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As soon as the light retreats, darkness rises, draping itself as an eternal companion. In its depths, silence speaks louder than any sound, its quiet hum filling the vastness with a haunting melody only the soul can hear.

It’s here, in the endless shadows, that my curiosity stirs—a place forsaken by many, yet brimming with unseen worlds and uncharted paths. Darkness holds an allure, a promise of boundless realms where possibilities drift like constellations, waiting to be unearthed by those willing to venture beyond the light’s reach.

While the world may turn toward brightness, I choose the obscure path, seeking secrets that lie beyond daylight’s veil. For in the heart of darkness, I find both solitude and revelation—a companion that does not fade, and an invitation to explore the unknown.

Away from the earthly chaos, where beings of countless kinds pursue their own hidden agendas, each seeking to extract what they can before leaving you adrift in thoughts of disparity and dismay, there exists a singular path to true healing. It lies in retreating into solitude—a sanctuary where silence and darkness envelop you, where all that remains are your quiet thoughts, calming in their simplicity.

In this sacred stillness, you find not the weight of the world but the whisper of peace. Here, in the presence of only yourself, healing unfolds gently, as the echoes of discontent fade and you discover a quiet, unbreakable strength within.

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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

1 year ago

time the artist and karma the companion.
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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

1 year ago

**The Canvas of Karma**

The fabric of reality—a boundless canvas,
Where eternal time wields the artist’s brush.
Yet as I ponder the depths of creation,
I see that time is not alone.

Hidden in shadows, a silent force guides,
Unseen, but felt in every stroke.
This companion whispers, leads the hand,
Crafting worlds with each quiet command.

This hidden force—none other than karma,
The keeper of deeds, both dark and light.
Each choice, each act, finds form and hue,
Spun by karma's silent might.

**The Palette of Peace**

When karma calls for peace, colors bloom—
A softer hand, a gentler touch.
The artist paints fields beneath a tranquil sky,
Where rivers wind, and no storm intrudes.

In the corners, children laugh, unscarred,
Warm light falls on a mother’s embrace,
Elders rest in the glow of the dawn,
And each face wears a calm, timeless grace.

Here, kindness reigns; each stroke a balm,
The canvas hums in a silent psalm.
Karma’s hand has drawn this peace,
A world of calm, of love released.

**The Red of Rage**

But when karma demands a darker shade,
The artist’s hand finds bloody red.
Fields once green are burnt and scarred,
And shadows fall where sunlight fled.

Battles rage on barren plains,
With smoke and screams, and cities lost.
Faces twist in the anguish of war,
Lives caught in karma’s fierce cost.

The artist’s hand obeys with dread,
Sketching scenes of strife and pain.
For karma demands that balance be met—
The suffering earned, returned again.

**The Brush of Sorrow**

Sometimes, in hues of a mournful blue,
Karma calls for sorrow’s grace.
The artist dips his brush in grief,
Painting tears on a lover’s face.

Lonely roads beneath heavy skies,
Footsteps echo, heavy with loss.
Empty rooms with hollow sounds,
Ghostly scenes where souls are crossed.

This shade speaks of a loss, unseen,
A wound that heals but leaves its scar.
Karma records in silent strokes
All hearts that break, near and far.

**The Gold of Joy**

And yet, there are times when joy unfolds,
A gilded hue, warm and bright.
The artist paints in golden swirls,
Capturing moments of pure delight.

Laughter spills in a crowded square,
Friends embrace with open hearts.
A new child cries, a family cheers,
And hope alights as pain departs.

In these strokes, there is no pain,
But a moment pure, unburdened, free.
Karma smiles, as the artist paints
A fleeting scene of ecstasy.

**The Gray of Mystery**

Then come the shades of subtle gray,
Where truths are hidden, not yet revealed.
The artist paints in mist and shadow,
A scene both blurred and concealed.

Here, karma weaves a path unseen,
Where choices hide in foggy lines.
Unknown forces play their part,
Guiding hands and bending minds.

The artist knows the outcome well,
But silent keeps his steady hand,
While karma’s whisper shapes the scene—
A mystery none can understand.

**The Silent Partnership**

Through light and dark, through joy and sorrow,
Time follows karma’s guiding reign.
Though he sees the end of every tale,
The artist never once complains.

Karma steers with hand unseen,
Dictating deeds, unknown, unseen.
While time obeys, his brush a tool,
Guided by karma’s subtle rule.

Together they shape the lives we lead,
Each color, each shade a consequence cast.
In every scene, the tale unfolds,
The story written, complete at last.

**The Endless Tapestry**

And so, reality stretches wide,
A tapestry woven, line by line.
Each stroke, each color holds a truth,
Guided by karma, shaped by time.

For karma watches every deed,
Its memory boundless, its justice blind.
While time obeys, without a word,
Forever painting, eternally kind

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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

2 year ago

The riddle twists, reality bends,
Paranoia whispers, makes perfect sense.
In the labyrinth, I lose my way,
Truths unravel, yet I’m led astray.
If my essence is tainted, a venomous thread,
Let the shadows feast where I dare not tread.
My thoughts drift in realms unseen,
But my path in life, so stark, so clean.
Isolation calls, a siren's plea,
In the crowd, I’m no one—just me.

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2 year ago

It feels like fleeing, a ghost in the fray,
A tangled web, darkening day by day,
The burden grows, unseen, yet there,
Each step a shadow, bending under care.

I can't trace where the edge lies thin,
But with each breath, I fold within,
A silent push through a maze of cost,
Desires dissolved, a soul long lost.

Figures loom, masked and sly,
Their hollow smiles, I pass them by,
No matter how I fade from view,
They find the cracks, they seep through.

A whisper lingers, deep in my core,
To shield, to silence, to endure more,
I take it all, yet leave no trace,
A mirror to the void, an empty face.

What binds me tight, I cannot say,
Why I don’t break, or turn away,
Everything consumed, nothing returns,
In quiet depths, my essence burns.
BY:– SAURABH SIKDER

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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

2 year ago

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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

2 year ago

I live in countless different ways,

In myriad minds where thoughts convey.

For some I'm good, for others bad,

An ocean calm, no waves to add.

But gaze upon my surface still,

You miss the depths, the hidden thrill.

Dive down beneath my placid face,

And chaos reigns in secret place.

Below the calm, a restless sea,

Spewing gas in fervent spree.

The surface hides the storm within,

A turbulence where none have been.

They judge by what their eyes can see,

Not knowing what's inside of me.

For deep within, the currents rage,

Unseen by those who glance and gauge.

By:– Saurabh sikder

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Deepankar Sikder posted an update English Poem

2 year ago

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2 year ago

In realms beyond our grasp, dreams take flight,
Where wishes bloom in the depths of night.
Imagination, the canvas where we roam,
To claim the treasures, we can only own.

Reality, a distant shore, we cherish from afar,
Bound by limits, where feelings scar.
Expression stifled, desires veiled in shade,
In dreams, our truest selves portrayed.

Silent hearts speak volumes in this clandestine land,
Where emotions dance, hand in hand.
In the realm of dreams, we find our muse,
A sanctuary where passion infuse.

So let us drift, in reverie's embrace,
Where love and longing find their space.
For in the world of dreams, we are free,
To love, to live, to simply be.