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Dipanwita Dey Poem
Rejuvenation
She was too in love,
Until reality hit her,
She was too involved,
Until the love shattered her.
She could say a million words,
But they all were senseless,
She could sing a heartbreak song,
But that would have been soulless.
The love
intoxicated her ,
Tormented her,
murdered her
shedding tears and
pain inside she hid.
Sending signs
of chaos from within,
the line between love
and her was so thin.
all these years she was stuck in the trap of her first false love.
She was like a storm,
fiery and destructive,
She was fighting her own battle,
Out the shell of fake love
she found her first love,
True love in the mirror reflection,
Embracing the pieces of her soul,
She learnt to love herself.
As she removed the blindfold from her eyes,
Like dark sees the light,
In the journey of disproving by the true love,
She finds her first love, She finally becomes her one
TRUE LOVE.
Copyright © Dipanwita Dey | Year Posted 2023
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She was born in the midnight,
hidden behind a dream curtain,
Unaware of all the odds,
Surrounded by the gloominess.
She was a girl in the land of
Patriarchy.
She was the brightest star in her sky,
She was a bird , who wasn't afraid of
Spreading her wings to fly,
She was stronger than the steel,
She was the voice of the voiceless.
She was a free sprit, a free soul in the misogynistic world.
At the dawn as the last star blinked out,
they tormented her
Trimmed her wings,
Shattered her dreams,
caged her for being the voice,
Snatched her freedom,
"How could you fly ,
How could you breath ,
How could you roam around,
How could you be the voice"....they laughed.
They thought they could make her silent,
But, they have failed,
She was a miracle, she was a warrior,
She was different than the rest,
She was the bravest girl that everyone
Knew would rise up,
The fear, weakness, hopelessness died,
Strength, power, compassion, bravery was born.
Copyright © Dipanwita Dey | Year Posted 2021
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Dipanwita Dey Poem
Petrichor
(n.)
The pleasant earthy smell after rain.
You touch me under the cloudburst,
And paint me with your fragrance,
As we walk through the wet meadow,
The pleasant scent of petrichor carries us like buoyant hummingbird chirping,
The earthiness in the smell penetrates
the elegance better than a moonset,
better than the rose fragrance.
I find myself staring at your mesmeric
gaze,
Wanting to be lost in your earthiness,
Shower you with my compassionate love,
As you touch me under the cloudburst,
And whisper in my ears,
"My love, All my broken melodies, rhythms easily get dispersed whenever the petrichor appears."
Copyright © Dipanwita Dey | Year Posted 2021
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