Anasuya Bardhan
Drama
The musky woody smell
Of your perfume still
Reminds me of our times.
I wonder which one is stronger
The power of fragrance
Or our memories.
For our love was clearly
Not strong enough.
Faded Love
Fragrance Or ...
Would Yet Try...
Relationship
Life. Love. W...
Poetry And Li...
Falls Of love
Move On
A Writer's Lo...
Dear Spring!
I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries, I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries,
To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀ To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀
She used to smile all the time, She used to smile all the time,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone, I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone,
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
I still remember the day, When we first meet... I still remember the day, When we first meet...
Reunions taught me how people come with many layers, Reunions taught me how people come with many layers,
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
Happiness in empty hands is what I earned. Happiness in empty hands is what I earned.
Having a newbie around is a blessing indeed, Those tiny-big eyes when stared curiously... Having a newbie around is a blessing indeed, Those tiny-big eyes when stared ...
Let's pull off this disparity, can't we? Let's pull off this disparity, can't we?
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
Forging glass with utmost care, the designer is giving it his all... Forging glass with utmost care, the designer is giving it his all...
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
The droplets of rain, tried to soothe her nerve The droplets of rain, tried to soothe her nerve
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
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