Category: night
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Dimensional Paradox
5 stars on my wrist, Aligned in a line, Shines and speaks out loud, Reminding me of the galaxy lying on the pin’s point. Smaller enough that after losing a person, We soon meet him in the 4th dimension called time, Maybe in future or in past. These stars, They fade and vanish, But soon…
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Just Be!
Tuck your insecurities under the bedsheet And lie on them naked, This is nothing but a reminder, That you are superior than anything. If you are feeling demotivated or sad, Just drink an ounce of that nectar Which you consider holy. Pretend who you want to be And let pressure drain your worries away. I…
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Scars
I have some scars left in open to survive Like an abandoned ship in the sea. I have a fear inside me Which pisses me off every goddamn time I think about it. No, I have not done any wrong, The circumstances were just adverse, And I was too lazy to think That I was…
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Morning Bird!
I am grateful to the Mornings Which take me out And push me harder from my deep slumbers. As I go out and touch the soft air, My heart bursts into happiness bare. As I step out and feel the rhythms, I feel thankful for being so adamant, For getting up without weigh For continuous…
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Poem: Dear Girls!
Welcome to my party, We can collaborate. There is your booze and there, the cigars. In my kitchen, there is some homecooked food too. Groove! Groove! Groove! You are allowed. Talk! Talk! Talk! It is all fine. Advices will be served, if you want. Think this home as a book in your hand. I want…
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Dear Bully!
I see friends going to parties without me. An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me. Subjects being – The art of being nice And the techniques to attract friends. I open my tiffin box to see, That my mom forgot to pack me, friends. I see some girls laughing over there. Some boys standing…
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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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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…
Supriya Sahu 