Isshika Saha
Abstract Romance
Once upon a time,
You rosely loved me
From your heart,
And all the time,
I just want to be your soul mate
But at the enduring time,
You went away
Leaving behind me,
For the short wanting of it.
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And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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