On her birthday,
A 5kg blueberry cheesecake was cut and
distributed.
The games ,the laughter,the food ,the chatter,
Gradually diminished as the night got darker .
The mother enquired if anyone wanted to eat the remaining cake ,
She explained how she loved the aroma,the Design and the taste of the cake so much.
Everyone raised hands as to everyone wanted one.
Remaining pieces were 4 ,but people in their family were 5.
Abruptly the mother whispered that,
She doesn't like cakes ,
Distributing the remaining among the rest, she left.

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Deep as ocean ,
Mesmerizing as the moon,
Your eye's captivation power,
Is way more than any hypnotherapy.

Smile curve of your lips denotes the joy from within.

Oh a glance of it,touches the soul,
runs in the mind,
stays inside &
keeps multiplying.

Unaware of it all,you stop ,stare &
smile yet another time.

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'Beg borrow Steal ' they said.

A karma believer's answer became a little descriptive.

Borrow a Used entity?
Beg for a lier?
Steal an already stolen human?
A cheater cheats till grave,
A lier can lie death.
Do not fall into trap.
Remember the one who cheated you for them,
Will also cheat that other for Another .
Life is beautiful for the brave hearts ,
& miserable for the weak .

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Tantrums , you throw
For me to notice,
And shy away ,
Once I do.

Is it the love,
That seeks some pamper?
Cause my heart,
Wants a valentines hamper.

Not expressing,what's in your heart ,
As You want me to propose to you.
But This unexpressed Love,
Excites me more.

Coming forward you ask,
"Will you be mine, forever?"
My answer,as today,and will always be,
"Till the last warm breath i take,I will remember you,and be with you"

Happy propose day 💕

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The Scent ,
that you have acquired from the roses.
Varities of colour,
That you have borrowed from them,
Also,The attractiveness,
Which,u have stolen.
Makes you look more like a Rose,
than the Rose itself.
I give A rose ,
To the one, I have chose.

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Dirty ,top to bottom,
Lying in the corner,
Of the street.
Dusting it on the walls,
I turn the pages
To see nothing,
But the blank pages.

Keeping it on the window sill,
I forget it for days.
But when I write,
I love him,
His calls I get.
When I write ,
I need money.
Dad sends me exactly the same.

Is this Diary, secretly turning my
Thoughts into reality?
Tricking it ,this time
I pen down ,all that I need.
Starting from makeup ,
Ending at an Island.
Later in the evening,
The breeze , steals my heart.
Lost in thoughts,
I fail to bring it back.
Rain pours down,
washes it away.


(Sampada Nanda )

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I woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by people in beds who looked exactly like me. I tried to get up but, discovered ,

All the pale faces,
Had chapped lips,
And pink eyes,as mine.

Lifting my body , half up,
A clearer view ,I get.
It's me,in hundreds of mirrors.

Mirrors ,here and there
Sound proof curtains and doors,
In a dark room,
With a single light.

I hear them say,"schizophrenia".

Am I trapped!?
Were those medicines for schizophrenia?
Or was it for insomnia?

Am I mad?

Too many questions popped up,
But no one to answer.

That's when suzzi walked in,
We talk alot,
She looks exactly like I do.

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"Creak",the old door opens ,and shuts,
"Hey roomie,I am home",a distant voice shouts.
"I don't have a roommate,
Who must that be?"
I ponder.

Cooking utensils,drop.
My body Numbs,
Lips blabber, silently.
Eyes dance in anxiety.

Out of fear, motionless,
Neither left nor right,
At one position,I stand.


In a slurred speech,
Finally gathering some strength,I ask,
"Who are you?
I don't have a roommate!"


"The voice",It says.

Turning around,
Running to and fro,
Seeking for who it was.
I , stumble,upon the sofa,
And fall.

My eyes open to see a New Day.
Whispering to myself,in the head,
'maybe ,it was a dream'
I ,let go of the thought.

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Stories remained,
Incomplete.
Pain , unexplained.

Life a war.
Living being a struggle.

Unstoppable tears,
After a huge laughter.

Uncontrolled Sentiments,for a ,
Gone soul.

Unsaid words,
Unhurd , tales.

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