I can’t be your valentine just in messages To continue the ritual of use and throw of relationship in digital media. I can’t be just your bank account . So that your pressure surmounts my dreams , Resulting to the death of our love. I cannot be your valentine if you don’t value my efforts . I would like to stay in quarantine , As my pen is the best valentine . Which uplifts my self esteem , As it teaches me to respect self love.
Vibhor Bijoy
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Love is not like those they say in fairy tales, Love is not the depiction of fantasies like they show on screen, Love doesn’t happen at first sight, Love is not a perpetual feeling.
Rather love is the epitome of emotional overwhelming of heart, Love doesn’t happen all at once, but little by little every day, every moment, every second ! Love is found in the most unanticipated moment, Love is comfort, it makes you comfortable like never before, Love is tranquility, it makes you feel blissful in silence, Love is harmonious , it is the music that calms you on the worst of the days,
Love is care, it’s the hug that cools down after a tiring day Love is having butterflies in your stomach, that flutter with just a touch, Love is peaceful, love is silence, love is a beautiful feeling that makes lives alluring!
Love is enjoying every moment as if it’s the last second of your life! Love brings joy and eliminates the rigmarole of the heart, Love gives you strength to walk on the steep, slippery ladder of life with a smile, Love is beautiful, love is not all that you need in life, but it’s alot that you need in life. – Kashissh S Bhatnagar
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She tapped her fingers on each book, sliding her fingers from left to right of the shelf. Her craze was so much that even her pain ran away with tiredness, they would try hard to make her cry, but the library always made her feel peaceful.
She would spend hours to choose a book, she would choose an old dusty book, of whom no one was bothered about. She mostly avoided the popular books, thinking of unique which was chosen by none, and she wanted to make them run in popularity.
Sometimes, she would sit all alone on the steps, having a smile on her face and fragrance of flowers in the garden. She would wear simple clothes with simple slippers, but her feet would leave her words behind in the imaginary world. No guy fell in love with her, but only plants, flowers and butterflies waited for her.
While she danced with words, the books would gossip among themselves, thinking about her next pick up. She would smile, be sad and angry, Whenever the stories took the twist unexpectedly. Only the library knew her footsteps, only books knew her shadow, and only the words knew that how much she was lost into their world.
-Jyoti Jamlingappnavar
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“Why? Why? Why?”, everytime he asked himself when someone left him. Someone would easily blame him, without even asking or knowing why he acted like this? They all said, ” You are so innocent”. And the very next moment they said, “Oh! You will understand this, you hurt me so much, you judged me, I did so much for you, you think my problems are funny? Oh Man, you never went through break-up right? How can you understand that? You are so mean!” Inspite living a life like a homeless child, they called him Hopeless! he did not have roots of love, but does that mean he doesn’t have right to grow love? Maybe like a creeper? Yes, he felt tired of hearing this, ” You don’t know what love is!” All he could do is cry in vein with millions of scars, and smile for hours. They taunt him saying, “See, So much he laughs! “ Little do they know that there are billion reason to tear him apart, but his pain is so much, and his strength so less, that he chooses to defeat it with laughter rather than bursting into pieces.
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Her kiss was soft as vanila icecream, Which removed my bruises with ease. Her kiss had the power of extreme passion , That fuelled my heart with enthusiasm. Her kiss was made by the elements of warmth ,stubbornness and kindness. That erected a tomb of a never ending bond. Her kiss was the highlight of our relation , That stole my heart forever . Her kiss shows me a new dawn , When dark clouds try to gallop my dreams like a hungry shark. Her kiss is that spark , Which makes the moonlight bright . And on seeing the sight the stars emit the rays of goodwill all the time.
– Vibhor Bijoy
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