Sometimes,
Your world must crumble
and you must shatter to
fathom your capabilities.
Sometimes,
you just require more than emotions.
Cause sometimes,
You just need you and no one else
to perish and bloom into a pheonix.
Just a reminder,
You are never meant to be enough,
but beyond.

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I met Chaos after years
Camouflaged as Inner Peace
Standing beside my Deomons, who
Earlier pretended to be my fairies.
I asked "Why?"
To which a laughter came
With utmost mockery in voice,
Stating,
"Because, my Darling,
You are the easiest prey. "

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Sometimes it's the silence which is more important than the certainty.
Though, that silence may or may not guide towards the certainty but very convincingly is the only way out. It may not pave the way for security but it prevents the unnecessary, avoidable mishaps.

Silence doesn't always mean incapacity or callousness but is the only alternate and best answer to the question/event.
At times, silence is power. At times, silence is a choice. But most of the time, it is the only appropriate answer to all the queries, contrasts and dilemmas.

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ଦିନ ତମାମର ଗଧ ଖଟଣି ଆଉ
ସାଂସାରିକ ଜଞ୍ଜାଳରୁ ନିବୃତ୍ତି ଚାହୁଁଥିବା
ସେ ଦରମରା ମଣିଷଟା
ନିଶାର୍ଦ୍ଧର ନିର୍ଜନ ବେଳାରେ
କଣ କଲମ ଧରେ ଖାଲି
ରାତି ପରବର୍ତ୍ତୀ ସକାଳ ପାଇଁ?
ବୋଧ ହୁଏ ହେଇପାରେ,
କିଂଚିତ ଅବକାଶରେ ଅନାବନା ଲେଖି
ନିଜକୁ ଶବ୍ଦରେ ସାଇତି ରଖିବାର ଅଭିପ୍ରାୟରେ
ସେ ତା' ଭାବନାକୁ, ସ୍ବପ୍ନକୁ, ଈପ୍ସା ଆଉ କଳ୍ପନାକୁ
ଶବ୍ଦଜାଲରେ ନିରିଖେଇକି ବାନ୍ଧି ଚାଲେ l

ହେଲେ, ରାତି ପାହିଲେ ତ କବିତା ସରେନି,
ସେ ପୁଣି ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ ତା' କବିକୁ
ପରବର୍ତ୍ତୀ ରାତିକୁ,
ରୂପାନ୍ତରିତ ହେବାକୁ,
ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ହେବାକୁ, କ୍ଷୁର୍ଣ୍ଣ ହେବାକୁ ଏବଂ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ହେବାକୁ l

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When love touches
Like the drops of rain
It leaves me with your smell
Nothing less like the petrichor
Monsoon leaves my heart with
Every new season

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When love touches
like the morning light
brightening the insights
and changing the perspectives
you begin to long for intimacy
with hope, prayers and expections
for the person you admire.

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When the green compensates for height
Nature converts to luxury
The inhabitants treated as creatures
rather than the beautiful innocent entities
Will you find peace in that growth?
When the chirps go silent
When the peacoks no longer dance
When the deers are distanced or dead
When the nature steps away,
Will you be safe in those high towers?
I remember what that campus meant
when night crawled like a beautiful lady
with comfort, beauty and connection
Of the ethos with the soul
When mornings were filled with muse and music
And afternoons shined through the scattered leaves
That pleasant walk with the Supreme
Will the projects replace these fine?
"But you no longer belong there no?
It's just an alma mater and how does it matter?"
Ohh, it does not, physically
But the bond we share, the moments we had
Are yet to give up on.
We learnt from the ancient,
We wish to transfer it to future
Yes, we do agree Development is the need of the hour
But will your adventures educate the next generations?

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When love touches,
like the ocean waves,
heart begins to chant poetry
it never ever read or heard.
All words seem imperfect
just to hold that person in verse.

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When love touches,
even when unwanted,
it runs like a Monsoon river
flooding your veins and thoughts,
letting you breathe and flow
along the undefined glow.

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When love touches,
even the slightest,
like the summer breeze,
emotions bloom into April
letting all Spring it contains
somewhere deep within.

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