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Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
Smell the perfume somewhere
waiting the heart beat
For the arm wrapping gently
The odour is inviting life
for the roseate kisses of death ....

Dear death ,
Please , Don't flirt with life
cause I want affair with you
Love for death
Smriti Ranabhat Sep 2017
Days passed doing nothing
Just with the suffocation of tears
Nights passed doing nothing
Just with the flow of salty water
Loneliness was grown
Along the saddened thoughts ,
Fearful drops of vicious water
Came closer and closer
Yeah ! They played the game
The game of life and death
I won , I got the life
But totally gone in vain
Soul was burning and burning
With the most violent flame of pain
Again the death whishperd
The silent song
" Glommy Sunday "
It was attacked in the sentiment
Then asked to me
If I would be a suicide murderer
Yep ! I agreed
I became a ****** murderer
I murdered my past
I murdered the loneliness
I murdered the broken history
Just loved being a murderer
I painted the life walls
All with the blood of useless fellows
Wow! I took the taste
From then I moved on
In the eternal love life
Where I could divine the landscape
Search for the heart
Dive in the world of imagination
Shape a living arguement
Now , life gets  coloured
that once used to be
Black and white
Smriti Ranabhat Sep 2017
Life is a risky game
Dare to play with it
  Sep 2017 Smriti Ranabhat
Bibek
A comfortable bed, with the fine touch of feathers,

The warmth of heaven, where my body would meander,

I could dream of anything, anything at all
Of beauty, of lust, of bliss, of all
Of happiness I have always wanted to clasp
But with these worn-out hands, povery is all I can grasp

I can dream of nature, that is wishing to pass through me
Of the tying clouds, with each turn turning gloomy

My hands can wrap over all of the flowers
Each of their petal, with my touch in delight
But with my shattered eyes, all I can give them is fright

Only in my sleep, I become a dreamer
While I am awake, I feel worse than the reaper

My scent disgusts even the winds
That break upon me
Like my shattered dreams

And though my dreams and my comforts are all in a nap
The stale street and its cold is all I can have
A poem on poverty and a person's resentment over his conditions
What the society thinks of him and what he thinks of himself
Smriti Ranabhat Jul 2017
We are matched so perfectly
Two minds but a single thought
Our chemistry is stronger than dipole forces
Simply looks like a love of gravity is brought

Like the blood in the veins and arteries
An eruption of emotions rapidly flows
I have covalent bond with you
When I see you , every time a hurricane blows

Our hearts are so crazy like electron
Close enough as nucleons are held tight
Our relation is too positive as proton
Even the feelings travel faster than light

You are my adenine and I'm your thymine
We are so nicely and perfectly paired
Like the sharing of genes in cell division
Every ups and downs are mutually shared

When you try to create any triple bond
I will make the rain of bomb so fast
Remember that if a wrong electrical charge enters
It can lead the whole circuit to be blast

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