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White I walked and walked and walked, When I stopped I realized, I had forgotten my destination. ©indefinite_mirage destination #car Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

White I walked and walked and walked, When I stopped I realized, I had forgotten my destination. ©indefinite_mirage destination #car Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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White In the midst of my darkness, I find peace and quiet, With a bit of comfort from, The heart that aches across, Thoughts and sighs. ©indefinite_mirage thoughts #Sad_shayri Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

White In the midst of my darkness, I find peace and quiet, With a bit of comfort from, The heart that aches across, Thoughts and sighs. ©indefinite_mirage thoughts #Sad_shayri Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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White A foreigner and a wanderer, A sanctioner of death. For his breath is that of cold, His mind is that of chaos, His footsteps a trail of fire. Take note, he saw the end before it began. Death note it all down, a beautiful and broken fate, A grim role, of doom and resignation, An inevitable acceptance. ©indefinite_mirage acceptance #alone Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

White A foreigner and a wanderer, A sanctioner of death. For his breath is that of cold, His mind is that of chaos, His footsteps a trail of fire. Take note, he saw the end before it began. Death note it all down, a beautiful and broken fate, A grim role, of doom and resignation, An inevitable acceptance. ©indefinite_mirage acceptance #alone Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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Black Head's up in the clouds, high with fantasy. Voices are echoing out loud in rowdy harmony. Eyes are wide opened, ears intently listen; In awe of the vibrant vivid delusion. White dress swaying, the breeze soothing; Among the daisies and magnolias I see you standing. Next to you they are nothing, the flowers. Over them your exalted presence towers. ©indefinite_mirage magnolia #Thinking Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

Black Head's up in the clouds, high with fantasy. Voices are echoing out loud in rowdy harmony. Eyes are wide opened, ears intently listen; In awe of the vibrant vivid delusion. White dress swaying, the breeze soothing; Among the daisies and magnolias I see you standing. Next to you they are nothing, the flowers. Over them your exalted presence towers. ©indefinite_mirage magnolia #Thinking Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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White Often a torn thread, this poem peeping through the gaps, a bejewelled lace round my neck of voices that buried deep in its skin. Often a torn thread unwoven dreams, treachery to heart's honesty, sometimes a wish that gave up halfway through. ©indefinite_mirage poem #Friendship Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

White Often a torn thread, this poem peeping through the gaps, a bejewelled lace round my neck of voices that buried deep in its skin. Often a torn thread unwoven dreams, treachery to heart's honesty, sometimes a wish that gave up halfway through. ©indefinite_mirage poem #Friendship Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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Men walking on dark street Don't you know, If the sun wishes, it can craft, The crescent fading away, The trees ablaze, Even a dove succumbing to its heat. So, remember, The sun shall shine, forever in our midst. ©indefinite_mirage forever #Emotional Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

Men walking on dark street Don't you know, If the sun wishes, it can craft, The crescent fading away, The trees ablaze, Even a dove succumbing to its heat. So, remember, The sun shall shine, forever in our midst. ©indefinite_mirage forever #Emotional Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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I will have my cake and eat it as well. I am thy selfish collectivist and thy selfless individualist —thy worst enemy and thy best friend. I am god, I am devil — your renegade, your comrade — the embodiment of evil and of good. I am thy future, thy past, thy birth, my death. I am 0, I am 1, your father, your son, my daughter and my mom. Transcend me, I demand, Transcend you, I will. I have never existed, I have always existed — expected but never expected — I am contradiction and its end—I am reflection of thyself. I am your leader, I am your student, your follower and your guide. I fight corruption with corruption, fire with water. Corrupted corruption, I am. ©indefinite_mirage corrupted #aaina Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

I will have my cake and eat it as well. I am thy selfish collectivist and thy selfless individualist —thy worst enemy and thy best friend. I am god, I am devil — your renegade, your comrade — the embodiment of evil and of good. I am thy future, thy past, thy birth, my death. I am 0, I am 1, your father, your son, my daughter and my mom. Transcend me, I demand, Transcend you, I will. I have never existed, I have always existed — expected but never expected — I am contradiction and its end—I am reflection of thyself. I am your leader, I am your student, your follower and your guide. I fight corruption with corruption, fire with water. Corrupted corruption, I am. ©indefinite_mirage corrupted #aaina Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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For as long as I have existed, For as long as I had been feeling, I had wrote them down with pen and paper. I had wrote them down on my computer. Until I bled through my pain, Ripped open my newsprint skin, Drew them out in sketches and doodles, I had never resisted the addiction, The need to explain, The need to be seen, This need to be understood. Exposed my beating heart, Only to watch it wither in my own hand. I'm not who I thought I was, I was never the center of the universe, I was never the queen I was told I was. My paintings never filled with enough colors My voice never loud enough My presence unnoticed. I had been part of the wind for long. How could I have been so wrong? ©indefinite_mirage perspective #bicycleride Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

For as long as I have existed, For as long as I had been feeling, I had wrote them down with pen and paper. I had wrote them down on my computer. Until I bled through my pain, Ripped open my newsprint skin, Drew them out in sketches and doodles, I had never resisted the addiction, The need to explain, The need to be seen, This need to be understood. Exposed my beating heart, Only to watch it wither in my own hand. I'm not who I thought I was, I was never the center of the universe, I was never the queen I was told I was. My paintings never filled with enough colors My voice never loud enough My presence unnoticed. I had been part of the wind for long. How could I have been so wrong? ©indefinite_mirage perspective #bicycleride Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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Grateful the twirl of galaxies don't drown my soul like they used to, For what is constantly chased to the edge of the planet is not for me, Grateful that tornados come and pass by but I remain to still on the sky, For what is hidden is not meant for me to seek with such cry. ©indefinite_mirage twirl #bachpan Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

Grateful the twirl of galaxies don't drown my soul like they used to, For what is constantly chased to the edge of the planet is not for me, Grateful that tornados come and pass by but I remain to still on the sky, For what is hidden is not meant for me to seek with such cry. ©indefinite_mirage twirl #bachpan Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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When a poet dies, With a yearning desire, Burning like hell's fire, To express the waves of thoughts, That can't be fought. ©indefinite_mirage fight #Holi Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

When a poet dies, With a yearning desire, Burning like hell's fire, To express the waves of thoughts, That can't be fought. ©indefinite_mirage fight #Holi Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि