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Fictional life of real people... From my eyes. About an old India couple.
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The story, set in Kolkata, the british capital of India, describes the lives of children to whom river Ganges is a secret treasure, knowing little tha..
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A hollow deep inside,
Difficult to scrape out, now is a part of me,
Growing everyday,
I wonder is it hollow within,
Or diving am I in the waterl..
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A lame pen
And a lousy me
Decided to go on a writing spree
Travelled to Scotland and to Spain
Met the King and Jane
The king was rich, knew no ..
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I sit here, on my window,
gazing at the azure blue sky,
Hoping for a hero to emerge from the clouds ,
And take me for a flight,
Forget, I sometime..
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A charmer is he,
Wooing everyone around,
With his mesmerizing talks,
And ability to laugh incessantly.
On he goes,
Talking about the sky,..
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A friend said my expectations are nothing but illusions. He rendered them to be very illusory which basically made me write this...
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I saw this lady in a metro train with a baby collapsed in her arms and the myriad of people passing by her, with not a single kind heart taking a sing..
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Just an impulsive rambling.
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I belong to nowhere, no-one,
Suspended somewhere is my existence in dark,
Feel no gravity of destiny.
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