मुझसे मोहब्बत करना
तो बेइंतेहा करना।
मुझसे मोहब्बत करना
तो लिपट जाना मुझसे ऐसे
जैसे कोई बेल
किसी पेड़ से लिपटती है,
कुछ ऐसे कि तुम्हें
मुझसे दूर करने का
महज़ प्रयास ही
तुम्हें तुमसे दूर करना हो,
कुछ ऐसे, कि कुछ समय बाद
मुझमें मुझसे ज़्यादा,
तुम रहो।
तुम मेरे दिलो दिमाग पर चढ़ जाना
ऐसे कि मैं खो दूं
ख़ुद को, तुम में,
कुछ ऐसे कि मैं सूख भी जाऊं
तो मुझे सूखने का गम ना हो।
कुछ ऐसे कि मैं हरी रहूं
काली पड़ने के बाद भी।

- सुप्रिया मिश्रा

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A creeper of sweet words.

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// Creeper //

Keep safe distance,
Don't open your door for me,
Think a thousand times,
before you give leniency;
For a creeper like me,
will bud and rise in a blink,
I will grow up your wall and
invade into the creeks,
Bury my roots deep
into your psyche,
Even before you can grasp,
I will bloom prolifically,
When you close
your eyes in hiding,
My blanketed presence
is all you'll see,
My voice is all you will hear,
Your conscience
hushed to sleep,
Pull me out or burn me down,
Yet you will not be rid off
the essence of me.

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surrounded the walls
of her mind like
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Some people are like the creepers.
They need support to grow, and they don't hesitate to take your support.
They grow, they flaunt but then they take you down and stop your proper functioning.

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CREEPER.....!!!!!!! 😡😡😡😡😠😠😠😠😠😡😡😡😠👿👿👿

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it was planted and nurtured
and it did blossom
but was not meant for her garden.
For it turned out to be
a weed that started creeping
forming a wall surrounding
her dreams attempting to kill her.
But she woke up from the darkness that shadowed
freeing herself from the weed's clutches
to see the sunlight
and glow once again.
the weed kept growing in their minds
waiting for another soul.
Will the soul perish or survive
or will the weed suffocate its four walls?
Only Karma will say that.

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Do all your works by yourself,
Always be independent.
Don't be a creeper,
And become in front of others cheaper.

Take the whole responsibility of your life,
Never blame others.
If possible help others,
Make them feel happy.

Love your life,
Life is God's gift.
This is a chance for you,
To live life happily.

Don't search for happiness,
You can't get it from others.
The only individual,
Who can make you happy is

"YOU".

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It's has become a Summer ritual, every summer I bury sprouted beans into earthen pot full of soil in my window grill and nurture it with utmost care.When it rains creeper grows around the grill in a fast pace, shades of green soothes my eyes and refreshes my mood quickly,every morning while sipping tea, I adore each leaf with utmost affection,sometimes I am fortunate enough to see blooming flowers,It makes me feel like I am still worthy to create something precious and beautiful.
Winter arrives and the creeper starts shrinking as there is no more space left in the earthen pot for roots to spread and grow deeper, eventually it withers and I see silently fall of every leaf, sadness lingers on my heart for some days but gradually time fades away shades of green and I paint my mornings sprinkling different colours untill the next summer arrives and triggers those green memories,I bury new seeds with the new hope this time it will grow little more and stay little longer.
I wish with the same ease I could let go the people once I admired,adored, the people who already left and I could greet new people with new hope,like I bury the new seeds knowing already eventually it will disappear.

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