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White What’s lost cannot be found. When you don’t know what’s gone, Yet everyone around you seems to see A piece of you is missing, silently withdrawn. But still, you wander, unaware, Clueless to what slipped away, While the world watches, knowing full well Something in you has begun to fray ©indefinite_mirage found #good_night Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White What’s lost cannot be found. When you don’t know what’s gone, Yet everyone around you seems to see A piece of you is missing, silently withdrawn. But still, you wander, unaware, Clueless to what slipped away, While the world watches, knowing full well Something in you has begun to fray ©indefinite_mirage found #good_night 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 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 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 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

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Happy independence day ©Manoj Kumar Patel dilkush kumar Monu Solanki Tripti kumari Anshu writer Banamali Jena

Happy independence day ©Manoj Kumar Patel dilkush kumar Monu Solanki Tripti kumari Anshu writer Banamali Jena