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  Better Late Than Never ~Srimoyee Dutta   The memory of our farewell party lingered like a bittersweet melody, a silent echo of unspoken goodbyes. I yearned to etch his image permanently in my mind, a tangible reminder of stolen glances and whispered conversations. Yet, courage fled me at the crucial moment, leaving me with a hollow ache and a photograph uncaptured. The following days were a haunting montage of stolen moments replaying on a loop in my mind: the shy brush of shoulders in the hallway, the electric spark when our fingertips grazed as we exchanged papers, the way his gaze seemed to linger just a beat too long. These seemingly insignificant interactions sent fluttering butterflies through my stomach, leaving me inexplicably sad whenever he wasn't around. Was I the only one who noticed these subtle nuances? Did his heart skip a beat as well, or was it simply wishful thinking - fueled by a yearning I couldn't articulate? The stolen glances, if there were any, o...

  Love's Tapestry  ~Srimoyee Dutta                 For the nurturers, love blooms in gentle acts, A warm embrace that soothes life's bitter facts. For the whispers, it's secrets shared, Vulnerability bared, burdens unafraid. For the healers, love's a balm so sweet, Mending wounds with touch, ever so discreet. For the romantics, it's a whispered sigh, A stolen glance beneath a starlit sky. For the artists, it's a brush's stroke, Passion poured on canvas, every heart-felt spoke. For the playful souls, it's laughter's light, A spontaneous dance in pale moonlight. For the poets, it's sonnets penned in dew, Each verse a testament, forever true. For the warriors, it's the strength to fight, Side by side, bathed in love's eternal light. For the givers, it's a crimson rose, A token placed where affection softly glows. For the dreamers, it's whispered desires, Shared fantasies set ablaze by soul's own fires. For the adventurers, it...

A Masterpiece Broken ~Srimoyee Dutta            In the moonlit night, a soul so rare, Cute and tender, eyes with a distant stare. A heart that weeps, though it smiles so bright, A puzzle of beauty, shattered like glass in the night. Romantic whispers in laughter's sweet tune, Yet hidden sadness beneath the pale moon. A masterpiece broken, a work of art, I see the fragments, scattered and torn apart. In their aloofness, a fortress they've built, A sanctuary guarded, emotions quilt. I long to be the glue, the healing touch, Mend their heart, show them they're enough. Let's turn tears into hopeful streams, Unravel layers and explore their dreams. In shadows and light, a passionate start, A fiery redemption of their beautiful, shattered heart.

  For The Boy I Love ~ Srimoyee Dutta               For the boy I love, these words I pour, With burning passion to my core. You set my heart ablaze with desire, And with you I feel like I can fly higher. Your touch ignites a flame within, And in your arms I forget all sin. Your lips are the sweetest nectar, And your embrace, my safe protector. Your eyes, so deep and intense, Draw me in with their magnetic sense. For the boy I love, these words I write, With all my heart, they take flight. You are the sunshine on a cloudy day, And with you, everything seems okay. Your smile is like a ray of light, That makes my world so bright. Your laughter is music to my ears, And in your presence, I have no fears. Your smile is sunshine on a gloomy day, And in your arms all worries fade away. Your laughter is a medicine for my soul, And in your company, I feel whole. You are kind, gentle, and so true, And I am grateful for everything you do. You make me fe...

  Wheel Of Love💞 ~Srimoyee Dutta                      I tell everyone including myself, That I'm over you, but I'm really not. I think about you less and less, But maybe that's because I've gotten  Better at pushing the thoughts out. The thoughts of how much i need you, Your touch, your taste, your mind, your love, And I've been able to control them. But when the city sleeps and control slips, All the thoughts pour back into my mind. I still love you baby, But the only one to know, Is my drenched pillow at 4 am. Because when I talked to you, I knew it was true, That I would fall in love with you, And for six whole months,  you loved me too! Now I can't get over you. My heart feels torn, And ripped apart, Cause I'm right back at the Start. As I sit here crying, needing, wishing, That you were here with me!

The Cry Of A Broken Heart  ~Srimoyee Dutta I can no longer talk to you No more texts, phone calls or emails, I can no longer hug you or kiss you. All I can do is talk about you, Reminisce about the good times, Obsess over the bad. Replaying the last conversation over and over again,  Watching it all fall apart, Like a horror movie on repeat. And now I pay someone to listen, An hour a week to get out the pain. To talk about you with love, anger and pain. She calms me through the same conversations, Fears and thoughts I have to voice again and again, Will I be happy again? I don't understand what went wrong, I don't get how you could end things so suddenly! Feels like just yesterday that you were calling me "baby", And telling me you loved me ! I guess we were never meant to be, And I gave myself to you for nothing. Because now we are no longer "we", This isn't you, I can't let you go, We were different, Maybe you will change your mind. She reassures m...

  Reality Check ~Srimoyee Dutta I knew it was imminent, but that doesn't make it hurt any less For a long time we were going down different paths, But still I held on to the chance that we might go back to where we used to be I could ask you to stay, But there's really nothing left to say. I think it is going to be emotional and long But I know I am strong I guess we just grew apart But it still hurts in my heart. We went days without speaking or a single text, And all I could do was wonder what was next. Even when things were bad, I never thought this relationship would end, Broken hearts I thought we could mend As I write this, memories flood me, They remind me of all we used to be I've got no energy to cry How did we get this far, and why did something so special have to die? I knew it was over when we started doing things on our own You got so distant and I was alone There are many nights when you're all that's on my mind And days when I can't get out of my ...

  The Staircase to Heaven ~Srimoyee Dutta        On a bright, summer day, the residents of Oklahoma were all busy with their house chores as the weekend rolled on. Kids were playing in the park, and almost everyone else was inside their house, enjoying the summer with a bowl of ice-cream and their cool parlor from the air-conditioning. Our story takes place in one such house, where Noah Stark and his wife, Ella Stark were enjoying an early Sunday brunch. The loving couple had recently shifted to the neighborhood, after their marriage five months ago. It was a quiet place, and almost all residents knew each other. The neighborhood felt like an extended family.  On this particular day, it happened to be Ella's birthday, her first birthday since she married Noah. She had expected it to be very special, and so it had been. She had woken up to sweet good morning kisses, and had a perfect hot bath. She was treated to the most amazing Sunday brunch she could have ...

  The Triangle Of Love    ~Srimoyee Dutta       I fell in love with the way you look at her, And everything else is a blur. I fell in love with the way you talk about her, And how you could go on and on forever! I fell in love with the way you care for her. I wish someone would hold me, The way you wrap your hands around her. I wish someone would yearn for me,  The same way you yearn to get a glimpse of her! Sometimes I wish someone would worry for me, Just like you worry about her. And sometimes it makes me feel jealous of her, Because I know no one would ever love me, In the way that you love her!

Love Is Never Lost? ~ Srimoyee Dutta      He's handsome and he's tall A little bit tanned From playing football Looks like someone come from Dreamland. He looks so cute Joyful and smart Looks his best in a suit Knows how to steal the heart. I try not to get attached And keep my distance But my heart's already snatched, I'll need special assistance. He isn't mysterious, He just doesn't care. This isn't serious, It's just a dare! Every time I look at him I can't help but wonder Why couldn't I have known him, When we were a little bit younger? Maybe things would have been different  If we started talking sooner, He can't be that ignorant, I hope he sees that in the future. My heart was burnt. And my love lost. That was a lesson learnt, At a very great cost.

The Eyes Have It ~Srimoyee Dutta        Blue were his eyes A little paler than the skies Sparkling so bright Like dew in sunlight Big and round like they were a gem Just can't get enough of gazing into them One look, and you can fall in love instantly So deep, you can stay lost in them for an eternity With joy or with sorrow could they be shining But not for once can they stop being stunning They can be keen, watchful and expressive Sometimes anxious, tired and pensive Eyes are the windows to the body and the soul Some are grey, green or brown and some black as coal  Blue were his eyes A little paler than the skies Sparkling so bright Like dew in sunlight