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  • Jun 4, 2021
  • 1 min read

"At the end of the day

We all are alone

Like this little bird

Lonely and scared

Sitting on a branch

Waiting for the sun

Again to shine"

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And once again here

I become clueless about my thoughts

As if I am stuck

For a long time

Just to add one more line


Thoughts are

Like the bird

Stuck, chained or scared

Hoping secretly

The sun to shine

The night to over and fly


Thoughts are melancholic too

And here I am stuck

To finish the poem by tonight

Without any idea

That it gonna be a long

Secretly hoping

Like the little bird

That it gonna be over soon

And again I would see the moon

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I am still in my verandah

Talking to dark, about

How I gonna finish my poem

When

I am lonely

I am scared

And I am stuck.

  • Mar 13, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jun 9, 2021



I recalled it was sabulous

The song he was singing

In that desertic evening


The air was dry, and hot

The fossil dunes, we were sitting beside

Were carved and re-carved

Shaped and re-shaped

By the wind

Blowing reckless and strong

As if imperfection was never an option

The camels were still chewing

The little grains left behind

In their dirty feeders

A Beduin stopped by

And looking at the sun

Setting in the horizon

Gave a mysterious smile


Leaning onto a dune

I was sitting beside him

Engulfing to the song

He was singing

Looking at the sun

Orange and bright


It was a windy yet silent evening...

And the air wasn't at all smelling


I wished to hold a fistful of sand

For ever...

Remembered I was sad and happy together


That evening was a story

A story which was told and written, yet

Stayed un-heard, un-seen or un-spoken...


It was a windy and silent story.

  • Jan 25, 2021
  • 1 min read

I feel as if I want to crawl under my bed And lie there forever Like a baby Seeking solace against all odds when life takes its turn In the way I do not want it to go

How lonely I feel Or how sad I could be With all my heart I wish could let you know

But How can I tell you That I am terrified Like a baby To the core That I want to scream And not have much valor And yet I keep fighting Like a baby And would keep enduring my show.

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HI! I'M NABANITA

A researcher, science communicator by profession. A sexual harassment survivor, and a mental health advocate. A fighter against social stigmas and gender discrimination. An empathetic listener. A thinker.

This space is to articulate my thoughts and experiences gathered at different stages of my life, which made the 'Me'. 

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