Anasuya Bardhan   (Hridmajhhare)
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Joined 28 August 2016
10 SEP AT 21:44

You are last night's memory
washed in gin,
dream that faded in sleep,
and tears that dried inside.

You are the words
I look for under my bed.
An idea that turned pale
in folds of life,
A love, I still romanticize.

I wish I could hold you,
feel your innocence,
kiss you and realise my existence,
I wish I could breathe by your side
watching the starry night
and catch your rhythm,
dance the way you rhyme

You are the conversations
inside my head,
Days I paint about,
Words I feed upon
You are the remains
of every faded nights
The love, undone
The poem I wish, I could write.

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4 SEP AT 22:45

My love! You are the poem, I wish to write
and tomorrow, that never arrives.
You are like the honey glazed donuts,
cardamom crushed in tea,
and zaffran in biryani,
enlivening the monsoon in me
and the autumn, I never had.

I wish I could wrap you in words
with metaphors sprinkled,
rhymes gliding through the edges
and symbolism as fragrant as your presence.

I wish I could describe to you,
the smell of jasmine and daisies,
your smile planted in my heart
and paint you in tangerine and pink
like the sun kissed summer, painted the sky,
as I waited hours, by the shore,
watching you sommersault.

Oh my love! How I wish, I could write you a poem
that's beyond sunsets and wine, but everytime I try,
there's you, there's you, there's you, my love!

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31 AUG AT 2:50

Red brick buildings, clay tiled roofs,
pallid blue doors and windows,
dandelions dancing to the tune
of the breeze, air filled with
the smell of incense sticks and sound of ladles,
hung from steel racks that allures one,
more than sparkling crystals on chandelier.

Here evenings are still greeted
with conversations warmer than
steaming cup of tea and songs
of Kishore Kumar played on carvana.

There's a quaint romance in these buildings.
Even with dripping taps and paint scraping
from the walls, it leaves you soaked
in nostalgic fragrance of daily lives,
a romance that historical lovers
like Shah Jahan missed while immortalising
their love in monuments, we romanticize with.

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26 AUG AT 14:40

You can either put words
or heart to what you write

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22 JUL AT 2:59

My heart is in the shape
of an infinity loop
feeding on rom coms,
poetry and love songs,
oblivious of the blurred lines
that seperates reel from reality.

Yet what a shame it is
to blame the heart
to fall and fail in love,
on repeat

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25 JUN AT 15:37

Sitting in the corner
arms crossed, tight
holding sorrows
closer to chest
The sun casts its light
marking rings of anxiety
all over the body
Towers of thoughts
wind up in silver wrappers
of soul's cravings

There are lives,
beyond our thoughts
across our sights
bound in barbed wires.
Be that as it may
in oblivion we stay
detesting our lives,
stirring our own well of despair.

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23 JUN AT 19:06

Sunlit rooms
crumbled sheets
the world breathes an irony,
there's silence on streets
panic in minds

Here light and shadow
presents a different play
as each day leaves us
with a story to say

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16 JUN AT 0:19

Too many faces, too many voices
buzzing in the air, like mosquitoes
near your ear, hard to catch

Too many faces, all miles away
yet shoulder to shoulder, we appear,
letting tears smear alongwith sweat that flows

Too many faces, too many voices
so we held on to our own music
singing through silences

But did any lend a ear?

Turned into coffins
are now our 4 chamber hearts
as we lay like graveyards

//Welcoming flowers
instead of dreams
to get crushed//

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6 JUN AT 12:54

My days of coining life with words
disappeared like spring swayed by summer
Old papers and dried ink awaits of autumn now.

I stand infront of my window
watching the sky in gridlines.
Measuring area by counting squares
was perhaps a bad idea.
The sky changes colors
from crimson to blue to orange and black
and i await by my window
to find the road that leads to horizon.
My belief loses trail of path
that speaks about a world beyond it
like circles lose trace of their starting point.

I realise boundaries like chasm,
mightier than spaces exists seperating words:
belief hope, need desire, love passion
I hope there exists passion much intense
than love could ever be
a dream bigger than belief could ever grasp
and a life that's beyond counting
days like squares in gridlines

Old papers and dried ink awaits my time
Do you hope autumn to blossom flowers, someday?

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12 MAY AT 19:23

The last few hours
slip by like waves lose
hold of sand, it picked from the shore

I pause and look back to see
a path, painted by memories
with rows of houses lined on both sides
the bends of road, bricks of each wall
are like an old melody playing on carvaan,
telling stories wrapped in time.

Today the sun returns
to the same position
as it was, the time i was born
so like your home, you re visit
I breathe a few seconds in reminiscence
visiting old houses, listening to the playlist
while infront of me, stands a new house,
walls awaiting to be splashed with memories
and a new poem awaiting to be sung

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