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Sudhansu Senapati

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My opaque World I can see, but nothing visible, All I see, reflection coming back, The world, A solid, opaque one, All I can see is surface and walls, Nothing beyond. Angels took me to the fairy land, All visible, Crystal clear, like glass, All light passes through, Can see through rocks and wood, The land of translucency. Wish my Earth becomes so, Can see through walls of falsehood, Nothing hidden, even thoughts, Soul behind comes to surface, All existence becomes one. - Sudhansu Senapati #translucent #solid #rock #wall #soul #visible

My opaque World I can see, but nothing visible, All I see, reflection coming back, The world, A solid, opaque one, All I can see is surface and walls, Nothing beyond. Angels took me to the fairy land, All visible, Crystal clear, like glass, All light passes through, Can see through rocks and wood, The land of translucency. Wish my Earth becomes so, Can see through walls of falsehood, Nothing hidden, even thoughts, Soul behind comes to surface, All existence becomes one. - Sudhansu Senapati #translucent #solid #rock #wall #soul #visible

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Chasing my own history, Crashing of all the victory, This life is fucking crazy. So can't u tell me, WHY❓ Living is such a mystery. -zindagi why living is a mystery? It would be so easy if things would have clear even transparent or translucent can work but why it is opaque. So p

Chasing my own history, Crashing of all the victory, This life is fucking crazy. So can't u tell me, WHY❓ Living is such a mystery. -zindagi why living is a mystery? It would be so easy if things would have clear even transparent or translucent can work but why it is opaque. So p

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I sparkle with the sunshine Clinging velvet beneath A glass of Water to Thumbelina To flower fairies I'm shower of rain Oh I sleep on flowerbeds On thorns and leaves, the same I settle on the tiny wings Translucent delicate webs I swing along the green blades A sprinkle of mirth on pain Oh I'm just a dew drop With rainbow I fly to visit again! I sparkle with the sunshine Clinging velvet beneath A glass of Water to Thumbelina To flower fairies I'm shower of rain Oh I sleep on flow

I sparkle with the sunshine Clinging velvet beneath A glass of Water to Thumbelina To flower fairies I'm shower of rain Oh I sleep on flowerbeds On thorns and leaves, the same I settle on the tiny wings Translucent delicate webs I swing along the green blades A sprinkle of mirth on pain Oh I'm just a dew drop With rainbow I fly to visit again! I sparkle with the sunshine Clinging velvet beneath A glass of Water to Thumbelina To flower fairies I'm shower of rain Oh I sleep on flow

Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola

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HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The buzzing of its unnatural, translucent wings producing a trepidation deep inside my core, making my feeble frame shudder with angst. In lieu, if I engage with it, I know forsooth, it will sting me and make me virulent. The stinger that was remained inhumed, bleeding its poison, oozing its pleasure, tardily, in my stream and my soul, still penetrated, in my flesh somewhere, paralyzing my frail body and, arresting my wee thoughts, with the soft warmth of the sweet torpor while the foreboding of the impending doom lies in wait. ©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola #kitaabein HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The

HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The buzzing of its unnatural, translucent wings producing a trepidation deep inside my core, making my feeble frame shudder with angst. In lieu, if I engage with it, I know forsooth, it will sting me and make me virulent. The stinger that was remained inhumed, bleeding its poison, oozing its pleasure, tardily, in my stream and my soul, still penetrated, in my flesh somewhere, paralyzing my frail body and, arresting my wee thoughts, with the soft warmth of the sweet torpor while the foreboding of the impending doom lies in wait. ©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola #kitaabein HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The

Rumu Banerjee

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The weather was wet. Soft music grooved all around, Nothing else could be heard except that sound! (Full piece in caption) The day we met, The weather was wet. Soft music grooved all around, Nothing else could be heard except that sound! We were strangers, not e

The weather was wet. Soft music grooved all around, Nothing else could be heard except that sound! (Full piece in caption) The day we met, The weather was wet. Soft music grooved all around, Nothing else could be heard except that sound! We were strangers, not e

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my sister had her heart broken today~— % & My sister had her heart broken, today but that's no big deal. She goes about her day as busy as a bee on a summer day,

my sister had her heart broken today~— % & My sister had her heart broken, today but that's no big deal. She goes about her day as busy as a bee on a summer day,

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I think grey. ( caption) When I think of my hometown, I think of rusty winds swelled by sugarcane juice swirling around me. Figures with a pair of muddy limbs cr

I think grey. ( caption) When I think of my hometown, I think of rusty winds swelled by sugarcane juice swirling around me. Figures with a pair of muddy limbs cr

Sanjana Kumar

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I will turn you down, yes. I will. //caption// I will turn you down, yes. I will turn you down if you want to colour the edges of this page, that I read my sermons out from, with the col

I will turn you down, yes. I will. //caption// I will turn you down, yes. I will turn you down if you want to colour the edges of this page, that I read my sermons out from, with the col

Sanjana Kumar

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Here, open out your palms for me this once, please. Bury these sweet sugar lumps by the creeper right next to the bigger tree with its thicker trunk and waterproof leaves. Maybe, they'll grow to yellow rose shrubs. //caption// I'll remember you,Rose -Sanjana Kumar What words can I muster now that the tray that held every glass piece, a part each belonging to th

Here, open out your palms for me this once, please. Bury these sweet sugar lumps by the creeper right next to the bigger tree with its thicker trunk and waterproof leaves. Maybe, they'll grow to yellow rose shrubs. //caption// I'll remember you,Rose -Sanjana Kumar What words can I muster now that the tray that held every glass piece, a part each belonging to th