June passed away like a soft summer dream, fading gently into the warm embrace of July.

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-:Fading Name:-

Would you like to fire the gun?
Or want me to start the run?
Will you stand and face the sun?
Or hide away til the fight is done?
Will this end with you be gone?
and I'll be hopefull and all alone?
Will your shadow fade with the dawn?
Or haunt the path that I walk on?
Will my arms ever feel the rest?
without you on them as guest?
Will my heart beat without protest,
Or break inside my quiet chest?

Will there be light?
After this vast emptiness.
That I have been feeling?
Or is it just another inception,
Of lies filled with my likeness,
That I myself have been stitching?
Am I the thread in my own disguise,
Weaving truth beneath the cries?
Or just a ghost of who I’ve been,
Trapped in tales I tell within?

Who am I but a story?
Of the naked king with glory?
Having sins devoid of purgatory,
A life mapped out to hell's territory.
Who am I but a faded name,
Etched in silence, burned by blame?
A crown of thorns my only prize,
Beneath the mask, a thousand lies.
Each breath a verse I can’t erase,
A mirror cracked, a haunted face.
Chasing echoes in the night,
Calling shadows into light.

- Aftabul Haque & Deep Kumar Dey.

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ˢᴼᴹᴱᵀᴵᴹᴱˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿˢᵀ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ ᶜᴬᴺ ᴮᴱ ᴵˢ ᴵᴺ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ

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my mind's stuck between
reality and dream
and you are the bridge
between them.

you pull me into the
chaos you love
my heart's racing
my brain's mess
the world around us
fading...

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Nostalgia engulfs
scent of a faded rose,
those veins of delight
still line it's body,
some grains of laughter
still cling to its edges....
holding those moans that passion once bore...
A time capsule,
a flood of memories.
It once had breathed colour
Now there is only dust



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ख़्वाबिदा थे जज़्बात आंख भी नम सी रही
उसका आना उसका जाना कहीं खो सा गया

- दीक्षा

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November went like a whisper,
Fading into the winter's embrace.

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Stepping towards the end of my existence.

Ah! This journey is beautifully captivating me on the road to memorial garden.

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Unwritten thought.

I read somewhere
to try writing getting drunk;
And pour out everything I were afraid to say sober.

Suddenly
thoughts bellowed loudly;
echoing in shouts and yells at the dead me.
Where the lines dissolve,
amidst this moments of blurred clarity;
I find myself entangled between reality and dream.
Where they voice in whispers,
reminding me that my fears and desires
are nothing but shadows of my own making.
That I am the both sculptor and stone,
chipping away at my own illusions;
revealing a self, I scarcely recognize.

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Fading Beauty
Within the garden's lively beauty,
She strolls slowly, a sight of diminishing speed.
Blooming petals are colorful and vibrant.
Yet, the sparkle in her eyes has faded, replaced
by a somber, muted gaze.
Roses thrive, abundant and beautiful,
Her beauty wanes, beyond the mending
touch of time.
Sturdy stems rise tall and true,
brimming with the promise of fresh beginnings.
She feels her spirit fading in the color
of sorrow.
In nature's splendor, she dances as a
wayward breeze, a disruption to its
tranquil grace.
A brief dream, vanished in the sunshine.
Within the lush cradle of the garden's arms,
She glimpses a reflection of her leisurely pace.

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