Abir Sinha Poems

Oh my lord, for I have sinned,
To be born with the sky above,
The earth beneath and everything in between.
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I am messed up, she said..
Shoving him away.
Not letting out the despondency that had engulfed her for so many days.
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More oft than not, we come across a person in our life, who sweeps us of our feet. Make us feel the reason why we came to this morbid world. Give definition to our construed chain of thoughts. Apprise us of the vitalities of life. Allure us with the quiddity of their enigma.

We start to believe in the chimerical paradise which is nothing but the house of cards they put up.
We start to believe in them, in their words. Start intertwining our chores to match theirs, without even pondering twice about what they feel for us. Such is the frailty of the human mind. One that always seeks love and affection.
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