There is a lot to say,
Today I don't think of that day when you came to a life of a sincere girl,
I kept on passing the beautiful seasons in search of your eyes...
Today I don't fight with my fingers,
I ponder the absence you misplaced by your furies.
I don't wait for you anymore,
As remember that day when you said you have loved me externally, you have loved my wealth not my broken health, you have loved my attitude but not my gratitude...Yes today I am all alone..standing apart...may be if someday I can join the faded depart.

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Silence keeps me
thinking whether my life
is yet to become silent
or not.

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//Feeling of lost in a book//
One day, the so called yellowish pages,
Crinkled with brown ridges,
Became a special treat for my heart.
Gradually, the intricate words;
Turned in nightly pleasures which occurred.
A feeling with too much versatility,
Yay!! Feeling of lost in a book.
The first book that made me burst,
Even, today it had got no rust.
The world of humanities throttles so close than expected;
As my mind stated to love the characters with a nap, perfectly fitted.
I saw a complete me between the fields of mysterious fog-
Where the maidens have few mistakes to dog.
The fits and starts are transparent with lucidity,
Where the nest of tart has suffered a brutality.
The supper and breakfast have merged into one-
The owl eyes of mine got tugged over the run.
These days are too amazing with more indulgence over my friend,
In whom getting a lost,
Is not a mistrust.
This feeling is somewhat similar to that of having our love too near,
Who manoeuvres with no care.
© Anasua Basu

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//My friend, Bliss//
What if I say the earth is not round!!
And, you are to be taken in a granted tactics to evade my soul pricks?
The warm endurances of my life is not going to leave a pearl,
Which will not shine like a snail’s parody?
The breeze of the last long haggled anonymities;
Hushed like the swishing gall near my window-sill.
The piquancy of the pangs are not mangled with my soul,
Don’t ever try to unfurl my factory with foul.
The dexterous pals are

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Comparison is just an excuse, my honey!!!
Since you are sweet as chocolates, never say a thing to my bunny.

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The family was burning like that of coal ion finding Renu with batters conditions and was admitted very soon. The boys were arrested with Tahor, but Renu couldn’t understand the blast and grappled with the police to leave hold off Tahor. After, 20 years, Renu comprehended the bitterest story of her life to me. Now, she quibbled and quivered on the memories and reminisces of that night with her favorite brother, Tahor. She crinkled the memories pronouncing he was not her brother.

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. Tahor came everyday to meet Renu and from feeding to leaving her sleeping; everything was taken care by him. He called her as choti. Renu was too ecstatic whenever she received the shadow of Tahor. Tahor became like a family in no tome and also had access to personal affairs in Renu’s family. One day, the family was out due to marriage programme. But, Renu was irresolute and protested to stay with Tahor the entire day. Little soul was full of vanity and piety with no scars of deceptions. However, the devil didnot came under the limelight. After their departure, Renu kept on toying wither dolls. Suddenly, she felt a touch on her bottom. She saw few more boys standing behind the door with Tahor, smirking with mucky eyes. Renu connived the matter and gazed at Tahor, with tinkling eyes. They locked Renu in a room which had no sockets for light and Renu kept on screeching with muffled tones. Renu was going throudh an opaque mishaps wgere she found herself soluble inside a box of piquancy. All went with no sounds.

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//What if those days remain only a distant memory!!//
Even today, Renu can’t forget those days. Her memories and reminisces are haunting me like a wild fox catching his preys amidst groves filled with certain darkness. That day was the most terrible day in her life. Little Renu was fondling with her cute teddy bear beside her neighbor Tahor, she called her broly. Tahor was a fine man with moustache dangling like the tentacles of a banyan tree on which you can even clung to get a smooth swing. No ever doubted a new neighbor to have melted Renu in few days. Everyone was sure that he was an incarnation of Renu’s brother who has died when he was very small due to a road accident. They were in such reflections as Renu used to love him very much.

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