How To Say The Final Words!!

She looked in his eyes that looked back at hers. His eyes, which always reminded her of spring, were pale now, almost like a land cursed to be frozen forever. His lips trembled as he pleaded.

“Please.” It took him every ounce of his resolve to utter that single word.

She did not feel the pain of her injury anymore. It was his expression that burned her heart and tore it into a thousand pieces. She felt his arms snuggling her tighter than ever, as if they were resolved to not let her go.

She felt a tug in her stomach as she knew that she was about to say her last words to him. She wished to see him smile for one last time, but it would be too cruel to ask that of him. If he couldn’t find the way to his tears, searching a smile would be too treacherous.

She must make her peace that she would not be able to witness the warmth of his smile anymore, in whatever few moments she had left of her life. And that she was about to leave him in this condition. She would not be there for him when he was that vulnerable.

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(The above snippet is based on a POV. )

POV: Having to witness your beloved die in your arms.

Having to witness your beloved take their last breath is heart-wrenching. But if you are the one dying in your beloved's arm, that would feel cruel too, knowing how his world would be shattered when you leave him all by himself. You would probably die a thousand deaths before your life finally runs out...knowing of the pain you would leave him in.

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ଜହ୍ନର ସ୍ବପ୍ନ: Dream of the Moon

ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଜହ୍ନ ନିଦ୍ରା ଯାଏ ଯେବେ,

ଭ୍ରମେ ସେ ସପନ ରାଇଜେ ।

ସେ ରାଇଜେ ଥାଏ ଶୂନ୍ଯର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା,

ଶୂନ୍ଯ କୋଳେ ତିଳେ ଭ୍ରମ କାହିଁ ଯେ ?

ନାହିଁ ସେଠି ଧରା, ଦିଶେ ନାହିଁ ତାରା,

ନାହିଁ ମାନସିକ ଥାଳି, ଅବା ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ପସରା ।

ସେଠି ଅଛି ଅଭୁଲା ସେ ନିଶବ୍ଦର ଧ୍ବନି,

ଯେ ଧ୍ବନି ଗୁନ୍ଥିଥାଏ ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ମଧୁର ରାଗିଣୀ ।।

ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ରାଗିଣୀର ପ୍ରତିଟି ଛନ୍ଦରେ,

ଥାଏ କାହାଣୀ ମଧୁମୟ ପ୍ରତିଟି ପଦରେ ।

ନିଦ୍ରା ଗାଏ ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଯେବେ ସେ କାହାଣୀ,

ମୁଗ୍ଧ ହୋଇ ଜହ୍ନ ହସେ ସେ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କ୍ଷଣରେ ।।

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Stardust

They lied.

They lied when they said if you aspire to have something, you will always have it.

Of all the aspirations anyone could have, of all the aspirations I could have had, to see the world crumble, the world where You once lived, would not even have been my last thought. It could not be anybody's, possibly and most likely.

Now, the world where You and I once lived has stopped existing. Nevertheless, You will forever live in every speck of my shattered existence of dust.

The stardust in me will always find the stardust in You. They are destined.

Forever.

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Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,

The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.

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Retrouvailles

In the days of the sun

And the nights during the moons

On the roads with the clouds

And in the sheds of the skies' shrouds

Air and Water breathed

Of memories and moments...

That are, in rare silk of time, wreathed. 

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물방울: Waterdrops

어느 비오는 날...

풀잎은 물 몇 방울을
기다리던 그 여름날을
간절한 눈으로 추억했다.

이제 비가 온다...계속 내린다.
빗물이 부족하지 않다.
풀잎은 여전히...
그 몇 물방울 그리워한다. 

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Meaningful English Translation:

One rainy day..

The blades of grass reminisced

that day in summer

when they waited

for a few drops of water with eager eyes.

Now it rains...it continues to rain.

And there's no shortage/insufficiency of water.

The blades of grass still

yearn for those few drops of water.

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Single Digit To Nine Digits

So... there's this special day. A day about which no one was aware. Of course, the people who were in her proximity were exceptions to that arrangement. Among them, only a few (just a handful: in single digit, to be exact) would remember about it.

She liked this configuration. In fact, that is how she preferred it to be. She has her reasons and trying to understand it could fry some brain circuitry. So, we will just let it be like that. But let's just say, her only goal has always been to maximize an index she loved the most, especially on this special day. 

It has always been like that, until this year.

This year, at least a 100 million people across the globe would be celebrating on her special day. They would be celebrating something else, which she would be too, but those celebrations will happen on her special day. And she would have two events to celebrate. 

She could still celebrate the day by herself without being bombarded with unrequisite formalities (of wishing or congratulatory texts), that more often than not, are just obligations. Additionally, while ensuring her peace of mind, there would also be a 100 million (nine digits) people who would feel and experience happiness, an index she has always wished to maximize. 

When a 100 million people are happy and celebrating on your special day (even if it is for something else), what more could you ask for!?

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I Will Still Write

When the earth crumbles

Or the skies melt

And the stylus between my fingers 

Can no longer be felt

I will still write 

I will write of my soul 

The ink in my veins

Will drizzle on parched roll

Words of affirmation 

Messages of hope

I will write of stories

That could help you cope

I will write of dreams

And of the glorious sun

I will still write of Life

Even when my words are mute

And heard by none

(I do, I still do) 

When the moon in me

Is in darkness from the sun

I will still write of Love

And of You, my quill will still go on.. 

In moments of hope

And also in despair

In the moments of sapphire night

And in the days of the beaming star

I will write of my wishes

And of destiny and dream

With You as my muse

Tales from the nib

Will continue to stream

Irrelevant and unrelatable

I will commit my thoughts to pen

It is my life blood

I will still write, time and again.

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A little something:

The following lines were almost there in the poem. However, in the last minute, I decided not to include them. What do you think: should they have been included? Comment your thoughts, please. 

When the light from the east is no more bright

And the moon succumbs to a heartbreaking plight

I will spun words of hope and tales of dreams

I will write of You, of Love, and let the stars alight.

When the rays from the east shines no more

And the moon, by death, has been spoken for

My words will sing, of Life's lore

My pen will still speak, of beauty and more.

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Would he?

Had he known

that would be the last time

he would be meeting her,

would he have given her that gift

that is still there

on the top shelf of his book case,

waiting for her?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be seeing her,

would he have taken

possibly a few seconds more

to dive into her chocolate eyes

and remember the dimples

that appeared everytime she smiled?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be listening to her voice,

would he have leisurely given in

to the rhythm of his heartbeat

that danced to her euphonious tone?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be breathing in

the air that had kissed her,

would he have preserved

that essence of hers that smelled like

a meadow of peonies in spring

in a bottle made of the sunshine

that reflected from her ring?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be feeling the

softness of her touch

accidentally, against the warmth

of her cocoa-filled cup,

would he have treasured that moment

in the silky flowers that bloomed

when she blinked her eyes

and let the evening stars drop?

Had he known

those words she spoke then

would be her last words to him,

would he have listened to them

in a different tone,

or would he have said his words

that he had till that point postponed?

Would his wait now be any different 

if he had not waited for the moment then,

and had he done what he

could and should have done,

not knowing... that would be

probably their last time under the sun?

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