A Daughter of the Mountains in the City of Dreams
By Sumedha Chatterjee
(This is a short story in the form of poetry, hence a prose poetry)
Longing for the Familiar
I came from the towering peaks, where the air was breathable and the skies were hue of deep blue.
The mountains are my home, after all it is my heart's true abode, as the nature's embrace was my life's code.
Navigating the Unfamiliar
Now in the city that we call our dear capital, I am trying to find solace, but it's hard to see.
The towering buildings, the endless crowds, the cacophony of sounds, the traffic's loud.
Seeking the Comforts of Home
I long for the furious streams and meadows so silent and green, the towering pines, the snow-capped peaks of the mighty Kanchenjunga.
The simplicity of life, the rhythm of the land, where the nature's embrace was always at my hand.
Longing for the Familiar
In this concrete jungle, I feel so small, longing for the mountains, is my heart's true call.
The city's charms, I am trying to embrace, but my soul aches for the mountain's grace.
A Bittersweet Journey
I walk these streets, my heart heavy and sore, trying to find the beauty I knew once before.
But the city's gaze miserably fails to ignite my heart, which apparently remains with the mountains' might as they call for me and my soul.
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It's beautiful, isn't it, what music can do. How it can make you feel, what it lets you remember, how someone's music is a window into their soul.
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romanticise your life, take pretty pictures, feel like the main character, light up a candle, read books, go for a walk, dance to your favourite music, buy yourself presents, do whatever you want, be happy - this is your life, don’t let anyone take it from you
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the earth wrote stories of you.
your hand in mine, our lips together, my hands on your waist, sliding down your thighs in reverent awe, breath passing between us full of love and lust and hope and forever.
you were written for me, and i'll hold you tightly in gratitude.
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I thought I never experienced love,
The rush in your veins,
The racing of your heart,
Things that people call butterflies;
But the love I found was nothing like that,
He was like a fine wine getting better with age,
While I was like a bird rotting in its cage.
He was full of calmness inside,
While I was like a turbulent storm;
Talking with him was all I needed to feel alright,
And his shoulder felt like home;
When he was with me I desired no more,
Because love is found in comfort;
Not in chaos.
Saumya Thapliyal
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When I fall apart, will you be the hands that reshape me. Or the wind that carries me forward, broken as I am?
Suvrahadip Ghosh, Falling apart
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