This is heartbreaking.

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when lost clouds
come to steal my thorns.
your side of the sky
bleeds pink





[Full poem in
the caption.]

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কে বলেছে পৃথিবীতে জলকষ্ট?
আমি তো সর্বদাই অথৈজলে।

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Once in a while,
I twist and turn
And squeeze
My soul
Like a
Wet
Cloth
Just to
Drain all my
Emotions out
And remind my
Weary self,
How not
To forget
Feeling
Empty
Once
More.

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They asked me to draw my trauma.
I've always run out of pencils since then.

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Warm like steam
From favoured teacups.
Cool like ebbing
Winter rain.

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Like a neglected petridish,
Swarming with microbes,
My hopes, their nutrients,
My heart, their main course.

I feel
A bone sticking through my brain.
Someone had to
Pick it with me, but
Left, nonetheless and
Now nothing remains save for
Necrosed what-ifs.
It makes me cough
In the dead of the night:
Productive, frothy,
The colour of mummified words
Swirl in the sink
Before disappearing into
Yet another abyss.

I then go to my balcony
And hang my shame on the clothesline.
The day has just begun.

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.........

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Poem in the caption.

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Time would stumble,
Its little toe hitting
The jagged corners of
Promises we made
To never let go.

Minutes would bleed
Into hours that feel
Like million millenia
Before a reverse big bang:

An anticlimax
Of silent implosion,
And the last blip
Of a bounding pulse.

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