Sourabh Acharya

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Sourabh Acharya (सौRभ)

A Keen observer,deep listener,soulful thinker and a Gracious Presenter 😄 A Science student,Tech guy,Dancer,Singer and a passionate Writer 😍 Love for words is something I crave for, which carves the inner artist within me ❤✌ Wordlust 💙 Instagram- Soura3h Snapchat- Soura3h Join YourQuote Raipur FB group for updates about YQ Meetups and Open mics :-

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She had a dream last night
A wet pillow and a rhapsodic fight
The lilt bride with dreary eyes
Ineffable lips and a chained prise

A wet pillow and a rhapsodic fight
The scattered mascara for the sight
Ineffable lips and a chained prise
Tied up arms craving to rule the skies

The scattered mascara for the sight
Withering love in an elisioned blight
Tied up arms craving to rule the skies
Leeches turning virgin soul in abscise

Withering love in an elisioned blight
The lilt bride with dreary eyes
Leeches turning virgin soul in abscise
She had a dream last night

An attempt to #Pantoum_Writing after so long. This one I've tried penning on Marital Rape. As much as this genre and style of writing lures me, the theme inures me a lot more than the former. 😔💔 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She had a dream last night A wet pillow and a rhapsodic fight The lilt bride with dreary eyes Ineffable lips and a chained prise A wet pillow and a rhapsodic fight The scattered mascara for the sight Ineffable lips and a chained prise Tied up arms craving to rule the skies The scattered mascara for the sight Withering love in an elisioned blight Tied up arms craving to rule the skies Leeches turning virgin soul in abscise Withering love in an elisioned blight The lilt bride with dreary eyes Leeches turning virgin soul in abscise She had a dream last night #Yqbaba #Poem #Pantoum_Writing #Style #MaritalRape #Social #Pain #Deserted #Rains #Cries #Tears #Nights #Silence #Chained #NaPoWriMo #SPart33

21 APR AT 13:49

हूँ इश्क़ का सा नज़्म मैं
मैं कलम का रुझान हूँ
है जानता हर एक हर्फ़
मैं ज़र्द रेगिस्तान हूँ

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Full Poem : हूँ सांझ का सा धीर मैं मैं सहर सा अभिमान हूँ है शब सी मुझमे तिश्नगी मैं अस्र आलिशान हूँ हूँ ज़ेब मैं नापाक सी मैं स्याह आसमान हूँ हैं राज़ भी कुछ दफ़्न से मैं आखिरी अरमान हूँ हूँ चाँद सा बेफिक्र मैं मैं सूर्य सा महान हूँ है लिपटी जिसमे खामोशी मैं उस सुबह की अज़ान हूँ हूँ ज़ख़्म सा गंभीर मैं मैं आब का नुक्सान हूँ है चोट मुझमे मुझसी ही मैं रूह परेशान हूँ हूँ नुक्स मैं मसीह की मैं राम पशेमान हूँ है नक्स भी गोबिंद सी मैं रहीम सा कुर्बान हूँ हूँ वाणी का सा तेज मैं मैं आईना निहान हूँ है गुल में जिसकी रौशनी मैं उसका बाग़बान हूँ #Yqbaba #Yqdidi #Hindi #Urdu #Poem #Poetry #NaPoWriMo #SPart32 #Beauty #Baaghban

20 APR AT 18:04

Looking at you,
they trickle saliva
Saliva on your pure spots
they say you flaunt.
The strap of your bra peeking out.


Their humanity melts
each moment a bit more!
When they see your dupatta dropping.

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Humanity Melts! 💔 Full poem : 👇👇 Looking at you, they feel lust Lust for the curves they say you flaunt The silver lining visible through your deep neck The perfect waist they say You show in those tightly fitting kurtis Those slender legs they stare at, during the numb hours Their humanity melts each moment a bit more Looking at you, they show greed Greed for the thighs they say you flaunt The belly button showing through your crop top The toned hips they say You show in those cotton leggings Those naked backs they search for, with their lustful glances Their humanity melts each moment a bit more Looking at you, they trickle saliva Saliva on your pure spots they say you flaunt The strap of your bra peeking out through your shoulder Those luscious lips they say You call for with those lip balms on The dropping dupatta they hope for, with those greedy glares Their humanity melts each moment a bit more Looking at you, they fall over Over the corpse of the shattered soul they say you hide The life of the dead emotions oozing through your eyes Those clichéd tears they say You drip out for sympathy The lonely longings they wish for, in those silent deserted lanes Their humanity melts each moment a bit more #yqbaba #Poem #NaPoWriMo #Woman #Respect #Rights #Dead #Challenges #Problems #Cliched #Relations #Important #Daily

20 APR AT 11:52

The Unaltered💙
Part 10
The Help

As the man parked his bicycle near the muddy footpath along the cemented roads, my hopes escalated from the weaker side to the stronger cemented assurance. He started walking towards the webbed ventilator. Only thing he could be seeing was the tip of my finger through the ventilation, as my legs started to pain, standing on one of them for quite a while now. "What's the problem?", the man uttered in a low husky voice. For a moment the voice seemed familiar to my unripe ears. As I obliged to answer due to my state of anonymity, being in a situation where even a single coughing could have left me in a precarious dilemma. Finding a way as to answer all his questions, which was actually one, for the time being; I searched for a piece of paper to write something and throw it out to him. While I searched for it, I realised that because of the fragile condition in which I was; I was blindly believing on the man outside the ventilation waiting for my signal to react accordingly. With some effort I found an irregularly shaped piece of toilet paper near the flush box.

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#TheUnaltered #TheHelp #Part10 #Series #Story Click on #TheUnaltered to read in continuation! ❤ The Unaltered 💙 Part 10 The Help : As the man parked his bicycle near the muddy footpath along the cemented roads, my hopes escalated from the weaker side to the stronger cemented assurance. He started walking towards the webbed ventilator. Only thing he could be seeing was the tip of my finger through the ventilation, as my legs started to pain, standing on one of them for quite a while now. "What's the problem?", the man uttered in a low husky voice. For a moment the voice seemed familiar to my unripe ears. As I obliged to answer due to my state of anonymity, being in a situation where even a single coughing could have left me in a precarious dilemma. Finding a way as to answer all his questions, which was actually one, for the time being; I searched for a piece of paper to write something and throw it out to him. While I searched for it, I realised that because of the fragile condition in which I was; I was blindly believing on the man outside the ventilation waiting for my signal to react accordingly. With some effort I found an irregularly shaped piece of toilet paper near the flush box. It looked dirty enough to be handled, but having no other choice left, I picked it up. Finding for the toothpaste, I thought what was to be written in order to make him understand. While I wrote some words of help on the tissue paper with my smallest finger, the time was already too much for a loo to end. But again here, I hd no other option of escaping; and reaching here wasn't letting me to fall back. While I was done with the writing part, it looked clear and perfect to me. It had three words and some numericals in block letters written as, "HELP TONIGHT 9:30 PM". As soon as I had completed it, I threw it out to the man for help. Waiting for his signal to reach out for the exit and plan accordingly, I waited. "Oye", a voice from the toilet door screeched right through me. Hurriedly I stepped down from the toilet seat, and waited for just a min more as to get a signal from the outsider. Finally hoping that he might have understood what was written on the paper, I pulled the door open, and there the bicycle's "Tring Tring" sounded sweeter to me than anything else. As I reached the hall back, where all other kids were kept, I eye signalled Aasma and Imran about the plan being on a roll. Seeing the sighs of relief which gradually turned into a smile, lured me. Finally we were going to be out of the heinous situation and in our homes, safely with our parents. The setting sun was an indication for the rise of a new hope in all of Aasma, Imran, and Bhola's lives. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the weak shoulders handle a grave responsibility, it looks doubtful for the listeners. When a kid comes on his own to escape out of trouble, he looks no boundations to invent ideas. Some situations leave you with no other paths to be travelled than to struggle and break the walls, to make your own way out. As I reach out for help, I wait for things to go my way. Struggling for ideas seems no easy as being in a strangled situation. So, will the man respond to the plan? Will we able to escape from the heinous trap? Will it be possible by the night? Will we be sent to the child traffickers by the next day, if we fail to escape? Where's the grey ugly suitcase? To have all the questions answered, stay tuned for the part 11 of The Unaltered. Readers! Finally the exams have ended and we could end our story a bit faster than it looked. This part had a delay as to be edited a bit more. Thanks for reading till here, and as the story progresses, many a things become clear. Stay tuned for the secrets to look even more luring and intriguing as we reach towards the end of our series. Enjoy and keep reading The Unaltered! ❤ #TheUnaltered #Yqbaba #Series #Story #Part10 #TheHelp #Secrets #Escape #Plans #Inventions #Signal #Sigh #SettingSun #Suitcase #Anonymous

19 APR AT 13:20

कह दिया उसे
कि कपड़े छोटे न पहनो
वो घूरते रह जाएंगे
जकड़ लिया कभी कमर से
तो कुछ न बचेगा

कहा होते इसे भी
कि छोटे उसके कपड़े नही
छोटी तेरी सोच है
जितनी गन्दी नज़र तेरी
उतना तू संसार पे बोझ है

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❤❤❤❤❤ तुम कहते हो उसे कि बाहर न निकलना नज़रें भेड़ियों सी हैं नोच लेंगी आबरू को तो कुछ न बचेगा जो कहा होता इसे भी कि बाहर जो तू निकले तो नज़रें संभाल के रखना तू अगर भेड़िया है तो शेरनी वो भी है तुम कहते हो उसे कि अँधेरा डरावना है अकेले न विचरना उनकी चंगुल में आजाओ तो कुछ न बचेगा कभी कहा होता उसे भी कि चाहती नही वो भी कोई ले जाए इज़्ज़त उसकी तुम्हारी चंगुल जितना दम उसकी एक अंगुल में है कह दिया उसे कि कपड़े छोटे न पहनो वो घूरते रह जाएंगे जकड़ लिया कभी कमर से तो कुछ न बचेगा कहा होते इसे भी कि छोटे उसके कपड़े नही छोटी तेरी सोच है जितनी गन्दी नज़र तेरी उतना तू संसार पे बोझ है कहा तो उसे कि तू पराया धन है अपनी नहीं तो उनकी सोचले कभी इज़्ज़त पे आँच आयी तो कुछ न बचेगा कह दो जाकर इसे भी कि बचकर रहना आतिश से उसकी कहीं लपट के इर्द गिर्द आया और झुलस गया कभी तो कुछ न बचेगा #yqbaba #Yqdidi #EveTeasing #Harrassment #Poem #NaPoWriMo #Hindi #Social #Perspective #Strong #Stands #Feel #Emotions #SPart28

18 APR AT 12:17