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Days came, days went. Locked up in my room I sit like a dead body. Motionless. A deadly silence prevails. Only the clock’s ticking
Shades of grey clouds accumulate all over. They call their loved ones closer. Darkness descends throughout And fills their minds with doubts!   A
Rising sun with wide morose, Bright day turns uncanny and horror. No trace of lives neither a tiny fly, A bitter seclusion devouring the
Why? Is the world so cruel and indecisive? It will miss me when I am gone. But now, that I am alive It reminds
Just glitters and glimpses of thy glance clanged. Rain and boom dare not to voice! Placid did heart bloom, abide a serene breath. Alpha
I wanna win, I wanna loose I wanna stick, I wanna choose I wanna one, I wanna troop I wanna end, I wanna loop
for Santanu. . . Santanu: wholesome: hólos You are the vase, shattered years ago during the dark voyage through the Middle Passage. Today, the
I reached his place at 7:30 pm. After exchanging a few pleasantries, we proceeded for the interview. It was an informal and unstructured interview,
“Flowers for the good and flowers for the bad, In every flower, resides a lot of respect, love and care.” When I was a
My mother was silent when I told her about the pregnant woman whose water broke while she was walking behind her husband, barefoot, the

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