Where The Peacock Can Dance Free By Subhajit Naskar
This Love
This love will be here, always, like the fingerprints on my glasses. This love is the letter that got lost in the mail, that could never be returned because it was never received. This love is the tattoo on my heart drawn with invisible ink. This love is the song that nobody can skip, because…
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Rebirth
Violet tree grows next to my bed,and I lay staring through the vibrancy of its color.If bees are to fly around one day,I hope they sting me, hurt me, I hope they find their way.I have to be born again,because this is how I drained,I’m guilty of spilling my briskness all over the place.I want…
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