The Ledge
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 The Ledge -Ishana Ghosh It's no wonder, that as you stand in front of the mirror, with tears in your eyes, shaking as the rage courses through your veins; blaming them all for your tears and the misery, you think it's all their fault, Or if you're the other type of person, you think all fault's yours and yours alone, to be precise. I won't say you're wrong, or your insecurities are all a bluff, or that you're imagining it all. What I'll say is that you've been deceived and you've forgotten that each being that walks the earth, with a heavy network of neurons  filling their skul ..read more
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The Apocalypse
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 The Apocalypse -Ishana Ghosh The blazing fire's raging within, the cold storms are rushing by and in this moment of desperation and pain, the towering waves are rising higher, messing up the sand that lay inside. All's being crushed; being broken and being torn, but there's no word that I could say. Who would have imagined that this day would have come, when fire and water work hand in hand to kill and to destroy, everything at bay. Don't know what to do anymore; there's no escape route that exists, and the most amazing thing of all is that I've never felt it so intensely before. Seem ..read more
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The Small Seed
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 The Small Seed -Ishana Ghosh The small seed that fits in the fist, they plant it in good soil, waiting for it to send forth a whole new shoot tip that'll burst through the earth and bring smile onto their faces, a smile that rings of joy but also of hope, that it'll turn out a good plant, just as they planned. So, they never forget to water it, every single day the sun rises, they never want to let it out of sight. And so, a day comes when the shoot tip sees light for the first time, and those planters erupt in joy, 'Oh finally! Our hard work has paid off. Oh! Finally it is time.' So ..read more
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You might be weak, You might be strong
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 You might be weak; You might be strong -Ishana Ghosh Yes, it is possible that you're weak at heart. No, it is not impossible that your strength and your cavalry are the twin armours of a facade. You could be just a clumsy bundle of nerves, who's  always making a mess, and it could be that you're not the person, you so wanted to be. Yes. That it could be, even if others believe, or have been made to believe that strong is what you are, brave is what you are; and speaking of all that trust placed on you, they think worthy is what you are. You've hidden it so well, the fragility an ..read more
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Black-coloured wings
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Black-coloured Wings  - Ishana Ghosh She loved the darkness, too much it would seem. She longed  for light with fervour, all the while knowing that the dark aura would never let her go, or to be more precise, she could never let go of the darkness. How could she? It was so alluring, it was the one pull she couldn't resist. Those cold fingers sliced through her, and all she felt was warmth; it was so familiar, that it felt she knew it from even before she was born. The only thing she could wish for, now, was a pair of wings, preferably black in colour, so she could have real peace ..read more
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Forgotten Feelings
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Forgotten Feelings - Ishana Ghosh Do you remember that day when you were born? Do you remember how it felt to take your breath, for the very first time? No. Of course you don't. But she does. All of them, who yearned for your birth, remember those feelings so well and they'll gladly describe it to you, once, twice, thrice, as many times as you are willing to listen to it. That's the day you first saw light and yet those feelings are long gone from the depths of the turbulent ocean inside, being replaced by certain dominant urges to disappear from the face of the world, where, supposedly, yo ..read more
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From behind the clouds
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 From Behind The Clouds - Ishana Ghosh The scattered clouds tried to hide the moon. Yet, its golden lustre shone through. And with the moon's light as his only guide, the solitary man made his way through the desert that spread out endlessly, expecting to find what he was looking for, waiting for him, at the end of the journey. Desperation etched on his face, loneliness his only company but he wouldn't complain or ask for more 'cause after all, it was he. It was he who had pushed away every being that ever tried to care for him. It was he who had yearned for solitude, it was he who had n ..read more
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Now I See
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 NOW I SEE -ISHANA GHOSH Eyes wide open; staring at that, which lay in the front, stretching mile after mile and yet, it is no better than seeing nothing at all. Interpreting the illusion, that's carved out of the genius of each being that breathes to live, seems like the delusion of an insane, raving lunatic and true enough, that's all there is, to it. It's an illusion to make 'delusional' sound like sanity. It's the answer to the 'why' of seeing everything, with a pair of eyes, facing forward, and yet, perceiving absolutely nothing. It's the art of the magician, that lives inside each ..read more
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'You' Bluffed 'Us'
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 'YOU' BLUFFED 'US' -ISHANA GHOSH 'This' is not a request. I remember, as a child, how you taught me values like honesty and bravery and I took them so seriously. When you said, 'Hurting others is bad', I really thought that you meant it. When you said, 'Help others...', I believed that to you, that was the right thing to do. And when you said, 'It's wrong to be self-centered and it's right to care', I naively imagined that, 'that' was what you wanted to see, in the grown-up me. And so, I grew up, expecting a world, where flowers bloomed in a beautiful scenery. But of course, we all ..read more
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Dawn at Dusk
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Dawn at Dusk -Ishana Ghosh The scorching sun slowly moves away. As it moves past the horizon, I let go of that shade which holds me back... The whiff of fresh air blows past me and takes me back to the day, when true happiness I could see and it gave me an ecstasy. My eyes are then drawn to the sky welcoming dusk, and it's like a new dawn,  for my inside that's torn, into little pieces. The blue and the orange merge, in their place behind the clouds and I feel like someone who's had whole of life painted on the canvas before her eyes. The colour that reflects on the seas that show bot ..read more
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