Bidisha Buragohain   (✍️Bidisha Buragohain)
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Joined 7 March 2020


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Joined 7 March 2020
12 JUL 2022 AT 16:04

I wonder the whereabouts
Of the celestial beings;
I wonder about the celestial affairs,
As they amaze me to the height
Where I find my heart overwhelmed
With undefinable celestial happiness.

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24 JUN 2022 AT 17:19

An odour took me home today.
My eyes couldn't find the house, but rolling pearls,
As I spent a brief moment at home,
A random moment, spent in any bygone day.

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6 APR 2022 AT 10:46

It's difficult to deal with impolite, I'll mannered people.
You neither want to stoop nor see any point of being nice to them.

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26 FEB 2022 AT 14:24

The world is round.
One day you might need help from the one you once threw your harsh words on or treated bad.

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11 FEB 2022 AT 9:06

Had our eyes been cameras,
We would have focused more on capturing memories for future rather than beholding and celebrating in the present.

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4 FEB 2022 AT 11:50

Be Zealous, not Jealous.

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1 FEB 2022 AT 14:03

The poetic night

While my favourite stars set down,
The bright moon lightens
Two insomniac friends;
One boozes happiness,
The other snoozes the time.
Here, the moonlit sky
Composes a poem,
Speechless, silent;
The two talky Bees underneath
Converse endlessly though!
As the night prepares to meet the morrow,
The East sky blushes a little,
The bees clasp the poem in snaps,
And, in the final couplet they rhyme:
"Adieu friend, see you again".

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1 FEB 2022 AT 13:57

As a tune's played
Music is in the air,
As they reach hearts
Love is in the air,
Music is love,
Love is music.

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22 JAN 2022 AT 17:18

Heart is heard
When it's from the core,
Yes, I know.
What is the distance
To which a heart is heard?
If I wish and entreat the stars,
Will my heart be heard?
I wonder,
As stars don't have a heart..

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21 JAN 2022 AT 19:59

The poetic night

While my favourite stars set down,
The bright moon lightens
Two insomniac friends;
One boozes happiness,
The other snoozes the time.
Here, the moonlit sky
Composes a poem,
Speechless, silent;
The two talky Bees underneath
Converse endlessly though!
As the night prepares to meet the morrow,
The East sky blushes a little,
The bees clasp the poem in snaps,
And, in the final couplet they rhyme:
"Adieu friend, see you again".

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