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White A Town called Desperation Suburban deprivation That look of resignation This Town called Desperation APR and interest fees Rent arrears, life's big squeeze Heat or eat, Friday comes Sink or swim, do the sums Robbing Peter, paying Paul The Man in Black takes it all Six foot tall, above the law? Rat-a-tat-tat, door to door Ain't no game of hide and seek Never ending, prey on weak On the drip, never never Sinking teeth, grind together A Town called Desperation Social deprivation Suicidal hesitation This Town called... ©indefinite_mirage desperate #good_night Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White A Town called Desperation Suburban deprivation That look of resignation This Town called Desperation APR and interest fees Rent arrears, life's big squeeze Heat or eat, Friday comes Sink or swim, do the sums Robbing Peter, paying Paul The Man in Black takes it all Six foot tall, above the law? Rat-a-tat-tat, door to door Ain't no game of hide and seek Never ending, prey on weak On the drip, never never Sinking teeth, grind together A Town called Desperation Social deprivation Suicidal hesitation This Town called... ©indefinite_mirage desperate #good_night Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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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 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 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 In the quiet whispers of the dawn, As sunlight filters through the trees, In the gentle rustle of the breeze, Lie the treasures that we seize. A warm smile from a stranger's face, The soft patter of morning rain, A cup of tea in a cozy place, Are the joys that ease our pain. The laughter shared with dearest friends, A book that takes us far away, The time we spend, the love we send, These moments paint our everyday. In the glow of stars on a clear night, The melody of a favorite song, In every hug that feels just right, Are the things that make us strong. Life's greatest gifts aren't grand or loud, They're often found in subtle ways, In the small, the sweet, the unavowed, In the calm of simple days. So cherish each soft fleeting grace, The little things that make us whole, For in these moments, we embrace, The quiet joy that feeds the soul. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Sad_Status Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White In the quiet whispers of the dawn, As sunlight filters through the trees, In the gentle rustle of the breeze, Lie the treasures that we seize. A warm smile from a stranger's face, The soft patter of morning rain, A cup of tea in a cozy place, Are the joys that ease our pain. The laughter shared with dearest friends, A book that takes us far away, The time we spend, the love we send, These moments paint our everyday. In the glow of stars on a clear night, The melody of a favorite song, In every hug that feels just right, Are the things that make us strong. Life's greatest gifts aren't grand or loud, They're often found in subtle ways, In the small, the sweet, the unavowed, In the calm of simple days. So cherish each soft fleeting grace, The little things that make us whole, For in these moments, we embrace, The quiet joy that feeds the soul. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Sad_Status 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 Peace, like a sharp red apple lodged in my throat, Silence, a soft pink tongue, weaving through my lips, Violence, its jagged teeth gnawing at my bones, Voiceless, I fade into a spectral wraith, clinging to life. I watched you drown in others' dreams, Tethered by their expectations, dangling from fraying threads. The scent of distant waters filled your senses, Suffocating, ensnared in their iron fetters. I know of the songs you've never sung, Your hidden desires cloaked beneath a scarlet shroud. They laid out the tapestry for all to behold, While you lingered in the shadows, obscured by the mire. As the world bleeds in silence, I am captive to peace's cold, corridor. ©indefinite_mirage corridor #Sad_Status Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Peace, like a sharp red apple lodged in my throat, Silence, a soft pink tongue, weaving through my lips, Violence, its jagged teeth gnawing at my bones, Voiceless, I fade into a spectral wraith, clinging to life. I watched you drown in others' dreams, Tethered by their expectations, dangling from fraying threads. The scent of distant waters filled your senses, Suffocating, ensnared in their iron fetters. I know of the songs you've never sung, Your hidden desires cloaked beneath a scarlet shroud. They laid out the tapestry for all to behold, While you lingered in the shadows, obscured by the mire. As the world bleeds in silence, I am captive to peace's cold, corridor. ©indefinite_mirage corridor #Sad_Status 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