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Dead Roses and Dead Soul

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Dead Roses and Dead Soul No one saw his major loss


Every morning 
walking up to miles
he collects roses
with the hope
he can give them to her one day Every afternoon
forgetting disappointments
he collects hope
with the dream 
she will be with him one day Even by the end of the day,
those fading roses on his desk
and depressed soul within him,
both continue to live
with a desire of reconciliation someday Times changed
but she didn’t. His soul continues to breathe
he sprays water to roses
hoping neither of them dies
hoping they both live for one more day
where they can hope for one more. She never came back
she decided she won’t. Roses withered and died
his soul grieved and died.
He buried roses and his soul
with no hope of a further journey
with no desire for tomorrow. All saw dead roses
being sorry for its loss
but the dead soul within him
no one cared to search
and remained invisible forever. Suraj Ghimire 2020 This poem was first posted on https://medium.com/storymake

~* The Strangers in Need *~

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~* The Strangers in Need *~

I was at the Kurla Station at 3.45Pm. I was getting late to attain my computer class at 4 pm. Moreover I was very tired. “Movie in college hour, and then Chinese Food at Matunga Road” It wasn’t a boring schedule but I was totally exhausted but the guilt of bunking a few lectures supported & strengthen my will to attain the computer class.

Train to Panvel was about to arrive on platform no 7 so I waited to rush and climb the stairs but an unreliable motion of two visually impaired men caught my eye. They were trying to reach the upper level of the platform bridge with the help of the steel handle of the stairs. I asked them “aap kaha pe jaa rahe ho?”

They replied; “platform number 8 pe jaana hai, ye bridge chadna hai..” I noticed immediately, it is the same platform where I am going… showing them a little direction or helping them a little won’t give me the similar pleasure of taking them to their destination.

Although they hadn’t ask for any h…

Love is in the air

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Time was changing, and I wanted to adopt this change. I wanted to dream, and I wanted to achieve a lot of unachievable goals of a realistic dream in my life. On every moment, I lost, I used to make myself more determined to climb the summit I have ever even imagined to reach.

This time it looked like I lost everything. My ever calm mind had started asking many questions of why, why, and why? But even in this tensed moment, my heart never stopped dreaming. Unachievable dream leads to instability and high curiosity in life; I could realize it once again because this time, things were completely different.


Neha, Neha, and Neha… although my mind was assured of not getting this beautiful black beauty in my life, the other part of my body had not stopped showing its unusual characteristics when she used to rise in my surrounding. She was engaged, my heart knew it and even my mind. Still, I had not stopped praying for her. Yet, she has not stopped coming in my dreams, not only to be my insp…