Puja Chakraborty

why you didn't feel
what I wanted?

why don't you realize
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If there's anything like rebirth,
I don't want that life!
So much pain! So much sorrow!
So much envy, so much hurt!
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Maybe on a lonely afternoon
you will remember that girl!
She is not your ex- lover!
but she is really a lover.
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A virus called 'love' has emerged,
destroying the current youth society.
Some are committing suicide to prove their love,
while others are abandoning their partners and starting new lives.
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'Life is nothing without suffering,
But a fake smile can hide everything unexpressed.
Life is a unique stage for a fight,
Where happiness and sadness are intertwined.
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I am not a girl or not a man,
I am a Robot,
I will give you everything, what you want,
but nothing is need for me!
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'A purple introduction fades to gray,
What a painful night and day!

Oh God, Oh God, who am I?
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Will you be my words of poetry? Will you be my forever rhyme?
The symphony of my heart's crime.

My heart's melody, my shining star,
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Whispers of memories


In an empty room, a thirsty throat wants to drink something,
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My Heart stands like desert's sands, So hot and bright,
You will always remain like a mirage in my sight.

Like the pale desire of a skinny bird's,
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Without sugar, like a cup of tea,
My heart without you, nothing is meant to be.
I wander like a bee,
Everything is empty to see.
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My dear king, it's my reign
You are only a tenant, the red sign.
My brave and ruthless rules are enough to define
How smooth, the power of divine.
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It's not so easy to love me;
hold a rough hand in the air.
Not so easy to love eyes with dark circles,
dry hair, dry lips, a broken heart,
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In the room of love, faded lust gives way to belief and trust.
No walls, no costumes, or decorations to trust.

Just a piece of heaven,
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I want to fly
in the open sky,
Along with the bird,
like a flying card.
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The miserable midnight,
Hugs my thoughts in the moonlight.

Memories whisper,
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Am I? Really am I?
Was I? So timid, so nervous!
For criminals, I was dangerous.
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I will return from my pyre
to love everything,
And to love the beauty
of summer and spring.
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In the smell of burnt memories,
in the melodious cooking,
In the smell of sweet rice,
in this high direction,
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In a winter morning,
I wake up with pain,
Thinking of the past,
and lost love in vain.
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