By Ayesha Khatun

Words inked on paper
Holds passion and quiet confessions
Which cannot be voiced out loud

Each careful choice of words
Uneven sentences
Reflect a soul that is alive

Feelings curved with ink
On paper
Like a person leaving behind
A piece of their soul

A handwritten message
Like a warm embrace
After a weary day

Ink between folded pages,
Unraveling a soul
That quietly yearns

Years later,
In a corner of a drawer
Tucked between a notebook
Folded letters finds us once again

Forgotten memories starts to resurface
Like it never really faded
Even in the silence of the room