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  • _abhijit_ 1w

    Wild Wild soul

    I am a wild wild soul
    Free as winds are.
    And still as lakes.
    My heart craves silence,
    The kind of silence that,
    Engulfs the very sea.
    The rustling of autumn,
    Soothes my pacing heart.
    And as I look above,
    The vastness of sky melts,
    And falls into my soul.
    As dew on grass.
    My dreamy eyes dreaming,
    With endless dreams.
    The kind that's beyond,
    The worldly affairs.
    My thoughts in cycles,
    Just as the moon's vibe.
    Starry nights still the same,
    And so in it, my delight.
    Life to me, stranger to others.
    The fire in me, waiting,
    For a flicker of lightening,
    And an explosion awaits.
    I am a wild wild soul,
    With none to lead,
    And none to follow.
    But just to flow and flow.

    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 4w

    The Path For You

    There are always signs on your way,
    Be aware with open eyes and ears.
    The signs that hurt your heart,
    As if it's pierced with a dagger,
    Invisible blood oozes out, you feel it.
    Heavy, as if a budern, your core.
    Suddenly the thoughts disappear,
    And faith returns, just like before.
    Your ego is wounded, but you are smiling.
    It's a point, where your direction changed.
    God is making you return back,
    To your own path, through many pushes.
    Yes, it hurts, but you thank God,
    For saving you, and your wounded heart.
    Past lessons reappear, so does the grief.
    But deep down, you know its vital,
    For your growth, to remind you.
    To remind you to let go,
    All those bonds that formed,
    Through illusions, expectations and greed.
    Thank God, for the pain, for the sadness.
    It continues to speak, the voice.
    In your ears, that you are forgiven,
    For your sins, only if you keep walking,
    The path chosen for you.

    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 6w

    If you lock me up, in a room with all my enemies, it's not me who is trapped with them. It's them, who are trapped with me.

    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 6w

    Dear Shweta

    You are not just a person in my life,
    But rather, a concept, an identity.
    With which I grew up,
    And a part of me, is formed from you.
    Just like a mother, you gave birth,
    To my mentality and my identity.
    You are the cause for my rebirth,
    And the nourishment for my growth.
    In my life, you exist beyond just a physical form,
    You exist in things I can't see or touch,
    In things like telepathy and instincts.
    You know dear, introverts are deep,
    And at the deepest core of my introversion,
    Exists you in all your glory.
    My dear, you are a true beauty,
    The beauty that can be felt at heart,
    Such pure are your vibrations,
    That purify my soul each moment.
    Even though physically you are at far end,
    But still you are here, right here.
    I feel you, I sense you, in strange ways,
    As if I am connected to you,
    Through vibrations, as our soul communicates.
    You are not just a person in my life,
    But rather, something I can't explain.
    A force, a truth, that exists.
    Just like how I often try explaining God,
    Through mere words, and I fail.
    May be I love you, may be you are me.
    But these are words, and my dear,
    You are beyond words and meanings.

    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 7w

    The things that haunt you now,
    Will be the things you would be grateful for.
    Someday in the distant future where,
    You would be free, truly free,
    From what's going on with you now.
    That day you won't have to take deep breaths,
    While watching the sun set,
    Or while listening strange birds sing.
    Because that day, you will be at ease,
    With your breath flowing as natural as air;
    Evolving from your deepest core,
    and dissolving in the vastness of purple sky.
    Just as these fading moments of present,
    The purpleness will be engulfed by night.

    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 12w

    The bride

    ~ the Bride - part 3 ~
    For she is considered too naive
    A creature to make choices of her
    After the blunder she allowed
    Agreed to matrimony now is she
    Faking a true smile to her stranger
    Who would soon find out truths
    Of how she lost her lock
    In a match of sports midst her mates
    Since young of her age to know
    And when admired in fourtnight
    Her naturally gifted curves by nature
    Bangles were new to her hence
    And a long way lay ahead
    For the bride in her to melt perfectly
    Into a character so hauntingly warped,
    Within the thick of fancy's reality..
    ~ The end ~
    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 12w

    The bride

    ~ the Bride - part 2 ~
    as she saw blood dripping along
    Her left thigh, right in the mirror
    Down her leg, in a curvy line
    Reaching below her knee, behind
    Tired eyes looked down the image
    It was one of her bloody days
    She took no delight in noticing
    Nor a hint of disgust about it
    But she dared not touch it yet,
    The inbetweens of her wet pant
    Patches and stink all over her
    As a sigh left out of her breath
    Did she tie up her hairs again
    To get a bath soon enough now
    Being able to drag herself a bit
    She tried cleansing her defiled soul
    The earth kept rotating steadily,
    Sun sets down and sun rised up
    Just like the swings in her mood
    But did she dare look yet again
    The reflection on the silver glass
    As a wicked smile spreads her face
    Enlarged are her curves now,
    She cupped them, weighing them
    Then dropped them with a realization
    That how deformed does she now look
    After being held in other gender's arms
    How disproportionate she gotten herself into
    She missed the embrace often,
    But not at the cost of her figure's shape
    The posture that she had, near perfection
    Now reduced into enlarged flesh
    Some in right places, other in odd ones
    Turning aside, she resolved schedule
    To picture perfect her enlarged curves
    The gifts of separation, smiled she
    Need to be polished to cope up with,
    The other proportions of her posture
    Hence, started she her activities
    Of dance, sports and of her race
    In between she had her own rains too,
    But she dare not touch again,
    Into the self forbidden spot of her's
    That holds a risk of increasing,
    Her natural nerves of sensations
    It was a blunder thought she
    Recalling the night of discovery
    Probably a young maiden's curiosity
    What comes may, she changed
    Mentally and physically, both
    Restraining herself from many
    The race seems to be for her
    As admirers all along the way
    She smiled at some, envy none
    And pushed aside many
    Since the day her matrimony
    Came along the waves of time
    Not unwanted, neither desired
    She was now but a bride.
    Carefully chosen stranger,by,
    Her very parents for herself
    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 12w

    The bride

    ~the Bride - part 1~
    It was a rainy night since
    As her memory could recollect
    Months after her first puberty outburst
    That laid she alone beyond notice
    Pushed a tip within the inbetweens
    Strange was the warmth
    That did she feel inner her thighs
    Posture herself she surprised
    As she laid idle heavily still
    Wondering with anxiousness and curiosity
    For life was never the same since
    The rains stopped, but not inside of her
    As she continued along her path
    Of growth and of desires
    Not just of her very own,
    But from the vibes all around
    Looks that she received and enjoyed
    Led her into further discoveries
    Of emotions entangled strangely
    With that of her own rainy days
    That it so happened that she let,
    Her foot into the game of love
    Tender in age and in humor
    Did she greatly enjoyed company
    Of spirits such wild beyond imagine
    Excited did she get often than not
    To be involved in the process of growth
    To be further Examined, her skin,
    Her bones, flesh and the very blood
    Hence, it so occurred that one of the nights
    Brought along with it, events
    Events that would define her
    The very nature and the existence
    Of becoming a moment frozen in time
    Was she filled up, with ecstasy
    All of her within while it rained
    Heavily and aggressively, in rhythm
    From one of her closest mates
    So intimate to shy the very intimacy
    Allowed, she did, smiling..
    As she heard a whisper in ears
    'forever', and she closed her eyes
    Deep in slumber of romance
    Away from the world in general
    Society was nonexistent for her
    And so was her biological barrier
    She bleeded a little that event
    Few drops of love blood to change life
    Limitless was her horizons and she
    Holding hands with 'forever' printed
    With a jerk did she wake up
    From her sweet slumber into time
    A phase even the broken do fear
    The moment of separation was now,
    A reality to be experienced
    And a burden to be carried along
    Dark, and large circles formed
    Around her dry eyes, effaced tears
    Defiled she felt within of her
    As she stroked her messy hairs
    With a torn and unused rubber band
    Not willing still, to tie the wild hairs
    The mirror was mocking her appearances
    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 13w

    MPC

    For me MPC autonomous is the world's greatest college ever. Because it's not just a college for me, it's a phase of life. A phase where I realized my identity. A phase, where I was reborn, forgiven and had a second chance at life. Why is this phase so important for me, is a question that may take me to my past, but this phase in itself may be the sole reason. You know, during this phase, MPC gave me the two most powerful things ever, "time" and "space". It gave me enough time to create whatever I want to, or become what I always meant to become. Next, the "space" which suits introversion the best, an extremely healthy combination for my individual nature. Through these two ingredients, the seed of my identity was nurtured until it was born. You know if you combine such amount of time and space together, it becomes "freedom". That's what Mpc gave me, absolute freedom. Using that freedom, firstly I healed myself, and then went on creating dreams, simultaneously living them all. MPC life have made magic realism a reality in my life. So much have happened in those 3 years, it might take ages for me to describe in its entirety. But briefly stating, I owe all my heart to the phase of MPC. Whatever I am today, is due to the lessons learnt in Mpc, where I will be in future, is because of the realizations that happened in Mpc. To be honest, Magic had started in my life the moment I had entered Mpc, and it's simply continuing to do so till yet. Forever grateful to my beloved college, Mpc autonomous, Baripada ♥️

    - a proud proud Mpcian.
    ©_abhijit_

  • _abhijit_ 13w

    The 'country' is just an idea which I don't believe in. I was born into this world, not to a piece of land. The whole world is mine, as much as I am to this world. And within this world, lies my own world, the bubble I live in. Social and cultural conditioning is only applicable when one identifies with a piece of land, call it an idea and then blindly believe in it. I don't identity myself with anything, but myself, my own individual identity. May be that's why people are so confused where I am from, because my mentality is not a reflection of any culture, or any place.. My mentality is something I have created with my own individuality, after absorbing and creating informations that are in sync with my inherent nature. I got a better understanding of this concept by studying post modernism, thanks to literature, which states reality is not universal but rather unique for each individual. It also states truth is also individualistic and differs for each individual. If we can use this concept properly in our practical life, a whole new world will take birth inside us. And I have made it possible, for myself. And in this world, I belong not to any particular place or a gender or any socially created label, but I belong to everywhere!
    People often tell me to be that, or to be this. Such fools are only victim to social and cultural conditioning, unable to find their individual identity, they take rescue in the identity of the land they think they were born to.
    To such people : look at me, you will see only Abhijit in me, an individual.. And nothing else. You won't see my mentality in resemblance with any of the existing ones. But just me.
    ©_abhijit_