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The Puzzle Maker

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every piece of art is a puzzle with infinite solution..
August 24, 2016
 

Aren't we all graves? Thinking about dead relations all the time, aren't we all graves? Walking with memories we want to kill, aren't we all murderers?
Aren't we all thieves? Stealing people's tears to wet our eyes, aren't we all thieves?
Visiting hundreds of places in chain of thoughts, aren't we all wanderers?
  
                     The Puzzle Maker
            

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August 24, 2016
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No matter how much you try, you won't be able to forget the taste of freedom you once lived with, of childhood you were once friend with. When we weren't afraid of flying planes and rowing boats, a paper was all it took with proper wind or proper flow. But then we always wanted to grow, and hopes and aspirations broghts fears that now has entagled our hearts. We are not child anymore, we are not free anymore.
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August 18, 2016
Howrah, India

It's just weird to think that people don't have dark things or black moments. You have the freedom to idealize people by removing dirt, and so will I have, to call that stupid. Now don't judge it as positive and negative, it's just truth.
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August 17, 2016
Howrah, India

Every day during lunch break I stand near the window to feel the wind and rain, and there I see this same glimpse in which I climb on the pane and jump out. It crosses my mind every day.

Then there is this road I cross, and while crossing it comes again. The bus painted red and blue that speeds and run upon me and I don’t even shout. I don’t know what this subconscious mind is up to.

The words I swallowed, still taste bitter like poison in my mouth, and choke me at times and I see that glimpse again, a blade and my throat, and lot of words dissolved in blood gushing out. I wonder I will ever get rid of them.

I see these nightmares in bright daylight and still my heart stays calm like ...

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August 13, 2016
Howrah, India

So many times I have swallowed, gulped what should have been let out, only to be bugged with heavy heart.
There is something beautiful about how words become tears when no one is around, isn't it?
                
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August 13, 2016
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It's loneliness that helps you realise that people you considered yours were never so.

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August 1, 2016
Howrah, India

How beautiful it would be to love a face made of words, to taste a tongue coated with secrets and to write poems on each other in dim light. How beautiful would it be to meet a new you every time, to know that we are reborn several times in one life?

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June 5, 2016
Howrah, India

Of lost things

I don’t know where it was, maybe among the dark colonies of our organs, inside that conical cage of bones. But it was there when I cried for the first time, or when I kicked mom from inside. When I used to cry for that grip of your palms, above the ground, near your heart, it was there back then when I needed someone’s shoulder to rest my chin on, or someone’s lap to sleep. But ever since, it has never been the same. I remember how people used to come to me and promise to give me a candy if I spoke what they like, and I did, exchanging candy for something. Something was lost, in an amount so minute that no one noticed. When I first hid my poor marks, when I lied for being abse...

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July 27, 2016
Howrah, India

             

        What is silence,
       if not heartbeats
        and deep breaths.

       The Puzzle Maker

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July 25, 2016
Howrah, India

But then all the mask I have weared and all the charcters I have been were just illusions. I am not them, I am just feelings, just that child I used to be. More careful, cautious of how my tongue rolls or how I walk down the road. I have to remind myself that I am not child anymore, that I have grown. But all that has really grown is the demon within me. Lonely like hell, searching for himself in every other men. I am not the mask I have worn and characters I have shown, I am much more.
                              
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July 24, 2016
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    But will you take regrets
         to to your grave too?

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July 20, 2016
Howrah, India

And if I will paint myself all black with white spots sprinkled upon; will you stare me just like you stare the night sky? Or is it all just about infinity, one that makes you feel tender.

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July 20, 2016
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And even differently coloured hands, cast the same shadow.
        
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July 19, 2016
Howrah, India

I don’t know how to say, say that we are here now, our hands behaving like kids trying to fill gaps; but future might not be the same, because I have felt this energy that is taking over my body bit by bit every day. I want you to know, that I am not the only one you should connect with, life has to continue.
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July 18, 2016
 




I wish I could say without hesitation that I am dark, and broke, and I know that you can feel that behind my cracked smile, and excessive laugh, but I don’t like the way you try to change that. I just don’t know how to convey that this darkness, it’s a part of me and it hurts when someone can’t understand it.

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July 16, 2016
Howrah, India

Last night I wondered whom would I love and a face made of words flashed in my mind.

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July 15, 2016
Howrah, India

People, oh don't trust them, they will be illogical and say logic doesn't work here, and If you let them, they will start deciding for you and say that they have seen life and they know better.

But you don't have to listen to them. Just know that life will teach you. Don't let someone tell you that they know better, don't let anyone be your voice.

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July 14, 2016
 

             You know nothing
                 about my rage,
         you haven't seen inside  
                     my mind.

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June 30, 2016
Howrah, India

Some say sky is the limit,
Unaware that we are all stars and constellations, attracting each other in some way or another.
There isn't any limit,
There is just this ever expanding space
Calling us, to make our own galaxy.
Or maybe, our own universe.
Maybe it's feeling lonely out there,
Expanding into nothing.
Maybe it wants to expand into us.
But among uncertain reasons,
Lies a certain result,
There are no limits,
Just infinity, ever expanding infinity.

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June 28, 2016
 

#freedom

*Under this skin*

Under this skin, we are all bones tangled in muscles, over which veins and nerves are mating like snakes. We are all truth tangled in emotions, over which fear of vulnerability is sowing its seeds. We are emptiness trapped in chaos, expanding like space into our life. We are regrets tangled in memories, numbing our brain, poisoning our mind. We are voices trapped in throat, afraid of the world that mocks for speaking your mind. We are souls tangled in bonds, restricting our freedom and calling it sacrifice.

I want to seep in, slip into my blood stream and reach my heart. I want to dust it, and untwine the string of lies, distrust and emotions dark. I want to fr...

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June 27, 2016
Howrah, India

    

Our generation is all about freeing our body and caging our soul. We have got it all wrong.

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June 25, 2016
Howrah, India

I am, and you are, just a dream, an imagination that makes us smile. And there are 3 layers of skin, hiding all of it. Yes, presentation matters more than reality....:(
  
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June 25, 2016
Howrah, India

Does this make sense to you?

I  don’t know how many of you feel, feel yourself like I do, feel the energies inside you, and how those unused energies, gets disturbed by petty matters and turn into negative vibes oscillating inside our body finding way out, though screams, shouts, cries and in some cases ooze out from cuts.                                           
Have you ever felt movements, ever seen the way your hands type, coordinating fingers pressing the keys, it’s beautiful to notice the change of speed with your emotions. And have you ever spoken and not said words. Have you read and felt each word slipping from your tongue, intoned by mouth and lungs, tasting the syllables? Have...

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June 23, 2016
Howrah, India

No matter how much we like roses
Inside, there are thorns pricking us, telling us to peel of its petals, or crush it in our book.

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June 23, 2016
Howrah, India

     Some things stir volcanoes in my heart
and lava flows down my cheeks.

       
  

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June 20, 2016
 

          When I see you
         admiring yourself,
          looking at your
        flowing fingers when
         you dance and smile,
       connecting two galaxies.
   
      I wish to steal your heart.

          
          The Puzzle Maker

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June 10, 2016
 

Night, thoughts, questions...can you answer? Can you help?

Night, it’s dark, or is light, away from the noises or with our silence, nothingness. We question life, our existence and or feel dead. Dead as in alive yet immobile, unaware of what lies outside, or inside, a blank conscience, an unfeeling brain, unaffected by time, uninterestingly also called sleep.
What intrigues me is a questioning mind, one which fear, not the darkness of night, but the one inside; lack of knowledge, about time and life. Don’t you fear? Being alive, away from his touch, or being as near to him as this shirt on your body. Who knows, it might be the closest thing to us, and might take us away from the ones we ca...

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June 8, 2016
Howrah, India

If you understand this...

     
    This is so terrible.
                 I love it.

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June 3, 2016
 

                  You can't deny.   
    Our 2A.M. vibes are coherent.
    The only time we can connect
         with any homo sapiens.

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June 3, 2016
Howrah, India

I love you.
I miss you.
I don't know which emotion
affects me more.

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