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खुद से भी ज्यादा तुझसे प्यार किया, तेरे जाने के बाद भी तेरा इंतजार किया, काश कोई जाकर बता दे मेरे दिल का हाल उन्हें कि उनके छोड़ के जाने के बाद भी हमनें सिर्फ उन्ही को याद किया । ©CREATURE GIRL #❤❤ hamne to sirf tujhse pyar kiya

खुद से भी ज्यादा तुझसे प्यार किया, तेरे जाने के बाद भी तेरा इंतजार किया, काश कोई जाकर बता दे मेरे दिल का हाल उन्हें कि उनके छोड़ के जाने के बाद भी हमनें सिर्फ उन्ही को याद किया । ©CREATURE GIRL #❤❤ hamne to sirf tujhse pyar kiya

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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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You soften your gaze with every glimpse, as if I am your last hope for love. Releasing the toxins, as you soak in my treats, the taste of heart shaped candies. ©indefinite_mirage gaze #sunlight Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

You soften your gaze with every glimpse, as if I am your last hope for love. Releasing the toxins, as you soak in my treats, the taste of heart shaped candies. ©indefinite_mirage gaze #sunlight Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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Sensitive. Is it really good to be sensitive? I don't think so. We should develop a thick skin but should not lose our softness. Like moisturizing ourselves spiritually. ©indefinite_mirage sensitive #snowpark Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

Sensitive. Is it really good to be sensitive? I don't think so. We should develop a thick skin but should not lose our softness. Like moisturizing ourselves spiritually. ©indefinite_mirage sensitive #snowpark Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

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She said that she is collecting dust making a heap of it searching for it in the nook and corners in the caves and in the woods. She is carrying it on her back like a snail carrying its shell like a camel carrying its hump like a bird carrying sticks for its nest. She is making poetry, poetry out of dust. She is collecting dust,she said. ©indefinite_mirage Poetry #hillroad Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि

She said that she is collecting dust making a heap of it searching for it in the nook and corners in the caves and in the woods. She is carrying it on her back like a snail carrying its shell like a camel carrying its hump like a bird carrying sticks for its nest. She is making poetry, poetry out of dust. She is collecting dust,she said. ©indefinite_mirage Poetry #hillroad Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash UnHeardकवि