Sobhan Pramanik   (Sobhan)
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Storyteller
Joined 1 September 2016
1 APR 2018 AT 19:42

this looks made up to me,
and chances are that you still
don’t know what’s easter.
in fact, you don’t need to know.
for this is just about your love
for chocolate-making and nothing more.
this doesn’t work with me:
your shitty show of merrymaking.
for i see you through filters and fast-forwards,
from a place deep within,
that at some point of time
had known you for who you were,
before you started to fake:
feelings first, festivities now.

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29 MAR 2018 AT 22:27

absar: to eyes lost in revolution

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28 MAR 2018 AT 22:10

the coffee shop you
invariably frequent,
taking to the farthest corner
that looks out to a bustling
road, the chair’s foam there
irreversibly sunk, and table top
warm with sun-tamed shadows of
vehicles crawling down its limbs; it’s
where the high school doers escape
with their infatuations: hold hands under the table,
and clandestinely pass phone numbers on folded napkins.

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26 MAR 2018 AT 21:10

// give it up //

know that it’s no addiction,
but your weakness of will.
what’s daring about alighting
dead leaves rolled in a paper?
if you can, live a life breathing
just air. one that has no stimulant,
and yet you cannot resist inhaling.
again and again.

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26 MAR 2018 AT 14:58

// ode to chipko movement //

green isn't just a color.
it's the tender smile of plants,
and the cool breeze of trees.
it makes for our breath,
with the clear light of day,
and if our blood wasn't red enough,
it would've been green for sure.
for what else represents life
as close?

it's in the jungles of concrete,
that green is a vanishing hue.
come, let's pledge to paint -
one for you, one for us,
and one more because it's
so beautiful. here's to
loving the world one
sapling at a time.

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22 MAR 2018 AT 23:03

// on being a writer //

you'd cut your vein to laugh
at the throbbing blood,
and weep hard at being loved.
where you'd shun laughter
and friendship to close yourself
in burning silence and let it kill you; slowly.

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22 MAR 2018 AT 0:21

colorless,
too is a color.
you just have
to be empty
enough for it
to reflect in
your eyes.

water, they say
is colorless. it's
only the parched
who knows that
it's the color of life.

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22 FEB 2018 AT 22:58

i loathe adolescence for
the soft bristles of hair
that made my face patchy,
and bore my voice an impolite
androgenous lilt that made
me sound confident, but
never convincing. i loathe
it for i how i discovered
myself in the dark: feeling
places that i never knew
was part of me. of blood
pumping into my groins,
and blissful contractions lived
over and over again in secret sanctity.

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18 FEB 2018 AT 15:15

i sensed a deja vu,
for it felt a lot like love.
of how it happens to us.
and when. amid the wilderness
of our hearts when we are
most unguarded, open,
vulnerable. when our feelings
are buds unopened, seeking
sunshine, and the sky denies
and darkens, raining in hails
to deny all blossoms of desire.
i have known people perish in
test, giving up, renouncing thereafter
the idea of courtship. but i have also
known souls who braves the
torment with arms crossed on their
wounded chest, half-smiling and
hopeful about gentle winds and clear
sunshine that lurks behind all devastations.

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28 JAN 2018 AT 23:07

'so
you
know'

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