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Mr X Feb 2015
Her face isn't the best
But her smile is great.
Her nose isn't that perfect
But her voice is like velvet.

No one tries to find her heart
And so she reveals her heart to papers.

She writes about love
And about all the people she loves.
She writes about all their feelings
And about all their joys and miseries.

And the people she writes about,
Are the ones whom she'll never see or know perhaps.

And still in this brilliant way,
She captures their stories and
Her own heart in her soulful music
And gives it to the world to discover.

And that's why perhaps,
She's called a star.
No one tries to find her heart
Coz' she has already given it to all of us.
Mr X Jan 2015
Most beautiful and ugliest.
Most sacred and polluted.
So similar and contrastive.
So creative and destructive.

Filling up lives and emptying it.
Filling up places and abandoning it.

People...


They'll never really know how
beautiful they are.
Mr X Jan 2015
Sometimes you may feel out of place,
But that doesn't mean you
should stop exploring.
Become a nomad if your
surroundings don't suit you,
But **don't ever stop travelling.
Mr X Jan 2015
Our world is a union of millions of thoughts,
And reality constitutes only a negligible part of its beauty.

What our minds perceive is only a phaneron,
And that constitutes only a negligible part of reality.
  Jan 2015 Mr X
Pradip Chattopadhyay
life is far better
in not having an answer
and reaching
a dead end.
Mr X Jan 2015
The more we come to know,
The lesser knowledge we seem to have.
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