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Protikha
Protikha
27/M/India Microbiologist, Writer
There is nothing.. No office, No School, No home work No duty, No work pressure, No Meeting No exam, No Interview, No people on foot path. There is nothing.. No one is waiting for you Neither your girlfriend nor your wife. You don’t have to excuse on time and traffic . There is nothing.. No one is there to blame you. No one is there to rise question, On your religious view, On your sexuality, on your Nationality There is nothing. No polution, No protest, No environmental crisis, Neither debate on agreement signed in paris. But only three things is there fear, science and a doubt about who wins.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
The Viral Lockdown
She is mad He loves her madness She has anger at the tip of her nose He find this as very cute She is an introvert That what make him a ditective of her mysterious world. She creat arts He collects all of them She lives in her own world That is all his world to him However, He love her like any lover and she love him like no one can
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
She and Him
I put my fingure on you profile bar to see you clear and have you more closer. That the only thing every time I do. Because, yesterday's tulip still in the garden. When the account blink online I press my side button and go for a sleep. It's now a Enstine relativity, that you are busy with someone's chat or in my dream. It's almost full - text in form of draft. Unspoken word with immature love. I wish to format my brain with full of your picture and smile. But the backup is store in my heart Not in my pendrive. You have me in your contact list I have tag you in my all poem. I am waiting for a morning to pickup that yesterday's tulip still in garden.
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Tulip
He survived by the guilt he had He survived by the memories he share He survived by the water he cried He survived by the reasons he wanted to die He survived by the name he wanted to erase He survived by the dreams he saw But still he survive He survive to see his end game.
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
End Game
Some times I wish If I will end like a poem after couple of lines. With broken stanza,  rhythm unfinished. Some nights I found myself as extraterrestrial, in Mars, in Jupitar then lost across the Kuiper belt So far from the horizon. Some time I wish If it's become true that i never been here myself exist.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
A wish
If I say you girl you are inside my neuron world. Would you belive? Or if I send you a mail MRI scan report attatched. Will you read? Belive me or not. The sparking in my Vegas nerve are not lying. An afgan **** ***** to *** Whiskey to Wine I had tried everything- the doctor pescribed. But,  it's my nercotic nerve stop receiving all signals It polarised at my SA and AV node by your high sugar smile.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Nercotic Nerve
I was in fallin in love when she was the river. Dancing with the sun, in her every small ripples - I shaw her joy. I shaw her joy, by how she reflects the ray with her liquid crystal face and figure. Singing with the birds, her every splash was a chorus. I dreamed her in that way. I dreamed, when she mirror the violets of the flowers. Painted with colours, she was the live canvus of this universe.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Fallin in Love
Survival in nature is always a selfish process. Whereas, Nature itself built selflessly.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Selfish Nature
Weakness haven't any pride in itself, neither it is shame. It is a disease. if you didn't eliminate it in it's first stage, it will be ends up with metastasis.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
Weakness
Hey there! My dear birthday girl. surrounding among friends standing in front of the table, getting redy to slice the cake. Wishper, how do you feel? Have you forgotten me yet? or I'm still remain as bubbles in your heart? Dn't worry! please smile. for me, it's no more painful. I am writing  you, here, from miles away, by blowingout, single candle on a cupcake, a letter of love. Since, throughout the year I'm thinking of you a lot that it's full my brain with billion terabytes by jpeg of your pretty face MP3 voice and by your 4k smile. Oh! You look like a princes, Yes, you do. Hot, young and beautifull. I swear, it's true. It's my wishes that, I will must be there. by your side forever. Like the diray your life time or the status of your time line whatever you will do or wherevere you are. I wish, I will be there. with dark chocolate and red rose In the subways and metroes by holding your hand, I wish, I will be there. I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling Throug your sky. Hey pretty lady you've got me on my knees. Do accept all my apologies. hold me tight, save me inside your cries. If there, still hate growing for me. I deserve to be in prison verily. I so dearly long with brave heart, waiting for your  return as queen in my dream. Happy birthday to you!
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Birthday Girl