Honest review of Renderforest
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Living a life of bookmarks and headphones😍
All of this is poetry
unsung yet heard,
heard but unrhymed.
How else can you
explain it?
We hang ourselves
in between the lines,
fearing the oblivion,
trying hard to fit in.
We appear at their epilogues
to silently wait for our crack of dawn.
We write about love and lilac
even though we could find none.
•Debarpita•
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I set him free
Like releasing dandelion seeds
Into the air, only to see him
Dissolve in the purple sky
Look back, I never asked
Look back, he never did
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"Why did she go to heaven, ammi? ", asked Asifa's younger sister.
" Because that's where goddesses live. "
"Was she a goddess then? "
Ammi remained silent,
astonished by the form they
worshipped her.
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We all are like wind chimes.
Capable of creating the best melody ever; yet waiting for a gush of wind.
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It hurts. It rips your heart out. Blows your mind. Wrecks your nerve. Makes you believe that there's nothing left. You tell yourself, time heals everything. But the heart which has been crushed and chopped into several uneven pieces knows that time is just a sugarcoated myth. An excuse. And this time, like every time, time will fail. Then one day, even after countless eternities, when you will linger your fingers upon that ironically mended heart of yours, you will still find scars, rough and ugly, enough to reminisce and relive that pain.
Again.
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"Happy Mother's Day, Dad!", read the cake.
Nothing else could have validated judge's custody decision better, he thought.
•Debarpita•
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No, I don't want any romantic getaways or candy showers. Not even that fuchsia pink dress on the mannequin.
So, dont promise me those. Don't.
Instead, promise me a promise that lasts.
Promise me to love me till I am eighty and laugh while I count my tooth- eight. Promise me a forever, if there's any. Promise me an eternity and bend the universe to get me one. Promise me to sell your soul for a promise you promised.
Promise? Can you?
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