about the ones we never know
Tag: Poetry
When nothing matters
about dead dreams in living people
Don’t get played
about being aware to swerve through
Transfiguration
about the change that was forced
If I could un-invent something
about a terrible differentiator yet necessary evil
Unsaid things
about the burden carried silently
In search of solace
about finding peace hopelessly
Ephemeral conversations
about brief, fulfilling encounters
Fantasy of a hedonist
about wishful thinking of a connoisseur of pleasure
Restraint
about leverage through vocal restraint
for the struggling ones
about dignity of labour
Aesop’s dilemma
about what Aesop could have faced today
Dust
on a collective force of the majority
This isn’t me
about choosing peace over chaos
A sad truth about art
about the echoing of art and ideas
Barnadhya Rwitam 
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