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Edm[a]nd
17 year old knight in the grid of real life fighting for himself, in the game of kings with his three-squared-moves.
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![A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings;
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see;
But maybe no one wants to work on,
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me,
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on;
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it,
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read;
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey -- trying to make some sense.
.
©Edm[a]nd](https://media.nojoto.com/content/media/662764/2020/10/feed/a6e9e0ddc1564212fb654f2c31704568/a6e9e0ddc1564212fb654f2c31704568_default.jpg "A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings;
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see;
But maybe no one wants to work on,
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me,
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on;
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it,
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read;
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey -- trying to make some sense.
.
©Edm[a]nd")
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Edm[a]nd
![A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings;
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see;
But maybe no one wants to work on,
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me,
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on;
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it,
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read;
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey -- trying to make some sense.
.
©Edm[a]nd](https://media.nojoto.com/content/media/662764/2020/10/feed/3fcf0479799b29c4ecdf12bd1f048332/3fcf0479799b29c4ecdf12bd1f048332_default.jpg "A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings;
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see;
But maybe no one wants to work on,
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me,
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on;
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it,
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read;
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey -- trying to make some sense.
.
©Edm[a]nd")
5 Love
![A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see
But maybe no one wants to work on
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know which won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey, trying to make some sense.
©Edm[a]nd](https://media.nojoto.com/content/media/662764/2020/10/feed/7cd26c839714b1f19cdd08ff3d4f1241/7cd26c839714b1f19cdd08ff3d4f1241_default.jpg "A tale of goals and my dreams.
Success stories bustling in ears with auctions
Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings
Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see
But maybe no one wants to work on
I worked, maybe outworked against the last me
Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on
Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it
'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read
Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat;
Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net.
Flying colours in the darkest rooms
from the only black and white coloured books.
I see 'my dreams' through them;
Dreams which I know which won't even last
For more than that passing night.
Running in the meadows of dreamt success,
Drifting through relations with no single grudges,
I live there, there in my own place
Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race
Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes
And I being left out in great suspense
of a journey, trying to make some sense.
©Edm[a]nd")
Edm[a]nd
For you; *Never give your everything to anyone when you don't even give yourself a moment to heal because everyone else is temporary but a life lesson to learn from.* #poem
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Edm[a]nd
Repost of one of the most emotional scene ever shooted in India #Manny #dilbechara #ssr
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Edm[a]nd
The passing of Shooting Star. Opps, I mistakenly peeped at her, while she was passing; maybe it was the sky which was same for us or maybe my luck which conspired to show me -- her passing. Yes! she was a shooting star which was just paving through her journey and I kept gazing at her as if she don't even know and guess what she passed as fast as possibly, perhaps in shy. And guess what I too had asked for a wish again like the way I used to but today's wish wasn't the same. I asked her a wish #story #Her #yahyabootwala #shootingstars #RIPRahatIndori
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Sometimes we overestimate our own feelings for someone due to instant feedbacks we get from the world and assume it that it was possible due to her. #lifelessons #everyone #writing Ps: I found it in web and found worth sharing. #Life_experience
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Edm[a]nd
That flashback which everyone hides. #Flashback #nojota #Memories #hurt #goodbye 2020 #Life_experience
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Edm[a]nd
Ishq ki yehi usuul h, Agar sacha h toh uska na hona v qubul h. Ps:Reposting one of the best urdu short shayeri I found.
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