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Shrestha Mukherjee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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Singing to the Rhythm of Life

Our existence is like the moon, Crafting many stories and tunes. Playing with the stars, And shining through the scars. Combining dreams and emotions, Soaring high and then diving into ocean. Building life in phases, Battling dark and deadly mazes. Life, the illuminator of desire, Searching for love and fire. Living through 2020 thrust us into an unknown territory, where we were seeing families losing their loved ones forever, homes uprooted and torn down. It was like watching a disaster movie showing a rapidly growing forest fire or an unst...

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My Name Is Gold

I can see my house from the window. Laying big and buzzing with its dormant strength. Every day I witness moon silver beams making the home look dozy as it rested in its cool silver glow. Far yet so close, I can hear the dreamy voices vaporously exhaling its mist. I used to be the most beautiful there, at least what my friends said. And I would turn away with foolish pride. Oh! How much I miss them today. This silent window breaks my heart. The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. In my young days, I and my school of friends wou...

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Life between darkness and light

Submitted to Contest #92

The night was soaked in black ink, deep and beautiful. Even the moon could barely peep though, just a naughty star mischievously squinting or that’s all I noticed. Holding hands with that darkness he slowly inclined and in arms of serene wilderness, his lips touched mine. And I just melted, as time stood still. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. The only sound was of my heart pounding in my chest as his lips addictively invaded all my senses. Entangling breeze to wind, Shrubs a...

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