"A cup of Tea Left Untouched"


Amidst the invincible tempest of May
Sun is peeping through the clouds
She is walking to the cafe
Lots of words are dwelling in her heart to say,
On the road reflecting sun beam and ray.
When she reached
He was waiting
With two cups of tea
on table no. 21
He is sipping the tea
Talking with her
At the end
He said
"It Ends"
She left the cafe
Tears in Eyes
A cup remained the same.

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Dip into a book
is not a rocket science
Dip into you is!

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At 11:30 A.M. On 4th April Khushi witnessed unendurable pain but she was on cloud nine.whole ball of wax was going to change in her life at a freak of an incident.She was taken to hospital at 4:30 A.M.
Exactly after 3 hours of starting the pain.A nurse checked her up and declared that the time has come.The nurse called the doctor. khushi was shifted to I.C.U. for the delivery.In the ICU khushi was injected with anesthesia and operated on for the delivery. After 15 minutes the vagitus was heard and everyone seemed glittery on the arrival of the baby. On that day Khushi realized that

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The threshold of my blepharon
Decorated like a Toran
Awaiting a night
With silver rays
To brighten
And
Get a way
To destination ❤️

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ଶେଷ ରାତି ର ଅଧୁରା ସପ୍ନ
କିଛି ଆର୍ଦ୍ର ଅନୁଭୂତି
ଅନ୍ତିମ ମିଳନ ର
କିଛି ଖୁସି,କିଛି ଦୁଃଖ
ଓଠ ରେ ଗୋଟେ ସ୍ମିତହସ
ଏବଂ
ଚକ୍ଷୁ ପଳକ ରେ ଦି ଟୋପା ଲୁହ!!

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An wait,
An untold hidden story,
Gloom of broken,
Glee of fixed,
Fright of loose,
Excitement of gain,
A world of dreams
A tempest of feelings
And yes,
A tideless ocean of tears
That's what
I witness

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ମଧ୍ୟରାତ୍ରି ର ବେଳା ରେ
ନୀରବତା ଯେତେବେଳେ
ପୂନେଇ ରଜନୀ ର
ଜହ୍ନ କୁ
ବିରକ୍ତ କରୁଥାଏ

ସେତେବେଳେ
ଅଗଣା ରେ ବସି ଥିବା
ନୂଆ ବଧୂ ର ମନ
ଅଗଣା ରେ
କେତେ ଯେ ଭାବନା
. ଓ
କେତେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନ
ନାଚୁଥାନ୍ତି
ସତେ ଯେପରି
ନର୍ତ୍ତକୀ
ନୂପୁର ର ତାଳେ ତାଳେ

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Empty mind is said to be a devil's den.
Eyes are the mirror that show the human emotion in the form of tears. The basic unit and the inevitable part of human life is heart.
Although it is filled with innumerable pity and pathos we couldn't show it to anyone.
The "heart" is "the cave of silence" inside the Forest of human physique.

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Shrill wind, coming from
the deciduous shrivelled outskirts
With a memorandum of thirsty neighborhood
On the hottest day of April.

A cascade filled with pristine water,
That is absolutely necessary to lives
Drifting, like The purest Ganga
from The Himalayas.
And
A spotless white swan
Swimming within
Seems like peace to
The invincible war of summer
Singing the song of grief
Of the leafless trees, the dried fractured lands
Yelling the monsoon
Swaggering the hard cry
of mother nature
With wet, shivering throats and tearful eyes...

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Summer tastes sometimes bitter.
sometimes sweet
( Read caption)

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