To a stranger – letter 1

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart. ~Phyllis Theroux

The Paradox Of Life …

It’s raining tonight; it has been raining every day of this week. I have quite a few poems about the charming sound of drops falling on the windows, but in reality, from where I stand, I can barely hear any sound because of the metal blinds my windows and doors have. I could leave them open and listen to the rain coming and going, at times whispering; but on the next day, the first thing that I will see, is the dirt left on the glass and the idea of rain and charm together, will vanish within seconds.

I used to feel uncomfortable with rain. For years the memory of departing boats and big, salty monsters eating up the waving hands tortured me. While the rain took even the moment of grief away, not letting any tears to the surface. And then, one happy moment of another rainy day was enough to make me forget the fears that came with the rain.

It’s strange how poets find beauty in things which at a second glance are not that beautiful. Like the love shower scenes in movies, huge passion behind the steamed glass!  The actual scene is blurry, but the running hot water and the silhouettes deserve an astonishment: ” Wow, how great is that!” And when a real life, shower scene comes, I find out pretty fast that the steam, the feverish emotions are only a fiction, because the walls bite with cold and turn every kiss into an awkward moment.

Sometimes even staring at the moon is a kind of paradox, especially when there is a big lemon tree on the way. I like the view from your balcony. I wonder what is it to live so high above the ground? Is it noisy when the wind is around? Do you feel the sun heat even more; do you see the stars better? I wonder if I ever will be able to see the skies over there standing next to you?

The skies here look sad tonight. I don’t know why I start my first letter with a hint of melancholy, maybe because of the rain, maybe because of the distance!

If it was a week ago, I’d probably spill rage and sorrow for the burned streets of Athens and I’d curse the day I came here. If it was a hot summer night, then I’d sure write you a poem, sweet words to make you smile while you gaze at the stars and think of what taste the coffee will have on the next morning.

But it’s tonight and it rains, and I wish I could share the rain with you, but we are just strangers that once found a common musing, and this letter is just a random page of a forgotten book that no one will ever read; and the only good part is that as a stranger you could never leave me, because you were never here to begin with…



Image by Sonam Mandal


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


8 Responses to “To a stranger – letter 1”


    This is a wonderful letter to write, with its honesty, the longing, the frank admissions and the beautiful language!
    Enjoyed it immensely Blaga! The ending is so poignant , a stranger can never leave for he never really came…how lovely!

  2. Rubin Nanda Says:

    Marvelous ending. well written.

  3. siggiofmaine Says:

    I agree with “Butterflies of Time” especially about the ending….to me an important statement to ponder.
    Your sadness matched my mood tonight…and I almost didn’t read this tonite because I couldn’t face “cheer”
    and loveliness in the world that everyone seems to always have. I guess I am a melancholy person by
    nature, cheerful and happy by reputation. I tend not to write about the sad and unhappy moments…which
    is a prompt, here, by you to do more of.
    Thank you for this post.
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  4. imashwin Says:

    Hi Stranger.. That was a Beautiful letter.. A poet sees everything through his colored glasses.. The color in this case would be the color of the poets emotions.. Will be waiting for Letter 2..

  5. Victoria C. Slotto Says:

    Zen-like, beautiful reflections and the ending is great.

  6. dragonkatet Says:

    I love the musings in this, Blaga. And count this as another vote for the way you ended it. :) *hugs* Hope you’re not really this blue – Spring is almost here! YAY!

  7. Eclipse Says:

    Extremely poignant words and emotions Blaga…Still…through your gorgeous words even sorrow looks beautiful…

  8. Jamie Dedes Says:

    A bravura performance, my friend, well woven with whispers of poetry, insight, and integrity and more than a bit of wistfullness.

    Thank you!

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