mrigashree_b

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• mrigashree_b 2w

  To all my friends from India and abroad, wish you and your family a very happy Bhogali Bihu - a celebration of bountiful nature and abundance.
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• mrigashree_b 4w

  To the year awaited by all
  Ending the miseries mostly suffered in common.
  Wrapping up our remaining dreams
  In the sunflower decorated potlis,
  We set our route with trails of prolongation.
  The young night marks the arrival
  The bright sun sets the ground
  May our feet land in alignment
  With our wounds healed with some
  magical wand.
  
  
  
  
  ©mrigashree_b

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• mrigashree_b 4w

  Why do we complicate life with a purpose?
  Isn't it supposed to be just a conscious form of energy in the human body to live?
  The man made configured purposes have trapped individuals in a net of confusions challenging to live and conclusions limit their minds while living.
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• mrigashree_b 5w

  I want to dance with you in the cassette of old love songs; in the rhythm of grace with our feet aligned with the music and our breath. The night is young, the stars are bright and sky is nostalgic; reminding the trails of my tears. You are a stain of beauty in the whitewashed cells of my prison, a spiral of secrecy uncoiling without gravity. Your warm hands on my hips feel like the warmth of the winter bonfire, our fingers tangled in love in Rumba and you; the young man in the tuxedo like a Latin American of Roman times. And if you and I are a dream, I wish even in the ten thousand hours I shall not open my eyes.
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• mrigashree_b 5w

  The experience of life is a mind set of ours. And the human mind is the most complex chemical factory. The body isn't a small prison nor the mind is subtle. We are the creation of the creator and the creator of the creations. We discovered light and we are light after our demise. We are the organism with the highest of all emotions.
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• mrigashree_b 5w

  The light in me is flickering.
  I am afraid Darkness won't surround.
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• mrigashree_b 10w

  My Sunflower's Birthday
  
  There you go to spend another new year; a new age; a new phase of life and a set of opportunities. New to the friendship zone and bad at expressing, yet my heart pours it's potion of love and love and love to you and for you. Back to the lines, wish you a very happy birthday dear. Back to the current time, I am sorry for being late. But to the moon and back my small heart's love stretches to you and shall remain till last. To the years to come, I know you will be a person with strong personality and would be immensely happy to witness the day when together we will gain power, peace and fame
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• mrigashree_b 13w

  And every beautiful thing eventually gets ruined
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• mrigashree_b 14w

  You are the most beautiful person i have ever seen.
  The depth of your voice, the eyes that stare at a fixed point, the innocency you carry; flashes in front of me. Your pain hits me, your ignorance bothers me, your smile curses my mortality and even your lies seem sweet in the cup of bitter tea. I don't know if I will ever be able to pick myself up from the bin of the memories spent staring at you with my inner voice crying to hold your hand; tigthening the grip of the bond and loosening over the teared skin on your palm and say that I will always support you. Even after knowing the secrets you have been hiding. Because, you are beautiful. And I love being with beautiful people.
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• mrigashree_b 15w

  I will remember that day when your face shone like a morning star at the hills surrounded with nature's love. You are an illustration of pin point serenity, where patience and silence prongs with grace, whose smiles spreads the utmost happiness, whose nature is blessed by the lords and his angels. I will remember the day I extended my Kleenex to you, when I took the chance of pouring water for you, when I sat infront of you, stealing glances when you were driving through.
  Shuttling my eyes like the lenses of a Polaroid camera, the photographs slipped out in words with hues, resonating the memories of that day I made through.
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• ikshitij 4w

  [Domestic Violence]
  Picture courtesy: Pinterest
  
  They won't believe it.No, they won't. Maybe they won't even listen to me. But why should I be surprised? Who would believe such a story? None, I think. And, even if they will believe it, who would help me? Again, no one.
  
  Nobody wants to listen to me, nobody wants to listen to me. They all look at me with conspicuous arrogance and with a modicum of surprise. As if it were so strange for a man to suffer violence. As if it were so strange to see a man asking for help.They won't believe me, period.
  
  No, and maybe they'll laugh at me too. Because after all, a man who cries, who begs for mercy, makes you laugh, right? Maybe he even turns up his nose. Why should I be the strong one, the massive one who represses tears and mistreats women and children. Yet it did not go that way. In no way. It has always been her.
  
  She with her insults about me, about my character, about my physique. She with the constant attacks for the weight, with the humiliations in front of relatives and friends. Always her, always and only her. But no, they won't believe me. I don't even need to go into the police station. I hear their laughter already from there. I feel the satisfied look of the judge who, after not believing me, points to me as a liar and violent, before entrusting my children to her.
  
  I hear jokes from my colleagues in the distance saying I should be ashamed. Yes, because being a man I would have had to enforce myself, I would have had to impose myself. Their future laughter almost hurts more than the crying I try to hold back. No, they won't believe me.
  
  Yet it is all true. The scars are real, even if they are not seen. The suffering is true, the agony, the pain is true, even if no one will believe me. They wouldn't have done it if I had had scars, let alone without. I have no marks on my skin, I have no bruises on my face, I have no wounds on my arms. No, the only wounds I bear will remain forever only inside me, inside my heart, around my soul.
  
  Because my scars are not seen. Nobody will ever see them. Me neither. Nobody will touch them. Nobody will heal them. I will never be able to show them, Never. Yet, even if they are not seen, they still burn.

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  Because my scars are not seen.
  Nobody will ever see them.
  Me neither.
  Nobody will touch them.
  Nobody will heal them.
  I will never be able to
  show them, Never.
  Yet, even if they are not seen,
  they still burn.
  ©ikshitij

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