Shubhranil Chakraborty   (Jacob)
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Joined 23 February 2017
20 MAY 2022 AT 22:40

For eons we shall oscillate in hopes for a chance to meet --
Abstracted and ignorant of being phased out
in small and simple beats.

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27 MAY 2021 AT 1:27

A song of betrayal
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17 MAY 2021 AT 14:32

After a while,
The misery ends
and so does your poetry,
In our story.

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19 APR 2021 AT 0:37

//Oblivion

Who calls out my name?
In the darkest of nights,
A strange stiffness weighs the air.
The world sways in a standstill rhythm,
As I chase the unknown into an oblivion.

Who touches me in a playful way?
After all that is lost,
And everything ceases to be gay.
A shadow wanders around me,
Seducing me in an amusing way.

Who smells of those lovely lavender?
In this fragrance-free sphere,
The hell-hole, which I have been inured to call home.
Who dares to arouse,
The distant memory of my forgotten soul?

While I contemplate about the strangeness surrounding me,
A spine-chilling revelation halts me dead on the tracks.
I stretch out my palm into the blinding nothingness,
To grasp the bitter reality,
Of a wooden casket with my name hanging outside on a glittering plaque.

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9 MAR 2021 AT 0:22

A small part of me,
Loves her in silence.
Maybe, just like a sole leaf,
Which breaks away and touches the ground, silently,
I watch over her with the same intent and serenity.
Just like an old door, oiled to cease the bothersome creaking,
I stand alone, admiring her in tranquility.
The sound of a pin dropped on her posh carpet,
Is how much she tends to hear my heartbeat or for that matter, my heartbreak.

But these words would mean nothing to her,
For she has turned a blind eye, to my existence.
Yet I would love her on and on,
Even when time ceases to exist,
Suffering in silence.

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21 FEB 2021 AT 23:26

A writer traps words in a paper,
In an attempt to preach freedom
To the masses.

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17 JAN 2021 AT 0:07

I think people deal love in different currencies, much like real money and goods.
Someone who sells their goods for dollars won't accept your currency of Rupees. Similarly, somebody who loves in Euros has no value for your Dinar but a person who can accept Bolivares will always have something in return notwithstanding how much little amount you have. That's the beauty of love and currency. Each one is unique and supreme in their respective domains.

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15 JAN 2021 AT 17:02

Answer.
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30 DEC 2020 AT 21:20

The Eyes.

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5 DEC 2020 AT 23:08

"What is the closest star to the Earth?", the teacher asked the 8 year old.
"Proxima Centauri mam.", Julie replied.
"Then why did you write 'my dad'. Do you think the exam is a joke?", the teacher chided.

Apologetically, she bowed, turned and left the staff room without uttering a single word, leaving behind nothing but a single teardrop on the dry floor.

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