Few feelings are like a gibberish.
No sense but louder more inside.

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"Happy Holi?"

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Getting cold within deprived of your touch.
Raising temperature of my skin.
I guess I'm getting sick.
.
.
I feel 'homesick' for you.

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the cold air hits me hard as if it's trying to remind me of something that I've forgotten a long time ago.
I don't wanna remember it but then, the air caresses the flock of my hairs that sits on the right side of my forehead. This...this ao called 'moment' melts the barrier that my skull provides to keep your memories out of my mind. And then, the same wind travels inside my mind exploring the parts I don't even know the name of. And slowly, it makes my mind numb. So that my heart could get in control of my body, and after that no matter how much I try not to but eventually I do.
No, I don't text, or call her. I just go to that 'trash' folder in my phone and look at those photos which once used to be my phone's wallpapers.

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"You still there!?

I should've told you few things that day.

Things which could've given you a bit more clarity about my thought process.

I hide a lot. I've a clear reason of doing so. As you've once said how horrible I'm at lying. So, if I'll start speaking my heart out about facts there will be no shields and curtains between our heads and hearts. I'm not sure if that's good to do."

(READ IN THE CAPTION)

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Rubbish //-
ink cried and drowned in the vast ocean of anonymity,
not realising that they owe one sin, tempestuous or not let fate decide,
she was cursed yet she revolted,
he was sweating blood to keep their mouths shut,
he was the scar she proudly wore as a birth mark,
she was the dream he dared to get close to,
how far can they go to sleep in the dark alleys of midnight?
destiny Will pay a visit,says the soothsayer...
A little more
A little longer they
wait to see the light of the century

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Nights like these,
I want to talk gibberish,
but I also want
someone to understand
that shit.

Makes sense?

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You are just like the way you speak .

Gibberish.

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মুক্তি/ ঈশান বন্দ্যোপাধ্যায়

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এমন সুখও ভাগ্যে সয়!

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