Smruti Swarupa Mahapatra

India

I have got words in my soul just like arts in the shades of poetry
An old school with an young heart
I am a dreamer, neither lost nor found, just waiting for a story worth dreaming for
In short, I am just a perfect mess

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From my truthful heart flows my love.... With my pen I speak it all. My pen , the extension of my soul. My pen is my voice, the passage of my heart, of my every thought, of words just whispering in my heart, off words I’m scared to confess. They say, pen is mightier than a sword. Yes, through you, I can say everything, Word for word.

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Smruti Swarupa Mahapatra (India) published:

The Tragic Royal Romance : The Tale Of Princess Shaaheen And Prince Nripinder From The Diary Of The Princess (Final Draft)

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

13/08/1475
Dear Diary,
                What's the biggest act of foolishness? Falling for the person of enemy clan. August Carnival, when both the royals meet in the center border of the two kingdoms, though appear peaceful, nobody's unknown about the cold war happening through generations. Wandering in Meena Bazaar, my eyes fell on a beautiful smile. That smile, like glittering snow lotus on top of a mountain : crystal clear, cool, pure, elegant....

Seeking Peer Reviews

7 months ago

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Smruti Swarupa Mahapatra (India) published:

THIS ISN'T A POEM

FREE WRITING

I don't have any poems for you,
For poems aren't my friends anymore.

My heart is no longer the sanctum of elegy,
My emotions no longer give birth to poesy.
My sentiments no longer takes shape of couch,
Like, life is an unending gloomy evening with no hope of a new epoch.

Poems are not my mirrors anymore
For I am as broken as glass full of fissure.
You are the complexity of my pen
You aren't a deceit, knows...

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7 months ago

Smruti Swarupa Mahapatra (India) liked if i had an hour to live by Samina (India)

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