Baskadia

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

The Art of storytelling: captivating hearts and minds

Storytelling is rigid art engaged by the telling/creator that essentially reanimates the feelings of thrill, emotion and empowerment. Its been mis used some times in our world today. but, it stands to be the most powerful form of art and theatrics.

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

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No summary for my darkest poetry, Darkest Stranger Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. -Some random rhymes in summary for users to help what to make with these

Live A Little

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Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

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Gitanjali" written by Rabindranath Freedom of thought, creativity, responsibility

"Gitanjali" written by Rabindranath Freedom of thought, creativity, responsibility for free expression and all kinds of protest against oppression, this 19-feet tall sculpture has been constructed by a group of Dhaka University Faculty of Arts and Sciences. The sculpture was installed at Raju Bhaskar's pad last Tuesday. 15 April, Dhaka. Photo: Syed Zakir Hossain, Prothom Alo

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Loneliness

Dillagi

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Ghalib

GALIB poetry

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Sad Poetry

A beautiful poem that express my feelings convenient way

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Hazaron dard

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

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My thoughts as I sit on the rooftop

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