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 A blog with known words. |
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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question. These are logically described in this blog post. I hope you will enjoy it very much. |
Interconnected Silvern The crab moved sideways. An acute shyness always. Sunlight slanted. A moment unguided. We learned to lean. Meeting the keen. Angle of the breeze, Peaceful activities. Lines: 8 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Dusk Moment Silvern Triple, spills, A sudden bright cascade, Warming the cool air. A triple note rings clear. A high, sweet, tiny sound, Echoing softly. Triple shadows stretched, As the sun dips low now, The day's end beckons. Lines: 9 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Omission of Words Silvern The space left empty, A too-long breath was taken. That remained untold. Echoes are louder now. A missing comma, The pause that changes everything. Silence remains everywhere. Reflecting the omission of words. That shouldn't happen. Lines: 9 Prompt ▶︎ |
| The Ode of Old-age Silvern The scene rises. A deep warmth, From the worn armchair. A hidden strength acts, Stretched and stained, Bearing the memory of the sun. Fingers trace the grain, An area map, Where life has happened. The rich, dark-brown, Like old coffee grounds settled, Or the bark of a strapping tree. A jacket hangs on the door. Ready for the evening cold, A second skin waiting. It speaks about the journey. Of boots that have walked miles, A burden holding firmly. Tough yet humble, This skin remembers the shape. A silent and reliable comfort. A satisfying weight, The sound of a wallet snapping shut, Holding secrets and small coins. Leather goes through, It softens with care. A beautiful ageing. Lines: 27 This poem is dedicated to Jayne   Jayne Prompt ▶︎ |
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An Experience Of a Morning Silvern Sunrise paints the dusty road. She pulls her hat low. The chain in hand, a familiar weight. Her dog, Beauty, trots ahead. She told Beauty a wild rhyme And takes a happy, quick breath. Past the sleepy farmhouses. Past the whispering corn, The rhythm is steady. A shared water bottle stops the muddy paws. Cleaning hands. Nature unfolds just for them. She smiles. Miles melt beneath their ease-going. Lines: 14 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Sad Moments Silvern The earth breaths deep after the long thirst. No more breakable shell, The dust is whispering away on the wind. Forget the landscape of thirst, Where every shadow was a wish. Let the ground soften now. Drink deeply of the sky's gift. We want the yielding, The dark, rich promise beneath the feet. A surface smooth enough to hold reflection, Not the jagged memory of drought. This is the time for slow seep. The silence is strengthening. No breakable edges, no fear of collapsing. Just the cool, honest place where new things begin. Lines: 14 Prompt ▶︎ |
| The Tremor Silvern A sudden shaking in the ground. A little tremor could be found. I fell and broke my left arm, Feeling nervous and hoping for further harm. The floor beneath began to oscillate. It was at too fast a rate. At last, that tremor ended. Everything was destroyed. Lines: 8 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Realisation Silvern After another weekend of dating, He dropped me off at my house. His car went away from me I could listen to his known horn. The sound became too low. My heart requested him to come back. But it remained unspoken. Suddenly... After a few minutes, I heard his car's horn. Was it possible? He told me that he realised I had called him. So he came back, again, here. I understood that we were soulmates to each other. Lines: 14 Prompt ▶︎ |
The Hurried Moments Silvern Rushing dawn lights come here. Coffee is ready for drinking. Interview timing slips away quickly. Time is running so fast. Breath catching in my throat. The world moves so fast. Slowing down feels too strange. Just a moment to pause. Lines: 8 Prompt ▶︎ |
My Journey Silver A gentle rise on the surface of something vast. No need to kick. No desperate grab for shore. The sun softly warms the eyelids And the waves of water, a study, are quite rhythmic. The world sloped slightly, a slow, easy oscillation. Borders bThe bordersween the blue above And the blue below. My body is a small, unburdened boat, held easily oscillating. Thoughts, like scattered leaves, Move past without catching. I'm suspended between ups and downs, A breath held lightly, Then release softly into the calm and wide air. A perfect, temporary ease. Simply being where the current wishes to take me. Lines: 16 Prompt ▶︎ |
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