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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.

  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 ...