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Bharath Nandibhatla

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Pillows, all fluffy and spongy. To absorb all those tears we shed every night, after living a nightmare. She shed tears today too, those that drip down her cheeks after living a sweet dream, inside out. And her pillow, glistened, with her tears on it, like pearls. Tears from a corner of her eyes, love from the core of her soul, a strand of hair over her moist cheeks that she brushed away with tender fingers, half of her face buried into her fluffy pillow as she talked to me, sleeping on her bed, sideways. There, in that moment, Carpe Diem. She seized the moment. Time ceased. I write poetry all night. And she was poetry today. The happy tears, her ink. The pillow, her quill. Me, her muse. And now, I write poetry about a breathing poem. Amused over a musing half buried in a pillow. Half buried in a pillow. Half buried in love.

Pillows, all fluffy and spongy. To absorb all those tears we shed every night, after living a nightmare. She shed tears today too, those that drip down her cheeks after living a sweet dream, inside out. And her pillow, glistened, with her tears on it, like pearls. Tears from a corner of her eyes, love from the core of her soul, a strand of hair over her moist cheeks that she brushed away with tender fingers, half of her face buried into her fluffy pillow as she talked to me, sleeping on her bed, sideways. There, in that moment, Carpe Diem. She seized the moment. Time ceased. I write poetry all night. And she was poetry today. The happy tears, her ink. The pillow, her quill. Me, her muse. And now, I write poetry about a breathing poem. Amused over a musing half buried in a pillow. Half buried in a pillow. Half buried in love.

Sudipta Barua

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...still that gentle smile.Sitting here now on my hill , I don't understand why I just walked out. I had no excuse for letting her go with this sin. It was not my decision to make . Yet... I can't remember what I am killing for and what I am living for... half life ... half stories...

...still that gentle smile.Sitting here now on my hill , I don't understand why I just walked out. I had no excuse for letting her go with this sin. It was not my decision to make . Yet... I can't remember what I am killing for and what I am living for... half life ... half stories...

Naveen Sharma

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//Half of a flowy tale// Half of a flowy tale __________________ His half strumming made her fall for him, Why half? She had a half ring from her house Why half? To

//Half of a flowy tale// Half of a flowy tale __________________ His half strumming made her fall for him, Why half? She had a half ring from her house Why half? To