He never really talks to me,
But cares a lot for me silently,
He didn't even actually proposed me
But always makes me dream of living together..
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This poem is close to my heart as I wrote this for my mother on mother's day 💖

The person to whom I saw the first,
Who introduced myself to the whole universe.

She understands me more than myself,
Always giving me solutions for all my problems!

Those days when she beaten me up,
Cause I played some pranks which are not yet grown up!

Scolding,sharing; even we have fights,
But still I think it is absolutely right!

She is the one who help me to sought out,
When I fall upon conclusion and feel drop out!

The way she looks at me is really unbelieving,
I understand,she reads my mind sayings!

Lastly and forever,she is non other than my mother,
Wishing her a happy mother's day this summer!!!!💖

Hope u all like it!!!😊

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My heart was on the verge of crying
Mourning and bleeding, now all tears were drying
I was counting on my last breath
And my task was still incomplete
The memories were hurting, making me die
I wish I could get an Afterlife



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The Day We Won But I LostThe Day We Won But I Lost

" Well done boys ! we won " , screamed the Major at the top of his voice.

" We ? " , I asked myself rather baffled.

For the first time in the past 30 years , I felt so unsure about my actions.

My job , which meant the world to me seemed so silly at that point. All the medals , I had earned over the years just seemed like weights too heavy to carry for my 50 years old body.

My whole world came crashing down in front of my eyes.

" What exactly am I supposed to celebrate about? Shooting the 10 year old , who was yet to experience the most of his life or bombing the hospital where the staff saw me as a hero in disguise "

" How I could I take pride in destroying someone's house , killing someone's father?
Is this what I wanted to do?"

While I was thinking all this standing near a pool of blood , a young recruit came running towards me . " Congratulations Seargent! We've won . We'll be national heroes now. " , said he trying to catch his breath .

I turned towards him and smiled a bit.

But deep inside I cried and that day I realised " We won , but I lost."

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Though he was cool as cucumber,
She use to be berate him,
Lucid and candid with conversations ,
She replied in livid way,
..

Relationship bit the dust when he said
Good bye with a smile
And she replied
Get lost with a high tone

..
She still searches for his sweet voice,
And in her past she just opened a can of worms.....


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m e & y o u

Be mine always on every diverse situation of my running life
oh the love of my life
the life will be miserable
and like the ugly nightmare
without the physical presence
of your oh my thee love
though I have had a lot of injustice
and fault arguments with you
still never ever thought of leaving
me else the life will be colorless.
Alas.....
that in late & in last I regretfully
uttering the vine thoughts to yOu:)

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Three children are sitting on a log beside a stream. One of them looks up at the sky and says:

"This is simply marvelous! We should make a ritual of coming here! I promise to come back here every year and tell you guys all about my adventures."

The boys said nothing but silently followed suit, staring blankly into the vast skies. The rippling of the stream was met, only by the rustling of the trees. Neither of the boys could muster a single syllable.

"I wish you guys weren't leaving so soon."

To the boys, the abrupt outburst was something they could never have expected from a girl like Anna, and as for Anna herself, the emotion was one she chided herself for.


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Author's Note: I feel a lack of imagination on my part, and the want of another prompt to continue further. Hopefully I will be able to develop my imagination as I go farther along in this group! Kudos to Mr. Rajiv and Ms. Suan for their collaborated efforts at founding something #SimplyWonderful.

A Date

I woke up early morning,
Excited for some place,

Took the shower,
Cleaned up all,
Was pending up for days,

Became a perfet dapper,
My lil bro saw me once,

Hugged my father,
Kissed my mom,
For him just lovely glance,

Walking on the surface,
Was floating on the moon,

With pumping heart,
And nervous thought,
Hoping to see her soon,

So far its past an hour,
She hasn't shown a sign,

Pick the phone,
And make a call,
She meant this by design?

My notions just got darker,
And hope has gone so bleak,

With steamy eyes,
And shattered voice,
Why me? Sighting the peak,

When all the odds are gone,
And everything was fake,

I hold my views,
And shut the few,
Settled to stay awake,

Here she was all smiling,
And blushing from some reach,

I wondered,
How this happened,
Did you just heard my wish?

My reason for her tardy,
Has proven to be wrong,

Bleary thoughts,
My broken watch,
A singer to unplayed song.

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Thanks.

Rebelled and thwarted,
by the dungeons and bushes.
I seek the truth,
why does the destiny squirm?

Wailed and sailed,
were the warriors and slayers.
I question the almighty,
why this chaos and storm?

Decked and pecked,
by the bridesmaids and peckers.
I find perplexed
as how the harmony still charms?

Jolted and bruised,
were the meeks and bleaks.
I realised the reason
as she opens the can of worms!


-The can of Worms
#suan

Authors note:
Honestly, as @Author_Aakar suggested me to write something using that idiom. So we generally question situations, be it good or bad. If something goes wrong, we ask why me? If something goes good, we ask why not more? But whatever happens is a cycle and there is a good side and a bad side. For example, my first line tells that you can rebel against the dungeons for its ill fate, but you can be thwarted by nature (bushes) for your ill doings. I have an opposite meaning in each stanza. Warriors wail and sail along their journey to fight as they know the importance of life, whereas slayers wail for mere victory and selfishness. A bride gets decked and pecked by her loved ones, whereas a woodpecker decks to build a shelter. The innocent get easily victimised, but the cowards suffer because they cannot voice up.

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a m o u r

the unconditional flawless feel
that bind two intimate souls
have always at it's best
If you go on counting the levels.
It's always the eternal feel
that spreads the emotion
from one heart to another
by it's broad and enlarged wings
the grand pillar of thee love
starts with the rise of the dawn
and ends with the disappear of moon.

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I wage my heart to speak
I want to speak of you

Maybe with you
Tell you what I haven't tell other ladies

My mind skips, my heart flew
Where am I, this paradise isn't where I want to be

A girl far from my neighbouring country
No even Africa, i profound words within me


Could it be her?
Many unanswered Faq.......

but it's very true,very true
She is beautiful to the core


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BLOODY INSCRIPTIONS

I'll use blood instead of ink to write this letter
maybe that way he'll appreciate it more
I'll use a quill instead of a pen
so that it'd seem more artistic
than it really is 

but before I did this
I had thought about giving my heart to him
but not in the way every body says they would
see I
I would have formed a hole in my chest
ripped my heart out
from behind my ribs
and placed it
on a silver platter

but then he would have raised the plate
examined my heart
and found that
it wasn't pretty enough for his taste
he would have thrown it away
and left me standing
like a hallow case

so then
I had thought about giving him a tool
to dissect my brain
to rummage through my history
and know that
memories of him
are all that fill it
but then he would have thought
that I..was too desprate
he would have laughed at me
and told me
to get a life

therefore I decided
to leave these crazy ideas aside
to leave these unrealistic gestures
and to chose one
i could actually master
 
so then lastly
i decided to learn the best calligraphy
to learn to write beautifully
so he can fall in love with my hand writing
before he falls in love with my words
i will write a glorious rhyme
so that each phrase
fits perfectly after the other
and he
would be under the spell
of my wordsmithery
he would look at me
with admiration
like I am the best writer
that he has ever seen
 
but now
when I look down
at this mess of literature
I realised
I've spent to much time
trying to play out his reactions
to my endless confessions
that I actually stopped writing
in an attempt to tell him
how i felt
but instead
started writing what i thought
he wanted to hear
i stirred
the car in the wrong direction
and I...have crashed

see now
when I look down
I don't see a series
of my heart filled admissions
I see superficial...artificial
meaningless bloody inscriptions

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Embarking the journey of stories

Wishes are crazy at times. Something similar was hers, to fly high by travelling alone. The cab driver was modest and generous in helping with her luggage. As her tiny arms struggled to hold it altogether, those black dowed eyes struck at the golden shimmer. It was 3AM and for the first time, she felt the time not to be odd.

Vast and huge, the golden lit glass building was too high to be covered by her sight. The soothing silence and the calm weather was worth a view.
The cool breeze shoved those little fringes on her moonlit face, but all she could feel was being mesmerized by the airport's view. Awestruck, Kyra thought it was just a means of travel like any other for many. "Why isn't travel recognised as a view of nature and life?" Kyra sweetly mumbled.

She entered the terminal, and walked in excited to see the skies meet the rays of light. As she checked in and moved ahead for security scan, there were people with grumpy and poker faces. Like it is some daily duty they do! "I can't wait to move ahead," Kyra said aloud. The lady next to her sweetly smiled asking if she was going home. "Not at all, I am visiting an unknown place to explore," she whispered with excitement. Kyra felt the lady could have been astonished. She has the knack to understand the facial expressions. Soon, as Kyra entered the lobby after drooling over all the amazing products available to shop. She shrugged thinking this was the time when wanderers like her would feel "Oh! I wish I was rich!". Being a smart woman, Kyra explained her gloomy brains to cheer up with the statistics of how these stores charge over the counter. As she sat down on the sofa, it felt good for her tired system. "Ah, finally my tiny feet can rest." she happily mumbled.

Time ticks but there is lot more to explore, she thought. She grabbed a cup of coffee at the Starbucks, plugged in earphones and turned on the music. As the warm sweet moisture embraced her rose smitted lips, she heard a cute baby crying for a candy. "Cuteness personified," she thought dreamily. Soon, Kyra turned off the music and started wandering in her mind.

How busy peoples lives have turned. Airport is something more than just travelling. Two love birds holding on excited to explore their new adventure or a busy doctor assuring himself that the operation scheduled would be successful. People talk aloud sometimes which makes words travel on its own paving way to your mind area. There were stories around and alive. Stories which are beautiful in its own way. A man next to her was on a video call, assuring that he would be safe. But what caught Kyra her keen attention was an old lady, who was helped to sit down by the airline attender. She had tears. Pain succumbed all over the lady's face, and this pricked her sensitive heart. Soon, she grabbed a water bottle, went over and offered her. The lady smiled gloomily and as she quenched her thirst, she held Kyra's hand. Kyra could sense the trembles and her wrinkled wounded skin explained everything. As the announcement was made and time was up for the flight. Kyra went on to grab her baggage. Before she could lift her head and see, she knew that the charming pilot and air hostesses were walking past. They generally have an alarming odour.

She stood waiting, for her turn to enter the flight. Funny fact was people are obsessed with selfies and here she was, all alone enjoying the view of the vast airplanes and the skies. As she entered the airplane, Kyra cheered herself saying "It's time for some adventure".


#suan

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#Nights.

Tell me a tale
Of how you look
When the doors are closed
And the nights are silent
Anxious for the beauty within
Who lives in fear of violent light
And remains forever hidden

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#whosayegat#whosayegat❤️

As you were always asking me to give up all those memories and start it over again, I decided to show some love for those words and I started it all over again. I started concentrating over the business works, the one I call my passion.

I hope that your mind now is instructing you to show some care and ask him something.

"Ask him how was the business environment ? Did he find some peace ?"

Is that, what it is instructing you to ask?

Yes, Indeed I found peace. An absolute peace. Dead silence.

No one cares no one, but just files and to-do list. They do call but, hung up when their job is done with me. I spent months, amidst those business class people, the restless machineries.

As the people, so should be we. This is why we, the extreme opposites religions are 1200km far away from each other right ?

The same logic, I had to apply here, to tweak myself to be an another machine amongst those business class machines.

The long long texts, I used to send, they turned to be one line. The illogical bla-bla talks, they turned to be the business etiquettes. I had to take up a course on that, with an 'A' grade certificate for the sake of nothing but bragging over the LikedIn.

"Yes. Ok. Okay. Yup. Great. Cool.
Ahh! No ..archive, archived, archive"

These has been my reply protocol for past some months.

"You want respect ?" Yes, I said.
"Then archive", they said, the business class.

Though the emotional and unhealthy me was already against such protocols, had I to say, Ok, Cool, I agree, for everything for the sake of a healthy revenue.

I remembered nothing, but just the to-dos. I was in absolute peace, without an heart but am ever operating brain.

But now, It's after a long while I am experiencing this nostalgia again. The last night trauma, the memories flickering between the darkness and light, the reality shifting poles as if how these writings are shifting now from some senseless blamings, to an art expressing something I am suffering from. I remember the attempts I made to find someone, to express what I am going through, to express something that I wasn't capable of handling alone. Unfortunately, I failed, I had to endup writing to express those over burdened traumatic experiences, something that I wasn't capable of deciphering. Finally it was you, who replied with a message and I me heavily lightened with that one message. I expressed everything, I wept all those trauma, all those writings, and those replies of yours, they were the source of the peace.

I was breaking those reply protocols, those etiquittes of mine when I was replying you with long-long texts as if how a child does. Whenever I was texting you, I was checking the inbox, atleast a dozen times waiting for your reply. Later did I understood, I have ended up in nostalgia, the same place from where I wanted to move on, the place where I felt warm and the place where I felt cold. How could, the words be enough to explain these dual extremities ? I am just stuck here, in this loop, the loop of suffering, the loop of love and eternally do I know that,

"The million times I suffer, the million time I start over, returning with a new mask and the same love, forever"

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The sky is filled with those stars to night
But it is still dark, cause you are not in sight.
All you left me with,
your scent in my heart,
It isnt just me, the sky also hurt.
We call out your name, along with the wolfs.
You were the night's art you got all the tools.
We were one of those happy couple stars,
The moon envy us, so did other stars.
But you dropped to earth, i'm lonley as the moon
Now, the sky and myself, together we gloom.

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More than a few secondsMore than a few seconds

One, two, three,
The eyes, they meet.
Or the words, is it?
Eyes or words,
Meet they did.

One, two, three,
Too many clicks.
Strange, is it?
Strange or not,
Click they did.

One, two, three,
The hearts, do beat.
Brief, is it?
Firm or brief,
Beat they did.

One, two, three,
Poof, it goes.
Hexed, is it?
Hex or not,
Gone it is.

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She asked me,
How much do I love her


I said,
If love was expressed in numbers, most of relationships wouldn't have started.


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c o i n c i d e n c e

while entering the ironic gates
of the royal kolkata palace
as the chief guest on that evening
Mr Roy noticed
the sundhor(beautiful) Bengali girl standing near the gate.
the girl was there to welcome
Mr Roy as instructed by the arranger.
Roy step out from the vintage car
that they sent to the railway station
in the welcoming purpose and
shake his hands with her.
without Roy's knowledge a spark of the sudden love got born on
that fraction of time.

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I know



I know what your response will be ,when I say something to you.

 I know you will refuse in beginning,When I'll talk about feelings,
I know you'll pretend like you don't.

I know you won't let your
 heart to accept,When I will 
say you love me too, as I do.

I know when I will try to hug you. You will push back.

I know after few seconds 
you will accept all.

Coz I know you love me.


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