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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question.
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March 13, 2026 at 4:34am
March 13, 2026 at 4:34am
#1110540
Dead Man's Switch
Silvern


The weight in his hand,
A stone was always held.
A promise not broken,
But settled down.

He never looked down.
The pressure constant,
A silent agreement
With the coming dark.

If the grip should loosen,
If the last breath withdrew,
The mechanism waits.
A coiled, bitter spring.

Whet secrets ride that wire?
What truth is tethered there?
Not glory, not salvation,
Just a consequence unbound.

I watch the stillness now.
The unmoving fingers,
And wonder if the release will be a gentle rain.
Or a sudden shattering sound,
A consequence I can't stop,
Because his final choice was never to let go.


Lines: 22
Prompt
Thursday 12
Prompt: Dead Man's Switch
"The Daily Poem " 












 
March 12, 2026 at 2:51am
March 12, 2026 at 2:51am
#1110462
The Dental Treatment
Silvern

A toothache began with a zing.
A sharp little pain on a string.
It pulsed like a drum.
Making eating quite glum,
Caused the poor fellow to cling.

The dentist arrived with a drill.
That whirring gave him a chill.
The dentist instructed, "Open wide now. "
With a menacing bow,
Prepared to perform quite a kill.

The filling went in with a snap,
A temporary painless wrap.
But the numbness wore thin.
And the throbbing set in.
Back to pain for a terrible nap.
Lines: 15

PROMPT:
ANYTHING DENTAL-RELATED


 

March 11, 2026 at 5:17am
March 11, 2026 at 5:17am
#1110374
{center} Those Moment
Silvern


Just some drizzles on the windowpane,
Blurs the edges of the streetlamp's glow.

A memory surfaces.
Not quite yours,
But close enough to wear.
The scent of old books,
A melody half-heard,
Becomes the soundtrack
To this quiet evening.

We pile up moments.
Like a smooth river stores.
In the basket of today.
That smile, so like him,
That familiar sigh,
A whisper that tastes someone else's youth.

The lines soften.
The past leans in,
A friendly shadow,
And whispers the same story,
Just a different actor on the stage.

I nod, understanding the smooth,
Warm lie.
This feeling, is it mine now?
Or just an echo caught in the weave.
Of borrowed sunlight?
We hold the threads tight.
Until the true colour disappears.



Lines: 27
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March 9, 2026 at 6:26am
March 9, 2026 at 6:26am
#1110212
The Scenario
Silvern

Roof rack perch,
Minivan's crown.

Below,
A riot of violet,
Yellow plash on green.

Mountain shoulders,
Hunching blue against the light.
Sky wide, indifferent blue.

Thoughts drift, light as pollen on the air.
What if?
Just a breath.
This moment, only this.

Lines: 12
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A picture prompt.

"The Daily Poem
03/08/2026
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March 8, 2026 at 1:51am
March 8, 2026 at 1:51am
#1110123
A Beautiful Anachronism
Silvern

A flip phone in the hand of a Roman Senator.
It rang,
A strange delicate song
Against the marble silence of the forum.
He answered.
His robes bent.

Frowning at the bright screen.
On the other side of the time period?
Is it past or present?
Why?
Most probably, history repeats itself.

A horse-drawn carriage is kissing the stone emperor.
An LED headlight is flashing.
On the dashboard is a digital clock radio.
It's 3 AM.
Don't use this time!
The smell of burning oil mixes strangely.
With the ozone smell of old electronics.

A woman checks her email on a slick,
Silver tablet,
Over a longer period of time.

Waiting!
She would say for a while,
A very middle word in an environment.
Time bends here.

A gentle, confusing curve,
Rejecting era,
Like mismatched socks,
A delightful flaw in the epic.
We slip bad laughs.
A beautiful anachronism.





Lines:31
Prompt ▶︎
March 7, 2026 at 12:54am
March 7, 2026 at 12:54am
#1110008
Sky Is Canopy
Silvern

The sky, over the globe,
With moonshine
Becomes canopy.

Lines: 3
Prompt ▶︎
 

March 6, 2026 at 5:00am
March 6, 2026 at 5:00am
#1109936
{center} Skin
Silvern

A thin curtain drawn tight
Over the landscape of the body.

It drinks the sun.
A thirsty map of dots.
And the faint blue rivers beneath.

It remembers the sting
Of a scraped knee long ago,
The soft give of a baby's..

This living envelope,
Breathing the air in and out,
A quiet shield.

It stretches, it creases,
A history written in lines
Around the eyes, the mouth.

Sometimes it flushes hot
With sudden shame or joy,
A silent announcement.

And when the cool rain falls,
It feels every drop,
A million tiny taps,
A moment of simple undeniable presence.

Blanket of flesh,
This fragile marvellous skin.
Linhes: 23
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Thursday 05
Prompt Word: Skin
⟴ Use a blank space intentionally
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March 5, 2026 at 1:39am
March 5, 2026 at 1:39am
#1109851
An Artistry
Silvern

Pliable like soft clay
Ready to take a new form.

A bend in the willow branch after the spring rain.

Not rigid, but yielding,
A quiet agreement with the air.

Open the shaping hand, the gentle push,
Fetching what it needed now.
Lines: 7
Prompt ▶︎
 
March 4, 2026 at 1:05am
March 4, 2026 at 1:05am
#1109755
Greetings of Holi
Silvern


Today is Holi in India. It is known as the festival of colours. In Holi, we, the public, give colours to our friends, relatives and known people. The main purpose is to tighten the bonds between us. The colours convey good wishes for a brighter and prosperous future. It is a very popular festival.
Wish you all a very Happy Holi.

 
March 3, 2026 at 5:01am
March 3, 2026 at 5:01am
#1109685
The Header
Silvern

The screen glowed,
A cold, pale moon.
Underneath, a single word,
A little card for a life
We built and then perhaps forgot.
Header.

It sat there, stark black text
On a digital expense,
The way you used to leave your keys
On the hall table,
Always in the same spot.

I click to open the file.
It is labelled simply,
The Love Letters.
But the date stamp is last Tuesday.
We haven't exchanged a real letter in years,
Only hurried texts,
Agreement about groceries.

Inside, the document is empty.
Just the white space is stretched,
A silent, echoing room
Where our shared history should be.

I remember the day you printed the first one,
The official documents where we listed our promises,
Signed and sealed,
A header for forever.

Now, this is a blank page.
Was this a glitch?
A saving error?
Or did you finally delete everything
That came after a title?

I look up the window,
Half-expecting to see your car pulling away,
Leaving only the quiet confirmation
Of that solitary, accusing word.
Header.
The start, or probably abrupt,
The unedited end.


Lines: 38
Prompt ▶︎
 

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