Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Poem: Dear Crush!
Dear Crush, You do not know me, But yet unknowingly, You make the fire burn in my heart. An unknown touch leads the butterflies to pave a way in my stomach, Which may be are in the restful state before that gesture. Yes, I never want you to hang out with any other girl, Yes,…
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Poem: Dear Stalker!
Laced with shiny glued syrup to your tongue, You didnot say a word to me. But rolled your tires, As I ran from you, Choked for air. I remember, How you brushed your chest on mine In a crowd, filled with people. And I always thought, I was vulnerable while I was alone. Chuckles. Realizing…
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Travel Stop : Hampi
I am always exhilarated when it comes to going to a place. Who will enjoy while traveling solo? What will you do? How will you manage things alone? These are all the questions which kept on hovering over my head unless I took a leap and set my foot out. Alone.
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Poem: A horrific Dream
The place called home comes regularly in my dreams, How loved it is before, And how terrifying it becomes after. We want to meet them badly And still there we stand hopelessly. While I hold my breath to not let the dream go, I yearn and wish for the catastrophy to stop. I am harshly…
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Poem: Transgender
And then suddenly they resisted taking me to birthday parties. They stopped daring me, Picking me when they could. I stood right there But why god did they not care? Untouchable they made me, Jokes were always pitching on me, Made teams and never invited me. I liked a girl, She too started to hate…
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Poem : Layers
There is a light, Coming from behind. I don’t know, if it is far or near, But believe me, it’s there. When I tell you That you are a small droplet of water in the cloud, And it feels black from all around, Believe me, you will make it to the hill and then the…
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Poem: Happy Tears
If you believe that happy tears are fake, Just wait. And when the time comes, Try to catch those beautifully created moments, Preserved only for you, By god, Which you will get in future. Just don’t forget to drown in those.
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Poem : Wheel
A place appeared in my dreams. Blur views. Crystal clear memories. I do remember faces. Petty fights. Ingenuous laughter. Colorful holi. Happiness of electricity. That place which I left, Now for about 20 years. That destination was my home once. Leftover memories, With more such people. A loop is continuing, still. It is still a…
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Poem : Chalk
Have you ever wondered, How a piece of chalk dies a slow death. While the person unknowingly breaks its head, some pieces of its soul fall down, On ground. Others they live in the form of words. Some play with each other in the cursive written words, And some others are just segregated in the…
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Poem : Bodies
When the night lurks from the corner And I must be fearful of the ghost, I don’t cringe when I am alone Because I have seen many in my daily life, In the real world. I feel relieved. For atleast this night is protecting me. I don’t know why, But I finally feel free. I…
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Poem : Lies
I was always addicted to Utopian lifestyle, Filled with money. Happiness. You. Scrambling routine to jump onto my next thing, I forgot to complete this one. And the last one too. Parents little depressed, Sister little sad. I knew, I was right form outside, From inside I was a web of lies. Playing on edge,…
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Poem: Dimensions
Meet me. Straight then left. There is a tea shop, Numbered 93, on street number 40. You like me. And I like Tea. We will go up To the terrace With the wind, We will sway Together. Then we will order food, From the diagonal food counter. You come back, I will give you a…
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Poem : Dark
Yes, I want to be that beggar who sat with plausible feet under the blanket, Who cries and demands a 10 rupee note instead of 1, Yes, I will act likely so you will care, And I will decoy you if you are not going to stop giving me that poison, That smoke.
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Poem : Talks
When I thought of loving somebody, I meant that I will fill him with all my words And all my emotions Because everything else can be faked.
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Poem : Wall
That dilapidated wall has some unused corners, There are no trace of the chalk marks. Rusted, oxygen and water deprived personified wall Has lost its identity And converted to a charcoal.
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Granny: Oh! She is a Diva
I feel something in my veins, And it is not just blood. It’s is the lava out of my brain, And the pain of my adrenaline Which cries inside deep, And burn me from within. Here I go, With the rain, With the storm. Here I run out of this world Where I do not…
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Poem : Love
And I still wonder how he tucks me in bed When I am at my lowest. He plays ukulele and sing along, To make me sleep. He also tells me the tale of past Of how we have already swum across the giant ocean Of doubts, fury and emotions By taking all along.
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Poem : I am …
Precisely, I am 12 years of copying and styling 7 years of confusion, 4 years of stubbornness and fun, 2 months of settlement in new city, And now 90 days of emotion.
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Supriya Sahu 