Author: Prena subba
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MOSAIC
i have loved a million people.their pieces,their late night wonder,their sensation—rain and thunderand their sunny skies. i have loved a million people;people i walked across,people i have never metand people i lost.their versionsthat existsin each of our universe,and their emptinessthat resonatessomewhere close to uson our sleepless nights. an ineffable piece of existencethey are utterly beautiful,and…
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i have known things but not happiness i am just another earthly impression. withered, and tangled in this web. there has been people like me, there will be people like me; dented and demented, for weaving a tapestry out of chaos ( chaos ) that spread from skin to skin and bones to bones. like…
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An Article for You
to cope up with the sense of isolation is a total agitation to us terrible. we are too oriented with this so called daily life that we think it’s something permanent? hasn’t it become so necessary for us to take a stroll outside, blend in with the fragments of city, speak about random happenings and…
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Beautiful People ( prose)
Maybe we aren’t really alone. Maybe the brutal emptiness that we feel isn’t a sign that we are less. maybe the heaviness that aches me isn’t my incompetence in understanding this world. We just need time and it takes time to melodiously rhyme with someone who will one day vapourise all the bottled emotions. Maybe…
Prena Poetry 