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Poetry

Is it Love?

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It doesn’t matter how indifferent love may become, it never conspires to take avenge, and if it does, it wasn’t love.

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Poetry

Deception

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Every shade is not a shelter, and not all warmth rises from the hearth, beaconing life.

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Poetry

Awaken

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When the blur evades 
and the mind wakes up to a beautiful dawn, 

When a blessing
marks the moment of truth to reckon,

When nothing can drown you,
and no dreadful words can trounce you anymore

When the absence never bothers you,
and the longing of any unsaid words

When such clarity embraces you at-last,
you liberate,
a moment to treasure for a lifetime to then commence,
for the smiles then grace your visage,
and the world appears beautiful once more 

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Poetry

Ostensible Smiles

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The love that we cuddled not too long has now become primordial, a thought from yore buried in some motley display of ostensible smiles

By, Shantanu Baruah

Primordial- Ancient
Yore - From past
Motley - Multicolored 
ostensible - Appearing to be real

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Poetry

Beyond Reach

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Emancipated from the clutches of the stultified thoughts, I soared untrammeled, trouncing my inner demon, and embracing a motley smile

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Emancipated - Freed
Stultified - Bored
Untrammeled - Unrestricted 
Trouncing - Defeating
Motley - Multicolored

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Poetry

Holding Hope

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At the kink of your wayward words,
when you hesitantly display your tentative smile, 
eluding the traces of that eroded love, 
right there, 
the residues of some patina thoughts
get scattered in the thin air of nothingness,
while everything still remain blurry,
one thing that shall hold against the atrocities of any gale 
is an incandescent flame 
that screams in silence but firmly
about a possibility called “US”

By, Shantanu Baruah

Kink - Bend
Patina - a green or brown oxidized film
Gale - A strong wind
Incandescent - Emitting Light

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Poetry

Never let Goodness In you Die

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Sometimes broken people’s love is a mirage. They remain in your life, for you give them hope to fight their inner demons, encourage them to attain the unattainable, and give them interminable love. But the moment they find their grip, or are entrusted with a new zeal, or a new milieu beckons, they leave you in a trice. As if you never existed. Then you will be changed, a scar will remain like a goblin’s curse within you, and your love will never be the same. Yet be proud, for it is your love that has resurrected a tormented soul, and it is because of your unwavering faith you could assuage their fear and be with them when they needed someone. Be proud that you have the power to lift broken souls, and given another occasion, never relent to shower your kindness to another wretched soul again.

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Poetry

Let it go

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The resentment you keep close to your heart withers you more than the person who holds it against

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Poetry

Indifferent Parable

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The allegory from some hazy nightmare is bellowing silent screams of agony, but the disguised countenance has a different story to say.

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Poetry

Beyond Her

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How to comprehend when it is time to accept that no matter how much love you have bestowed it is never going to be enough? How do you believe that hope you have so far clung on to has vanished? How do you walk away from life? But then you realize her absence is as beautiful as her presence was, for there is no pretense, or expectation of reciprocity, and life has so much more to offer beyond her.

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