Soumili Karmakar

Meeting of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
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Reading about the Oak trees, mountains, flowing essence of waterfalls, the scent of wet ferns, and the heart shaped leaves of Peepul.
Took my breath away.
And when I witnessed,
I was deeply inspired.
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Flowers all over the blue sky
Blooming in the fields of misty clouds
Painted by the hues of all you's and eyes full of stars.
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So here, our moon lights up in the night sky,
So here, our dreams arise in our beholding eyes,
And ears are willing to hear tales of our years,
Where we dreamt and lived and loved our dears.
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Today, when the dawn arrives
I hopefully can see through my life,
All that our winds have swept
All that our memories have kept
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Our rejoicing season is glad to have arrived
Lilacs and water lilies are all around in time.
The autumn has begun
As it seems, but the sun behind the distant cloud hides his tears
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A refreshing winter evening,
With the sunset, on its crest.
The church with its evening prayers.
Relatively, the mass gathering.
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Ten numb fingers desiring to feel the warmth of the hot tea cup
Would you pour a bit of you in my dreams, when my weary soul drowses off?
The eclipse sky waits for you to raise your toes,
Frozen ground says,  "oh! Feel the wind on your skin, when it blows".
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When nights are dark, and you are wide awake drawing an arc.
When the city is shining bright, and you are far away boarding a flight.
Do remember, my dearest.
There is a lamp, burning for you right.
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A sweet music was heard in a blooming field;
Long ago, a weeping promise kept was healed.
She stood up there by her own;
Not knowing where to roam alone.
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Refreshing hues of blue she wore;
Her favourite colour, which she adore.
Blues were for the skies and seas,
Still she loved the colour of the morning trees.
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Winter mornings are cold by the passing mist of sweet air;
The fragrance of fresh daisies
And Oak trees so flair.
The dawn breaks leaving fogs and droplets;
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I found a way without despairing,
Faced reality with eyes longing
For this glorious entity.
Distant from the crowding horizons at play
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My roses were crimson scarlett with sharp thorns;
Rainbow Starfrontlet wished to dwell only for enormous nectars since a thousand years aeon.
Brightly sailing to a majestic land;
The tender breeze sang notes with the little girl,
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I see you coming out from thine carriage;
You were not too far away to be fetched,
It is all about you from the start
Don't you know how I ended up with the diamond star?
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Nobody is knocking on my door;
I'm holding myself at the edge of the cracked-up floor,
Winter days have come,
Foggy streets and nights unturned.
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When the dawn broke, the crystalline droplet spoke;
Reminiscent of the sweet sunlight, Sheltering the enlightened twilight.
One had to stay, one had to leave
The sun was not to be blamed for the agony and grief.
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The trees were singing near the castle;
The pastel colour of the sky
blended with a jilt of tassel,
The enchanted light loved all the seven seasons,
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The doves were sprinkling rose water;
The Cupid was flying near the fountain,
A little girl was collecting the weathered leaves
Carrying them from the orchard to her colossal mountain.
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The walls of my room are empty,
Just like I wanted my school bag to be,
I'm out of school now, with the weight of all empty things,
I cannot confine them in a bag. And so they have occupied all of my body.
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