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White If the doors broke down Of your suffocating house Will you still put up the façade Of having a home sweet home? If the doors broke down Of all your smouldering dreams Will you still be very adamant That dreams are a child's play? If the doors broke down Of the crimes against you Will you still remain nonchalant And say forgive and forget? If the doors broke down Of the tensed situational life span Will you not step out and Start a dopamine serotonin dance? If the doors broke down Of those fake "goody two shoes" Will you blame yourself And impose self exile till death? If the doors broke down Of all the unhappy memories Will you not rejoice And start afresh once again? ©indefinite_mirage house #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White If the doors broke down Of your suffocating house Will you still put up the façade Of having a home sweet home? If the doors broke down Of all your smouldering dreams Will you still be very adamant That dreams are a child's play? If the doors broke down Of the crimes against you Will you still remain nonchalant And say forgive and forget? If the doors broke down Of the tensed situational life span Will you not step out and Start a dopamine serotonin dance? If the doors broke down Of those fake "goody two shoes" Will you blame yourself And impose self exile till death? If the doors broke down Of all the unhappy memories Will you not rejoice And start afresh once again? ©indefinite_mirage house #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Was I colourblind my whole life? How did I miss the colours in your eyes? The quiet storms of blue and gold, Stories that your silence tried to hide? I saw the world in black and white, Chasing shadows, blind to your light. But now I see those eyes holding skies, And I, too, lost to look inside. Your laughter, like sunlight breaking through, I never knew the warmth was you. Each time I turned away too soon, Missing the brilliance in your tune. Now I stand, and suddenly I see, The colours you always showed me. A thousand sunsets, soft and bright, That I mistook for an endless night. Was it the world that lacked its hues? Or was I just too blind to choose To see the beauty in your gaze, The colours blooming through your days? Maybe I was never colourblind. Just too afraid to lose my mind To something as beautiful as you But now, I’ll never lose that view. ©indefinite_mirage colourblind #engineers_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Was I colourblind my whole life? How did I miss the colours in your eyes? The quiet storms of blue and gold, Stories that your silence tried to hide? I saw the world in black and white, Chasing shadows, blind to your light. But now I see those eyes holding skies, And I, too, lost to look inside. Your laughter, like sunlight breaking through, I never knew the warmth was you. Each time I turned away too soon, Missing the brilliance in your tune. Now I stand, and suddenly I see, The colours you always showed me. A thousand sunsets, soft and bright, That I mistook for an endless night. Was it the world that lacked its hues? Or was I just too blind to choose To see the beauty in your gaze, The colours blooming through your days? Maybe I was never colourblind. Just too afraid to lose my mind To something as beautiful as you But now, I’ll never lose that view. ©indefinite_mirage colourblind #engineers_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no Worries. ©indefinite_mirage worries #hindi_diwas Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no Worries. ©indefinite_mirage worries #hindi_diwas Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White I tried to write about you, But surprisingly, nothing came. I held the pen longer than usual, Wrote one word, and it was just YOU. Then I stopped, unsure whether to feel Happy or worried. You were the big bang, The spark that breathed life into my pen. But now, the words have vanished. It’s not sadness I feel, Nor happiness. If this is goodbye, It should have been more. Still, I tried. I tried to write about you, But surprisingly, nothing came. I held the pen longer than usual, Wrote one word, and it was just YOU. ©indefinite_mirage you #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White I tried to write about you, But surprisingly, nothing came. I held the pen longer than usual, Wrote one word, and it was just YOU. Then I stopped, unsure whether to feel Happy or worried. You were the big bang, The spark that breathed life into my pen. But now, the words have vanished. It’s not sadness I feel, Nor happiness. If this is goodbye, It should have been more. Still, I tried. I tried to write about you, But surprisingly, nothing came. I held the pen longer than usual, Wrote one word, and it was just YOU. ©indefinite_mirage you #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White You sound like a forgotten language, slowly whispering- It's all coming back to me. Starting with verbs, flowing into second-person pronouns Loving you, dreaming of you, Connecting through vivid adjectives, Passionately embracing, playfully wrestling. Time and separation have been our fiercest trials, Yet look at the strength we've forged, How our dialects mirror yet diverge, Movements and gestures remain steadfast— It's in the way you hold me, and I hold you. Embracing the joyous tears we've silently wept, Releasing emotions long suppressed. The path back home has never been so radiant, Amidst the spectacular changes of the ever-evolving terrain. ©indefinite_mirage language #Thinking Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White You sound like a forgotten language, slowly whispering- It's all coming back to me. Starting with verbs, flowing into second-person pronouns Loving you, dreaming of you, Connecting through vivid adjectives, Passionately embracing, playfully wrestling. Time and separation have been our fiercest trials, Yet look at the strength we've forged, How our dialects mirror yet diverge, Movements and gestures remain steadfast— It's in the way you hold me, and I hold you. Embracing the joyous tears we've silently wept, Releasing emotions long suppressed. The path back home has never been so radiant, Amidst the spectacular changes of the ever-evolving terrain. ©indefinite_mirage language #Thinking Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White What if rain were the evaporated tears of people, rising silently to the sky, gathering in clouds heavy with untold stories? Each drop would carry the weight of a sorrow, a whispered goodbye, or a moment of unspoken pain. When the heavens could no longer bear the burden, they would weep, not in fury, but in the quiet despair of all that has been held inside for too long. And as the tears fall, they soak the earth, not to cleanse, but to remind us that some sorrows never fade, that some pain lingers in the soil, seeping deeper with every storm, leaving the world a little darker with each passing rain. ©indefinite_mirage day #happy_independence_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White What if rain were the evaporated tears of people, rising silently to the sky, gathering in clouds heavy with untold stories? Each drop would carry the weight of a sorrow, a whispered goodbye, or a moment of unspoken pain. When the heavens could no longer bear the burden, they would weep, not in fury, but in the quiet despair of all that has been held inside for too long. And as the tears fall, they soak the earth, not to cleanse, but to remind us that some sorrows never fade, that some pain lingers in the soil, seeping deeper with every storm, leaving the world a little darker with each passing rain. ©indefinite_mirage day #happy_independence_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena