Oindrila Majumdar   (The Screeching Silence)
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Joined 29 October 2016
8 JUL 2023 AT 18:44

I scrape minutes
Off cracked concrete
And feel time unwind
Beneath my feet

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14 AUG 2022 AT 12:49

There is a language in us,
Long forgotten while we grapple with reality.
But when they love you just,
Enough and more,
You may remember that language.

And oh the bliss!
That for me is the true definition
Of being loved.

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14 AUG 2022 AT 0:26

How wickedly beautiful we are,
We die everyday little
Yet so vividly alive,
Breathing wildly!

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14 AUG 2022 AT 0:24

I am at a constant war
With words, in words,
Always.

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2 APR 2022 AT 17:19

To kiss you
Under the grey sky,
Amidst the velocity of Spring rain;
The soft pitter-patter of the raindrops
With the gentle and chilly breeze,
Oh! Such a force
That takes my breath away.

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2 APR 2022 AT 17:01

Everything you give
To be what they want
Makes you less
Of what you are.

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1 APR 2022 AT 12:53

Sometimes,
Even poets want to raise glasses
To poems, proses and songs,
That they would never write.
Sometimes,
We appreciate the absence of light,
For it reminds of homes
We lost or never had.
Sometimes,
After walking on the untrodden path
for so long
Tire us to take a pause,
That we sit in the middle,
And wonder if we can ever go back.
But we can't,
Atleast, we can raise a toast
That the road now is paved
And filled with feathers
For others to follow
When lost.

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31 MAR 2022 AT 12:34

Some days, like today,
All I want is to be sweeped off my feet,
Not by anyone, but the wind,
From the city smoke
And snarls of horns.
Take the weight of me,
With gusto,
To a far off shoreline,
Or even in a ridge between
Snow cladded mountains,
And let me trace a barefoot reverie
And breathe in the moment,
All against the desires of the milieu.

Oh! All I want is to walk a misty road,
As I see the ocean murmurs slow waves,
While the cerulean sky now turns purple,
And slowly, surrendering to light,
And darkness, on the glass waters.

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30 MAR 2022 AT 14:29

I feel the tremble
Within cracks of years of ruminations
Waiting to ricochets with no definitions,
Like an agonising boom,
Within,
As I try to steady myself,
And sit tenderly,
While the insides crumble
Due to cataclysmic events
Going inside and outside,
Breaking every notion we held,
Good and bad,
And accepting the horrendous scenario
We live in, contemplating options;
Whether to allow myself to be a part
Of the violent upheaval
And feel nothing,
Or engender redemption by igniting
All faiths and beliefs.

I choose the latter.
Even when I know
It's a perilous path
Filled with screams, tears and losses,
But that's the only way
To reawaken the empathetic soul
Therein.

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28 NOV 2021 AT 18:17

I am no architect
Or a visionary designer
To tell you what kind of a home
Do I dream and seek.
But I can tell you
That my dream home
Does feel a lot like
The space between your
Loving arms.

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