~The Labyrinth of Minds~
The lips create a chaos, of a spilled coffee,
In life's symphony, drowning echoes of unfulfilled philosophy.
The tongue becomes bitter amidst the burnt dish,
Tapeworms are in a bucket, inside a gravid fish.
A Ferris wheel sows chaos in a child's mind,
A labyrinth falls silent when an adult finds.
Pieces of Zigshaw Puzzle amuse the blink,
Too much burden on the shoulder makes the ship sink.
Spontaneous burst of laughter paint happiness,
With vast jubilation of uncertainty, a soul discovers its boldness.
Bilingual psyche tears up in an unconscious maze,
Driving on a swamp, the wheels become seized.
In the shadows of dusk, whispers stir the night,
A moonlit dance of secrets, veiled in soft light.
A carnival of thoughts spins on life's carousel,
Echoes of mirth and sorrow, a bittersweet spell.

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~In Remembrance~
Oh, my friend, you are resting on your way,
I'm standing near you, it feels like I'm by the bay,
Your eyes are closed, it seems like you're resting,
Will you open them, if I start jesting?
Come back to your friend, once more in this life,
Don't turn your face; I want to see you alive.
Certainly, it's not possible; you went alone,
Clouds are soaked, tears are clones.
In the silence of this moment, I stand by your side,
Memories of our laughter, on this emotional tide.
Your journey's unknown, but I hope for your return,
The lessons of life, in your absence, I must discern.
The stars above, they twinkle with a mournful light,
As I plead for your presence, in the stillness of the night.
With whispered words, I share my deepest plea,
That you'll awaken from your rest and once again be free.
The world is dim without your vibrant grace,
Your absence leaves a void that nothing can replace.

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~Sweet Sleeping Individuals~
They were luxurious; we call them stars,
We were innocent, not confined to jars.
We were fresh, a dough of silly,
Now burnt, in destitution so hilly.
Ambrosia was our remedy, no trace of psychosis,
Adulthood, a catalyst for metamorphosis.
Innocence faded like a fleeting dream,
As we sailed life's turbulent, relentless stream.
Ambitions grew, like tendrils in the night,
We chased our dreams with all our might.
Yet, in the chaos, we found our way,
Learning from the trials, day by day.
The stars still shine, though we've changed our course,
A new kind of beauty in life's diverse source.
So, embrace the journey, the highs and the lows,
For in this adventure, your character grows.
Like stars in the sky, we'll continue to shine,
Through every twist and turn, in this grand design.
- Trijit Mukherjee

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~The Golden Hue of a Canal~
Gems shine when they're polished bright,
Voices echo through the quiet night.
The scent of hot chocolate sets the mood,
Warms embrace, trying to soothe.
A vaporous mind seeks the verdant scene,
Religious anathemas, like submarines, are unseen.
Gardens bloom with tender care,
Lovers' hearts in an endless, sweet affair.
Moonlight dances on the tranquil sea,
Whispering secrets to the ancient tree.
Stars above in their cosmic dance,
Grant wishes with a subtle chance.
Golden hues arch across the sky so wide,
Painting colours in the countryside.
Dreams take flight on wings unseen,
Guiding us where we've never been.

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~Frenemies~
Drops of water form a stream,
Milk and sugar make the cream.
Studying with friends creates hope,
After a while, the heart's tied by a rope.
Mosquitoes are a boisterous crowd,
Pretending's a weapon, a shroud.
'Friendship' is powerful, it can outrun,
Devaluation over time, it becomes a pun.
Sitting on a slate, pretending it's a chair,
Like Puritan Busy in Bartholomew Fair.
If religion fails, discuss politics,
Friends become enemies, not just eccentrics.
Maintaining friendship is incredibly tough,
Time and purpose can give them rough bluff.
Long-lasting friendship, attractive and true,
Two people must be protective and see it though.
Prevent leaf shredding during prematurity,
Selfless friendship, a private vanity.

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~Shakespeare's "proud-pied" Spring~

The hymn of Spring colours the Heart.
Spring is great in sight today.
The world is filling with blue and yellow streams.
Some unspoken words want to be drowned again
in the endless music stream, soothingly!
In Heaven's new blue Eden, I walk
in the secret of my mind, purposelessly!
I am getting intoxicated by the Sacred Tree
at the awakening door of Spring, surreptitiously!
The color of desire merges with the dark dream,
the road along which the path goes.
Spring's savour at dawn comes to the mind,
a cuckoo sings on the Vanilla sky, melodiously!
He, my fellow, sings mellow, never wallow.
The splinter butters my apocalyptic mind.
And an airy bliss symphonies me, parenthetically!

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~Praiseworthy!~
The child is drawing on the white paper,
He comes, thoroughly finishing his supper.
A soldier is dying on foe's pastoral,
As bullet dented his heart, of course corporal!
The child dreams off riding astride,
The soldier has gone off, the nation's pride.
A step closer as it is the New Year,
"Fight, boy, fight!" Says the dying soldier.
He draws a hand that holds a flower,
Vibgyor is overthere, God from the tower.
Sandalwoods are near where the soldier lies,
Mother helps the boy to finish his pies.
His mind is rosy, fantasy's the weapon,
Arena is the Armageddon, without the ribbon.
A knowable intruder arrives before that soldier,
"Stranger Danger", he hits like a boulder.
He has won the wars and saved his country,
The child wants to be like him, portraying gallantry.
Blessed with his art, the eyes are blue,
String attached is divinely legit like a white glue.
The drawing is completed where the soldier is sturdy,
His mother states his art as "Praiseworthy!"

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~The Lady in the Mirror!~
Vany, when I met you, the day was dazed,
You seemed so serious when I gazed.
You used floral scent and I got smelled,
I was eating a cadburry, the wrap was mislabeled.
I appeared at that time of a social turmoil,
Beware, and don't crush me when I'm on the soil.
Some are taunting you, and why are you weeping?
Dress the flore with the oil, and see them slipping.
I missed you all the nights, I bemourn,
You left me readily on that day like a bourn.
Perhaps you were hefty and took me as a frail,
But I always take you as my "Holy Grail"!
You are so soft, your mind is a jelly,
You cook so well and write like Shelley!
You wanted a warmness when you held my hand,
You asked me a return gift, that is to 'understand'.
Devils are surrounding near me and you,
Like we are two Jewish met in a curfew.
You know I respect you, like my mother!
Will you keep me with you and a little bother?
Your desire is pure without an error,
You grim like a Dragon, the Lady in the Mirror!

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~Walking Wikipedia~
Life was great when we met them at school,
they were my teachers, and all were beautiful.
We were like saplings, nourished by them,
they were our idol, and we were their gem.
Wish if the days were back!
It's not possible now, memories that have a clack.
I started my graduation from a happy place,
It's like Rivandell, don't need a preface.
There I met with four professors,
who endowed us with their love and humours.
Terms of linguistic became very mellow,
knowledge is weighty, books are like pillow.
Then I met with six wise persons,
who are always ready with their avant-garde.
They are the maven in English, well admired.
Kindness defining them, they are always scintillate,
if we achieve something they always congratulate.
Love and peace, nectar like, that are in this college,
guest professors are also there, creating a grillage.
Literary theories are immortal for all their students,
Structuralism is a butter bean with having the incidents.
Last but not the least, how can I forget those?
who structured my spirit by an interpose.
They are my parents, immaculacy starts the day,
Wishing you all a very Happy Teachers' Day.

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~Not That Yuletide~
The past was very lurid,
sweet savour all around.
The sky, in a jiffy, was veiled with clouds,
explosive dust was spreading.
The smell of laughter in sweet cakes.
Victory of happiness, defeat of sorrow,
yet the tired shoulder aches.
The weight of the stone was too much!
The body was stirring for extra salt.
Equality was needed among people,
holy breath must be taken.
Cold as raindrops,
must stick to the veins of the leaf,
and jumble the crude mind.

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