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PINK - By Sanwayee Dey

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  PINK By Sanwayee Dey I was scrolling through Pinterest a few months back to discover the perfect posters that would infuse my room with charm. Among the myriad options, one theme dominated my thoughts – the captivating allure of pink. A few moments later, my attention shifted when I stumbled upon the teaser for the upcoming live-action Barbie movie. This glimpse into the film triggered a rush of nostalgic affection for Barbie, a cherished presence from my childhood. The dolls, the films, the stickers – they all held a special place in my heart. Yet, the focus here isn't solely on Barbie; it's on the catalyst that ignited my affection. That catalyst was none other than the colour pink. Throughout my life, from its earliest moments, pink has held a unique fascination for me – perhaps even an obsession. The exact inception of this love eludes my memory, but one thing remains constant: my enduring adoration for this hue. It's possible that young me f...
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Wicked Witch of the West

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                                                Her hair free, wild and dark, like the rain-filled clouds.  Wide dark eyes and red-coated mouth.  Her smile crooked, her laughter loud.  She by no means is a lady.  She can keep no man and bear no child.  Her father's expectations far too high,  She tries and tries, without uttering a cry Her hands - battered and calloused From climbing the ladder to reach the top.  They laughed when she slipped,  Her hand grasping the air, trying not to fall Alas, she fell. Their laughter taunting her.  But she didn't die.  She rose up all red, covered in her own blood.  Smiled at their disgusted faces.  She didn't care anymore for them,  Only she mattered to her.  Her feet were twisted backwards they said,  As she walked a path different from them.  No more ...
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Flame

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  I crave fire not just sparks, I want to be ignited, completely fall apart, And be caught by arms that are matches, To my gasoline of a heart. I crave soul, a soul so beautiful That i lose my self in and be newly found. I crave that fire so much, I burn myself.  Slowly but steadily, to keep that little spark alive. Hoping, that little spark will finally roar into a flame. And like a moth, a soul will come, And my spark will turn into flame. Devour the soul, and my soul too. Ignite us, and we burn forever. As an eternal flame. Alas! Eternity is only a dream after all. -Sanwayee Dey
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The Never Ending Story.

We hear them, when they say those words. We hear them, when they praise a different embodiment of us. We keep quiet, until onday it all overflows. Then people set candles and flowers and march in rows. Then they ask questions they unheard all these time. After a few debates and marches they stop, and don't give a dime. The bottle starts to fill again , they call names again, do the unthinkable .. Again there's a war to save humanity for days, until they think it's forgettable. This story never ends, This story repeats again and again. -Sanwayee Dey
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Holding On

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Do you see it too? The clouds during sunset? How they hold hands and try to hold on, While everything around them is drowning in beauty. New and much exquisite beauty emerging every moment. They are secretly afraid. That one of them will let go, Let the other dissipate . With a lonely heart. Because something enchanting took their breath away. Maybe because they are constantly watching the entertaining show . Humankind. Few of them do let go of their holds. Few of them do dissipate. But the ones who make it through the hypnotic dusk. The one's who still hold hands in the dark night, and move towards the moonlight. Together. They are the ones I love. The ones I cherish. Do you see it too? Or is it just me? - Sanwayee Dey ♡
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A letter to life.

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My dearest Zoe, I do not know where this will end, for I can’t see  Nor do I know the destination of the path you are taking me, It often takes an unforeseen turn,  Sometimes, it’s perfect, sometimes I wanted to run. But on your given path I stay, For I believe in your hopeful rays. I follow them through the dark forest, I follow them during the prettiest sunset. Your touch is warm, lively and  tender; Losing you will make me surrender. You are born from the motherly womb, To fulfil one’s fate of glory or doom. And when I do meet my destiny, You will still be there with me. For you are always there, from birth till my last breath,You are my oldest friend -you are Life herself. - Sanwayee Dey 
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