside, On this wonderful day, the sun is bright, Little birds sing, a joyful rhyme, A bride prepares, for her carriage ride, In between four walls, I continued to write. Children screamed, come quickly let's hide, By the tree he sat, for the shade they provide, Cheerful little girls, enjoyed the slide, Mom continued to say, "come eat your rice", In between four walls, I continued to rhyme. The silver fountain, standing tall outside, With the sun's rays, it had to shine, The birds dance, and sing inside, What a beautiful day, what a beautiful sight, In between four walls, I continued with a sigh. For understanding there was, a great big fight, To understand and forgive, was a great big crime, Living with regrets, is the lesson taught by life, In this crowded world, I could not cry, In between four walls, I continued to fake smile. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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