Soumili Karmakar

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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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Lost in the woods of thine brown eyes, I adore mine reflection there,
Never been able to treasure thyself before, no amount of appreciation would let go,
Who thought I'd smile like a fool, In reverse to how thou give thee butterflies all along.
Thou became mine cocoon, I'll be admiring losing my whol'st empire through thine eyes.
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The sun shines bright, with it's heavenly beams, shining all on the woods heavenly, it seems.
Woods, then confess their love for showers.
Showers, that fall from the heaven's above, that vow they keep so strong, and still, till the infinity to the eternity, keeping this, as their wills.
We as spectators, often do observe them in our deep astonishment. Controlling all our sights, and lovingly listening to the music of divinity at times.
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When she was high up on the plane, and he was pouring out the champagne!
Little did she know, it was her from the beginning.
One by one she visualised her long survival days,
She gave a pat on her shoulder,
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The Walls Of My Room Are Empty

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.
Songs are moving photo-frames.
People in it, are never stuck like they are in the photographs,
They move in, and out, like a carriage on the ropeway of my earpods,
The only one stuck, on them, is me.
I'm alright as long as they appear each time I summon them to,
I address people I miss through songs, what better way can it be?
But the time I miss myself, and hum a song, I never appear back.
The walls of my room are empty,
Just like I wanted my school bag to be.

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