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Continue reading →: Unreciprocated AdorationYou said when we will be together there will be lights The city would sing for our union in a cacophony. That deafens the world and rests all the fights You said we will find our place in this petrified agony. The sun is dying and the stars are shining…
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Continue reading →: Love Is A Feather
Originally posted on Frank Solanki: Love is a featherFloating tenderly with the breezeFalling in your palmOften unexpectedlyDon’t hold it too tightlyLest you crush itHold it lightlyFeel its soft touchCaress it with affectionExamine it carefullyYou could make out the doveFrom whom this thing of beauty droppedWhat is that dove but a…
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Continue reading →: Until We Meet Next TimeWhat will happen if I lose you? What will happen if I lose You? Will I not stir up hell, Looking for you? Will I not ravage heaven, Searching for you? I have been chasing your shadow For many a thousand years. For a hundred generations, I have been gazing…
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Continue reading →: Last SummerIn the rising heat of the rising sun , the city of Kolkata was getting roasted to a crisp. The boy, Saikat, was working in a hotel near Dharmatala Bus Stand, even in this scorching sun. He has been working here for about a few months now. A boy of…
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Continue reading →: I’m not Your Petite FilleI was never a little girl for like, forever,That’s what as far as I can remember.Going through my old photos I think ofThem as my youth which I’m still inI will be forever in it, my most precious gift,My eternal youth, my fountain of love. I played, I play with…
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Continue reading →: HaikuHaiku is a traditional Japanese form of poetry where a three line poem is written. The poem needs to meet some requirements to be a haiku. The poem must have three “kireji” or phrases one in each line, 17 “on” (syllables) with a pattern of 5 7 5, and a…
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Continue reading →: My First SchoolI Holding the hands of my aunt,Walking up the steep road,I reached my first day of school.Ah! Those innocent faces around meGoogling with curiosity,I was doing the same.Not just that,I vomited on the way on a auto;It was a traumatic experience.Yet a refreshing chance to know the world.Well it all…
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Continue reading →: Growing upGrowing up means what? Does it mean taking more responsibilities?Does it mean hurting the close ones?Does it mean knowing to live alone?Does it mean you are enough for yourself? Growing up changes everything. Do we find meaning in life?Do we find our purpose of existence?Do we reach places we never…
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Continue reading →: Will you write me a song?I Hey poet! Will you write me a song? What if the precious gifts of the creation Oneday, will cease to exist? Then why is all this preparation? What for is all this commotion? II Hey Poet! Can you write me a poem? Where the eyes of lover aren’t angelic,…
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