Indrashish Roy   (Zatch)
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Joined 25 November 2019


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Joined 25 November 2019
8 NOV 2022 AT 12:43

•शाओनागगने घोर घनघटा, निशिथयामिनी रे•

A deep overcast covered the night sky,
hiding the moon and the stars behind,
away from my sight-
just like a mother,
hiding her infant from the unholy vision,
behind the pallu of her saree,
over her tired breasts.
Lightning sparkled,
ornamenting the dark cloud
and within a fraction of second it disappeared,
turning the cloud into a widow
sitting in front of the frozen body
of her husband with eyes numbed,
struggling to make the first drop
of her tears,
leading to a complete downpour,
fall.
And as soon as that first drop touched the soil,
a mysterious aroma of a forlorn glee was born.

//Full poem in caption

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9 MAY 2021 AT 16:08

•His diary says he hates me•

//Poem in caption

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25 FEB 2021 AT 15:49



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12 JUN 2021 AT 17:54

Indrashish Roy aka Indra, Indu, Indeck, Ashish, Sonu, Polu, Zatch, passed away on 12th June 2021. Being high, he imagined himself as a real crow and so jumped from the fifth floor to fly. But instead he fell on the ground. Though it hurt a lot but the main reason of his death was the grief of being the only non-flying crow.

(Caption)

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11 JUN 2021 AT 10:36

My alarm clock
rang an eulogy today.
Broken test tubes
made me a bed.
I plucked one
and swallowed.
My neck bled.
Little zombies gathered around,
feeding on my blood.
My bleeding neck
bloomed vanilla essenced death.
My ribs grew a grave
for my heart.
Today I died yesterday's death.

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24 MAY 2021 AT 23:47

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23 MAY 2021 AT 12:02

When yq finally opens after a 100 tries but you click on the back option as soon as it opens and so it closes again.

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21 MAY 2021 AT 12:45

বাবা: আজ Godrej এর শোরুমে যাবো। একটা আলমারি কিনতে হবে।

আমি: কিন্তু বাবা "দামে কম মানে ভালো কাকলী ফার্নিচার"!

কয়েক মুহুর্ত পরে:

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21 MAY 2021 AT 9:10

I'm neither here nor there.
I belong to that broken room
under the staircase.
I'm a metaphor,
a falling metaphor
that failed to make it
to their masterpiece.
I live in a poem
seeking home.
You call me a poet's disgrace.
I wear the disgrace
that you throw at me.
That's the only thing I got
of his,
of her,
of home.
While you spit
at this disgraced metaphor,
I worship it as love.

//Full Poem in Caption

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16 MAY 2021 AT 12:06

When you have no space left in your phone to update yq and so you can't check the statuses being uploaded by the fellow yqians but you keep receiving the notification "abcd uploaded their first status. Check before it ends." for the 100th time since morning.

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