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White If the doors broke down Of your suffocating house Will you still put up the façade Of having a home sweet home? If the doors broke down Of all your smouldering dreams Will you still be very adamant That dreams are a child's play? If the doors broke down Of the crimes against you Will you still remain nonchalant And say forgive and forget? If the doors broke down Of the tensed situational life span Will you not step out and Start a dopamine serotonin dance? If the doors broke down Of those fake "goody two shoes" Will you blame yourself And impose self exile till death? If the doors broke down Of all the unhappy memories Will you not rejoice And start afresh once again? ©indefinite_mirage house #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White If the doors broke down Of your suffocating house Will you still put up the façade Of having a home sweet home? If the doors broke down Of all your smouldering dreams Will you still be very adamant That dreams are a child's play? If the doors broke down Of the crimes against you Will you still remain nonchalant And say forgive and forget? If the doors broke down Of the tensed situational life span Will you not step out and Start a dopamine serotonin dance? If the doors broke down Of those fake "goody two shoes" Will you blame yourself And impose self exile till death? If the doors broke down Of all the unhappy memories Will you not rejoice And start afresh once again? ©indefinite_mirage house #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no Worries. ©indefinite_mirage worries #hindi_diwas Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no Worries. ©indefinite_mirage worries #hindi_diwas Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White What if rain were the evaporated tears of people, rising silently to the sky, gathering in clouds heavy with untold stories? Each drop would carry the weight of a sorrow, a whispered goodbye, or a moment of unspoken pain. When the heavens could no longer bear the burden, they would weep, not in fury, but in the quiet despair of all that has been held inside for too long. And as the tears fall, they soak the earth, not to cleanse, but to remind us that some sorrows never fade, that some pain lingers in the soil, seeping deeper with every storm, leaving the world a little darker with each passing rain. ©indefinite_mirage day #happy_independence_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White What if rain were the evaporated tears of people, rising silently to the sky, gathering in clouds heavy with untold stories? Each drop would carry the weight of a sorrow, a whispered goodbye, or a moment of unspoken pain. When the heavens could no longer bear the burden, they would weep, not in fury, but in the quiet despair of all that has been held inside for too long. And as the tears fall, they soak the earth, not to cleanse, but to remind us that some sorrows never fade, that some pain lingers in the soil, seeping deeper with every storm, leaving the world a little darker with each passing rain. ©indefinite_mirage day #happy_independence_day Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Real? Or not? ©indefinite_mirage real #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Real? Or not? ©indefinite_mirage real #love_shayari Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White In the reflective glass, I glimpsed my essence. Wondering how fast I grew up, Pondering how me isn't me anymore. In the reflective glass, I tallied my lessons, Recalling memories that are greying up. Blossoming in a love that wasn't made for me. ©indefinite_mirage glass #Sad_shayri Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White In the reflective glass, I glimpsed my essence. Wondering how fast I grew up, Pondering how me isn't me anymore. In the reflective glass, I tallied my lessons, Recalling memories that are greying up. Blossoming in a love that wasn't made for me. ©indefinite_mirage glass #Sad_shayri Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White When you meet a swordsman, draw your sword. Do not recite poetry to one who's not a poet. ©indefinite_mirage yep #sad_shayari Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

White When you meet a swordsman, draw your sword. Do not recite poetry to one who's not a poet. ©indefinite_mirage yep #sad_shayari Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

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White Open hairs turned into tied ones Aims turned into promises and responsibilities Dressing up to look good turned into dressing up to feel comfortable Studying for marks turned into studying for leave those toxic mentality of poeple and city Revenge turned into forgiveness And expectations turned into acceptence Love turned into trust and respect ©indefinite_mirage poem #CAT Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

White Open hairs turned into tied ones Aims turned into promises and responsibilities Dressing up to look good turned into dressing up to feel comfortable Studying for marks turned into studying for leave those toxic mentality of poeple and city Revenge turned into forgiveness And expectations turned into acceptence Love turned into trust and respect ©indefinite_mirage poem #CAT Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash