Black Pearl   (Sonali Ghosh)
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Joined 10 July 2017


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Joined 10 July 2017
19 APR AT 17:32

Problem mujhme nahi
Meri pasand me hai.

Jise bhi main pasand karne lagti hoon
usme koi na koi khot nikal jata hai.

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17 APR AT 11:15

If dropping the veil
were an option
I would cast-off society's
wet blanket and show
how wild bareness
can be.

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16 APR AT 15:16

When I insist
on your inputs,

It means
I'm preparing
for the future.

Future that I won't
be a part of.

I post, I write, I share
because I care.

So tell me your thoughts
Am I worth your time or not?

You may not see me today
but you will look for me tomorrow
when I am not around.

Consider this as my gift to humanity
After I die, I still want to be found.

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16 APR AT 2:09

Bad daughter

She raised her voice
too late
to protect
the sanity of the house walls.
As the whistle blew she was
too busy
to decide
whether to boil the beans for
the inflamed bellies or not.
What was discreet
a wire made of bitterness
she couldn't cut
unlike an embilical cord.
A bad daughter?
If only she knew how to be one.

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12 APR AT 0:11

Imagine two people are painting a
house and neither is going to live there.
One is a painter and the other is master.
The master wants the painter to paint
the house in a certain way but the
painter can't even decide the brushes
he is going to stroke on the wall, let alone
the paint.

Now imagine and tell me what the
house looks like after painting that
neither is going to live in?

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10 APR AT 1:02

Hey,
I hope you know.
I am leaving traces.
I left enough.
Not to conquer
but to confess.
You're special.
Why? No idea.
How? Through Shakespeare.
In your sheer poetry.
I hope you know.

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6 APR AT 4:20

Don't let me come near you
You are in my mind till I don't
read your mind.

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6 APR AT 4:16

Only human beings can
understand menance
of other worlds that
yet to rest upon us

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6 APR AT 4:10

जो गज़लें लिखा करते हैं।
उनके टूटे घर भी मशहूर हो जाया करते है।

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4 APR AT 21:06

Indeed.
For an artist
his first love is ART. Always!
And here I'm craving for his unweaved
words he is keeping hidden beneath
the silk sheet of his bed.
There he makes love before sunrise.
Each morning.
Here I am moaning his absence.
Each moment.
If he comes,
He better come with finésse.

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