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Me
I know that my time is over
Now I stand between
the zenith and nadir
I do not look back for
what I am now
And I do not look forward
to welcome what I would be
I am totally me...All absorbed.
All that remains....
is noise to me,
that drifts away slowly,
Like the effects of anaesthesia, setting in fullyđPoushali Maitra āĻ āϞāĻŋ
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MEANING
Wanderer,If you ever,knock at my door,While I am busy caressing the
Wild water lilies in my mind
I shall not ask,If you have been deserted by your love,I shall not ask whether,The grief of death broke you to dust.I shall not ask whether you have failed your bread
Or lost your road just for the sake of losing.There shall not be any enquiry of the storm you carry,
I shall just look into the eye of the storm inside you
I shall lend you meaning
For the timebeing,I shall hire you to tend to the water lilies,in my mind
Neither shall I ask you to look forward nor behind.
I shall ask you to lean on to the fragrance
I would ask you to, live the moment.And while you rest on my soulful-porch in a sun-dappled noon,
Iâll wear my old apron,with pastel acrylic paint and hum a tune.
Weâll not speak of time, nor of scars that stay
We shall breathe meaning,
and let sorrow drift
quietly awayđPoushali Maitra( oli)
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ā¤¯ā¤ž ā¤ŽāĨā¤âĻ ā¤ā¤ŧāĨā¤Ļ ⤤ā¤?đPoushali Maitra (oli)
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Trauma Bond or love??
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Some people feel like drugs. Theres an instant high when you meet them.You feel energetic, spirited and elated when they are near whereas low and devastated when they are gone.This is not love but the begining of a toxic dynamic.đPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ
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I choose to go through
the ring of fire and
I assure you to
come out golden
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