For a writer,
Words are enough to express!
For a reader,
Words are enough to feel!

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शक धूल की तरह होता है

ध्यान न देने से यह सतह पर बैठ जाता है

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I bury a lot of things in my heart which then turn into a piece of writing....

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His eyes were fiery red,
He was annoyed,
But he was crying.
An air of chill went down his back,
When he had to lift his gun and hit the terrorist...

It was the day when the courageous Major lost his only son and saved the mother nation...

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Dear Tanu,
I won't say that
I miss you,
Rather I'd say
I miss us.

I won't say that
You forgot me,
Rather I'd say
That maybe I forgot us.

I won't say that
We didn't share much moments,
Rather I'd say whatever we did,
I do feel content.

I won't say that
You never gave much attention,
Rather I'd again say that maybe
I should had mentioned,
How important you were, You're & you'd be in future extension!

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Life is not as easy as they said,
Nor as difficult as it seems...
Everyday, the world will burn you,
Break you down.
But you will rise from the ashes,
Rise, Stand, Walk and Explore..
"The world is enough to know you, you just have to make your name..."

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I peeped out of the window,
And I saw a chunk of puddle,
Seeing that, thoughts in my mind began to muddle,
I Realised!
A deep corner of my heart ached,
And my soul cried..
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
And I felt the pain like never before
Some strings in my memory chain started to connect,
A sweet music was thus played,
Vague glimpses of a child I could see..
The inner me craved to know it's existence,
While somewhere from deep within,
I heard a voice say..
"I was there, I still exist in you...
But amidst this rude and hostile world, you lost me..."
"Though not forever", I sobbed.

That was the day when in the shadow I found you.
That was the day when my Childhood cried...

― Armana Mitra

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Happiness lies in every small thing that brings you near to God...

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"Stay within your boundaries!" They warned..

But little did they know that the sky was her limit and to achieve the universe her goal...

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Climbing the tree house
In our old woody bungalow
after ages, gave me a feeling
that I skipped my childhood.

Photo albums gave good vibes
In that epiphyte grown land
Algae took its prey over the morass.
I wished a pray seeing at the broken stairs,
If my brother was alive I could climb down without any haste.

Rakhis boxed in that tree house,
a place for our mischivenes to prosper
made me shiver out of my veins.

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