•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.

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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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•To the knife with which I killed her yesternight•

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•His diary says he hates me•

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•Of smiling crows and opaque stones•

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When you finally realise that 18th birthday is actually over rated and your opinion still holds zero importance to your parents.

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Sometimes we meet some people online. We don't know how they look, what they live. We don't know about their scars, about their stars. Yet we get close, closer and closest to them. They make us feel like home. They make us a new home. We might have never heard their voices but their messages still keep singing us lullabies of a mother sung to her child on the night before exam, to soothe their tensed souls. They make us feel warm in between the deadly tempest freezing our heart. A motherly warmth protected by strong fatherly hands. Sometimes with a care more than people we know in person. That's home. And from a home born, never fades away love. Yet we say love lies in eyes, love lies in heart. Love lies in us, a feeling of wanting to be loved lies in us. It's just that unlike the magnetic rule, here we embrace the people who desires the same love that we do and they embrace us back. Making a love story- not of Romeo & Juliet, not of any mother and child but of two people. Of two souls unknowingly known. Of two hearts existing on the same pole.

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Second hand moving, minute's waiting.

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