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Arshi Acharya

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It's okay to shed tears,
When pain converges.
It's normal to be afraid of,
Unnotified challenges.
It's completely fine,
To breakdown at the odd hours,
When life leaves you at the question mark,
Closing that one last door.

Dear Men,
We are proud of your courage.
When nothing seems right,
You appear as an escape.
We, heartily, want you to know,
Your existence matters,
When nothing else do. Happy #internationalmensday to all men out there. Collab and write a letter to the men in your life telling them what you like about them. #dearmen #letters #YourQuoteAndMine
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Happy #internationalmensday to all men out there. Collab and write a letter to the men in your life telling them what you like about them. #dearmen #letters #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

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The Past, present, future.
How one chooses to utter;
How one stands strong and firm;
How one accepts the hurdles and it's norms;
How one does away with the crowd,
Just to stay different and proud;
How one keeps the pace with the life varied motions;
That one in everything is Education. I have been in this discipline for the past 6 years and I am extremely proud of that.

To the National Education Day

#nationaleducationday #yqbaba #yqdada #yqtales #yqmuse

I have been in this discipline for the past 6 years and I am extremely proud of that. To the National Education Day #NationalEducationDay #yqbaba #yqdada #yqtales #yqmuse

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Arshi Acharya

Dearest Moonlight

Beneath the star studded sky,
Surrounding the bonfire in a winter night,
Amidst the strings of the guitar,
Dearest moonlight,
My eyes and heart are stuck on you,
With some good old tales and some new.

When the silence takes over,
And the night embraces me from a little nearer,
Amidst the woods, by the lake,
Dearest moonlight,
I am set to converse with you,
Of some good old days and some new.

As the night grows darker and so on,
Setting to reach the dawn,
The tents will be zipped up for a patience to nurture,
Dearest moonlight,
I will bid my night's final good bye to you,
For that sunshine to embrace the day and welcome new.
The patience longing to watch,
The red spilled blue sky view. Moonlight on winter night,
Is breathtakingly beautiful

#yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales #moonlight

Moonlight on winter night, Is breathtakingly beautiful #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales #moonlight

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Arshi Acharya

The Poet Writes

"The rain in october,
Have been believed as the monsoon returns.
Returns to the dry land of autumn,
Bidding the last good bye, as the sole reason.
Clouds darken up the sky,
Hiding its sheer blueishness,
Drenching up the awaited town,
With her drizzle in silence.
Silence of many untold tales,
The shower converses with the land,
Which doesn't appear to end,
Just pausing with an "and....."
Once the clouds pass by,
The blue appears even bluer,
The rain has made a promise,
To come meeting the land, in the next year."

The rain, the October, the autumn,
Have all set to bid a farewell
and start afresh and new.
Closing the diary, the poet writes,
"The rain has greeted and met one last time,
Dearest beloved,
When will you?" We often wait,and probably just keep waiting for that one thing to happen or to meet that person for one last time. And that one last time does not even ticks the clock.

#yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales #yqaestheticthoughts #autumn #rainspeaks

We often wait,and probably just keep waiting for that one thing to happen or to meet that person for one last time. And that one last time does not even ticks the clock. #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales #yqaestheticthoughts #autumn #rainspeaks

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Arshi Acharya

On the bed of clear blue sky,
White clouds scattered all around.
Brights and lights of fests are sensed,
Decking up my little town.
A short tale of love is being reaped,
Amidst chaos and crowd.
A little solace is searched for,
In this very own town.
A tiny meet and greet of
The noon of autumn and the night of winter,
In the nearing year-end,
In this October. May this October brings in positive energies.

#october #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales

May this October brings in positive energies. #October #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqtales

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Arshi Acharya

Alarm buzzed at 4 in the morning.
Drowsily, I played the mahalaya in the laptop.
The dawn is yet to set in,
Few grey clouds departed from the orb.
With the sweetish red, the sun shined bright in the east.
White cumulus clouds scattered in the clear blue sky,
Mild breeze winds in,
"At last, Autumn", I sighed. How beautiful can this autumn be.

Picture Courtesy: Gallery

#mahalaya

How beautiful can this autumn be. Picture Courtesy: Gallery #mahalaya #yqbaba #yqtales #yqdada #yqaestheticthoughts

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Calm, quite, serene.
Away from the chaos,
Longing for a tale to happen.
It did hold a handful of stories,
Earlier of departure or first meet up;
Of some beautiful regular visits;
Of some endless laughters.
Some hand in hand pause,
Comforting silence of each other.
Inhaling the hilly breeze,
Amidst stunning valleys in the lap of the nature.
That bench on the hilltop,
Has preserved incomplete love,
For them to return, for them to arrive,
To the same old place, in the same old vibe,
To their very own hill, in this same life. That bench is a witness of time.

It's #poemtime. Collab and write a poem that begins with the line I found a #benchonahilltop #YourQuoteAndMine
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That bench is a witness of time. It's #poemtime. Collab and write a poem that begins with the line I found a #benchonahilltop #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

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Arshi Acharya

To The Teachers

To that amateur indecisive me,
Amidst the dilemma of who to be.
To that wrong decision,
Which I made and turned unworthy.
To that stone,
I stumbled upon,
While walking by the aisle of life,
Amidst flowers and thorns.
To that very little rush,
While running out of time,
Failing to manage,
Despite of alerts and warnings, meanwhile.
To that choice,
Happened by chance, little out of notice,
Leaving me restless,
And way too more chaotic.

To all those tears,
To that little pain,
To all those rejections,
Still leading to gain.
A gain of power and patience;
Strength and decence.
A gain of a life and its emergence
in varied different ways.
A very happy teachers' day. Dearest life,
Happy teachers' day.

#yqbaba #yqdada #teachersday #yqtales #yqmuse #poetry #teachersdaypoem

Dearest life, Happy teachers' day. #yqbaba #yqdada #Teachersday #yqtales #yqmuse poetry #teachersdaypoem

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Arshi Acharya

At times,
getting lost in the crowd,
discovers the peace,
we were searching in the solitude.

And that stays a bit longer. We need to make noise, to feel the serenity even better.

#yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqaestheticthoughts #yqtales

We need to make noise, to feel the serenity even better. #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary #yqaestheticthoughts #yqtales

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Arshi Acharya

MOTHERLAND: Song of Strength

Stories or tales, may be folklores,
You may say.
But that was our history,
That remained our pride, all the way.

Those were the tales of "Power",
Of the warm young blood,
Who chose the sacrifice of life,
For the land, whom they loved as their
beloved mother.

Those were the tales of "a prolonged wait",
To breathe and be set free,
On one's very own soil,
In their very own country.

Those were the tales of "tolerance",
Adding up to the fierceness,
To fight for one's own worth,
After years of being inconsiderate.

Stories of tales or folklores,
You may say,
That's the history this soil harbours,
Of many such souls who appeared as the
freedom's first rays.

Those were the honest tales of this
country; of our very own motherland
Yet once again and always,
Bowing down to all those sacrifices,
all those sung-unsung heroes,
On this 75 years of Independence. 75years of independence.
We breathe freedom,
We live freedom,
We be in freedom,
We laugh in freedom,
We appreciate freedom.

This freedom took a lot to achieve.

75years of independence. We breathe freedom, We live freedom, We be in freedom, We laugh in freedom, We appreciate freedom. This freedom took a lot to achieve. #IndependenceDay #yqbaba #yqtales #yqdada #yqpoetry #yqdiary

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