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Puzzled mind & shaky hands, Happiness bubbles in the air; I see my neurotic soul turns radiant, slowly with the verses recited through my lips. I want to freeze this precious moment locked in the deepest corner of my heart; to cherish & to cheer with my pen. Oh yes! I am dancing on the rhythms of my lyrics which my thoughts scribbled. I wish if i could embellish the diary,newly gifted; with the soothing rays of moon & with the scintillating sparks of stars. The diary where my dreams are seeded, & the diary which i always needed; the diary where my thoughts to be destined, & the diary where my soul & poems to be entwined. The sky seems red & blue, & my rising glee finds no clue. Everywhere the flowers of my fate blossom, & i look forward to kiss the sky free of chasm. Till the day hard work,love & passion will exist; my diary will hold the beauty of art in its fist. ~©storytellersuchismita

Stones by stones i conjugate, to make the bridge of my strength. Unravelling the darker sides of my heart, to fight with the evil landslides. I want to have my footprints prominent, on this place , -slippery & vulnerable; But can't save the floods that are to come, the storms that are to thrash, the tremors that are to strike, & the giant cavities that are to make voids. Drops by drops i fuse, to make a ocean of my courage. Unveiling the doors of my fear; which stand upon the era of orthodoxes. I want to nurture my mindset, & to dust off the frail beliefs. But can't lock the tricks that are to bewitch, the confusions that are to make traps, the false hopes that are to be embedded, & the fraudulent beckons that are to do wizardry. But the bridge & the ocean, assembled by myself, can break the stereotypes of limitations, Of fear, of glooms, of sobs & of lies. A coalescence of them are reminiscents of; An assertion, an inner trust &

◾Hickeys◾ The red prints in my skin, clicked so many clues on your mind. Some perceived me characterless, & some tagged me with "Whore". Still i don't pay a damn heed; as i know they are the bruises of my love, for they hold the passion we carry between us & for they're the emblem of love's purity. I know how beguiling it is to feel intensely, to feel the love & heal the entire mind. The prints on my shoulder & neck, decorate the pious intentions the god gave. He craved for my heart & reached to my skin. I don't pity a bit for attempting this pure sin. Who are the society to judge our love? As we are bound with the loyalty's handcuff. The unmapped trust destined into it, crossing hurdles & bouncy alleys of throes. The smoke of my skin got fused with him, & our aromatic fume clogged your nose, you all felt jealous with our bonds, & burnt into the fire our hearts behold. Hickeys are redolent bubbles bree

Hey, this is Suchismita Ghoshal from West bengal, India.Her schooling was completed from Barlow Girls High School in Malda in 2016.She is 21 & pursuing her graduation in Zoology in Malda College. She has always been a curious soul from childhood & used to observe things intensely . She belongs from a small town but her dreams are to touch the sky keeping her feets to the ground. She loves to read ponderous amount of books & this left an impact on writing by her own.She's been in this profession for 4 years & loves to write poetry, short story & anything inspires her.She enhances her writing skill by feeling each & every incident through her heart.She loves travelling & gaining knowledges beside writing. She aspires to be a good writer as well as a book reviewer in near future.