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Best Poems Written by Dipanwita Dey

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Rejuvenation

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.

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Petrichor

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."

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Resurrection

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.

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He Will Find Love Again

He Will Find Love Again

Love was the shield that guarded his heart,
A sky of clouds protecting his universe.
He was playful, innocent, full of light—
Determined to conquer the world with his sight.

But his strength began to fade
As love slipped quietly away—
Not out of betrayal,
But for the hope of something better.

He watched it disappear
Like grains of sand through trembling fingers.
And so, he vanished too—
Into his shell,
Fighting silent battles
No one could see.

He cloaked his soul
In Shayari, vintage memories, and solitude—
The shattered pieces of him still waiting
To be found.

Unaware, a new love was approaching,
Fresh as the first light after a storm.
It gently sought to solve his puzzles,
To mend his soul.

Like a phoenix,
His love would rise again.
She—bursting with color—
Would paint his blank canvas
With a stroke of hope.

He will be reborn.
He will find love again.
In the ashes of hopelessness,
hell find love again.

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Ray of Us

The love is overpowering,
the insecurities buried beneath the shadow of helplessness.

The desperation to touch your soul,
your unspoken words,
your life’s puzzles—
it veils my mind like an illusion.

You are slipping away from my fingertips,
you are hiding your broken pieces.
You have sealed your lips with untold stories.
You are evaporating into the twilight.
You are pushing the boundaries of your unseen self,
you have consumed yourself in disguise.

But I ---

I’ll be the listener of your never-heard stories—
stories that unleash the pain within.
I’ll be the beam of light to guide you through the anguish,
through the alleys of memory lane,
through the scattered pieces of your soul.

You and I ---
We will illuminate our world with a ray of hope.
We will find our love in a hopeless place.

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In the quite, You stayed

In English, we say:
"I can't stop thinking about you."

But in poetry, we say:
I know we just met,
but I couldn't sleep last night—
your voice played on repeat in the quiet corners of my mind.

This morning, I kept wondering...
how it feels when someone runs their fingers through your hair,
how your heart responds to a touch that speaks without words.

What do you grab to eat when you're rushing out the door?
How do you look with sleep in your eyes and your hair in beautiful disarray?

I know it's too soon,
but I don’t want to let you drift away.
I know we just met, but last night you kept me awake ----

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The House Of Cards We Called Home

I never realized until I noticed
a part of me had dissolved
in the intoxication of you.
That missing piece was never mine—
it had always belonged to you.

I never noticed
how my sleep slipped away
into an ocean of thoughts
I couldn’t solve.

I wrapped myself in your thoughts—
thoughts that were not all true.

I lost a part of me
just to preserve the image of you,
etched deep in my heart,
in my soul,
in my mind.

I waited for an eternity
for the silence to break,
for the smile that never stayed.
I clung to the last sweet melody
that still echoes in my ears.

I couldn’t break the wall
you built around yourself
to protect your heartbreak.
A thousand times I tried and fell,
But the longing to be called yours
kept me chasing a million ways, 
to hold on to a beautiful delusion I built in my fairytale. 

I wish I could have a glance of your mysterious world.
Instead,
I built a house of cards,
believing it could be our forever home—
never noticing how it crumbled each day.
Still, I kept collecting the pieces,
like a hopeless soul
thinking it had found its forever place.

I never realized
until I emptied myself
just to carry your broken pieces as mine.
I never realized
I let you leave your fingerprints on my heart,
knowing they would haunt me
until my last breath.

I lost a piece of myself
just to keep the forever you.

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Sanctified in Sin

Calm entity
entered in disguise,
silence before the scream,
walked in flesh and clotted blood.

No empathy,
no sympathy—
only rage and a ticking bomb.

Each slay, barbaric despair.
Each pulse, a metronome of fate.
Each breath, a ticking alibi.
Invasion. Foul play.

Mind occupied,
inquiring around—
an art of silent prayers
no one understands.
Lucifer commands, all in delusion.
Garnished trophies to remember the names.
No fumbling, no rambling—
only mind-twisted monsters,
carved in bones and thirsty for more.

Breathe in fresh air,
roam through crowded spaces,
slow and calm,
wearing a veil of illusion.
Wearing gloves of blood,
just like you and me—
he vanishes into thin air.
He doesn’t chase,
doesn’t flee,
just the blade cutting through—
then smiles in your mirrors,
Whispers the satanic lullabies,
a cold-blooded monster 
burried in a coffin 
that nobody knows.