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Anand Tripathi 'रवि'

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कौन कहता है Narrative बुनना Politicians की बपौती है हमारे आसपास के तथाकथित अपने आगे हैं उनसे इस दौड़ में! #नीच #narrative

कौन कहता है Narrative बुनना Politicians की बपौती है हमारे आसपास के तथाकथित अपने आगे हैं उनसे इस दौड़ में! #नीच #narrative

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My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #definition #Poetry  #poem✍🧡🧡💛

My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #definition #Poetry  #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #Definition #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛

My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #Definition #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Diwa

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the soaring eagle zooms in. he sees the target. down, down, down he goes. he nearly grasps the girl. yet, as he swoops down and sees her, he freezes mid-air and stare. the girl beneath him is alone and crying. the eagle is surprised; for her sobs awaken a pain in him. her cries touches a memory he forgot - a tearful girl he once knew. then, something strange happened; a sort of transformation took place and he became the boy he was before. "only learning empathy shall make you human again." you see, the eagle was cursed; turned into a powerful bird by a witch because he did not know how to show compassion. he was meant to soar the skies until he learns empathy. so, instead of coldly abducting a girl to do a mission, he felt pity for her; that broke the spell. it freed him. well, this isn't the normal love story; but empathy is the transcendence of latent selfishness and egocentrism; thus, can also be a lesson in love. for the whole point of loving is learning how to put oneself in the other's shoes and knowing how it feels to be in that specific situation... and when love is imbibed with that quality, then there shall be less pain in this world. The Witch, #eagle #love #compassion #selfishness #egocentrism #transcendence #curse #witch #crying #pity #definition #lovestory #story #poetry #narrati

the soaring eagle zooms in. he sees the target. down, down, down he goes. he nearly grasps the girl. yet, as he swoops down and sees her, he freezes mid-air and stare. the girl beneath him is alone and crying. the eagle is surprised; for her sobs awaken a pain in him. her cries touches a memory he forgot - a tearful girl he once knew. then, something strange happened; a sort of transformation took place and he became the boy he was before. "only learning empathy shall make you human again." you see, the eagle was cursed; turned into a powerful bird by a witch because he did not know how to show compassion. he was meant to soar the skies until he learns empathy. so, instead of coldly abducting a girl to do a mission, he felt pity for her; that broke the spell. it freed him. well, this isn't the normal love story; but empathy is the transcendence of latent selfishness and egocentrism; thus, can also be a lesson in love. for the whole point of loving is learning how to put oneself in the other's shoes and knowing how it feels to be in that specific situation... and when love is imbibed with that quality, then there shall be less pain in this world. The Witch, #eagle #love #compassion #selfishness #egocentrism #transcendence #curse #witch #crying #pity #definition #lovestory #story #poetry #narrati

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Anger turns weakness if exposed frequently for satisfying narrative, where the act fits in one inflexible mould before profound adversities ! #anger #narrative #weakness #yqbaba

Anger turns weakness if exposed frequently for satisfying narrative, where the act fits in one inflexible mould before profound adversities ! #anger #narrative #weakness #yqbaba

Venkatesh Agarwal

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i have learnt to live my life within the fourwalls of a box walls are made of aprehensions rejections and false starts i stare at the heavens trying to look for all the pauses and the stops i dont venture , there is no adventure on the very sight of humanity i take steps towards self preservation sad , maybe ! bad , probably whose to say my reality is worse than the standard definition? #NojotoQuote definition #nojoto #poem #poetry #abstract #definition #lame #attempt #writer #writersofig #india #nojotoenglish

i have learnt to live my life within the fourwalls of a box walls are made of aprehensions rejections and false starts i stare at the heavens trying to look for all the pauses and the stops i dont venture , there is no adventure on the very sight of humanity i take steps towards self preservation sad , maybe ! bad , probably whose to say my reality is worse than the standard definition? #NojotoQuote definition #nojoto #poem #poetry #abstract #definition #lame #attempt #writer #writersofig #india #nojotoenglish

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cute little demon, come with me. i'll tell you a pretty little story. once, i had some brand new shoes; they shined so bright, little goose. mommy bought them for me, you see; they made me super duper happy. i used them; then ran with them, my tiny dirty feet, i have forgotten. i played in the puddle beyond the garden, and messed those shoes, one to ten! after that, i got hungry and decided to get home. yet, when mama saw me: ouch, my bottom! she got mad at me, two-horns. my brand new shoes were torn! #shoes #story #narrative #yopowrimo #yqbaba

cute little demon, come with me. i'll tell you a pretty little story. once, i had some brand new shoes; they shined so bright, little goose. mommy bought them for me, you see; they made me super duper happy. i used them; then ran with them, my tiny dirty feet, i have forgotten. i played in the puddle beyond the garden, and messed those shoes, one to ten! after that, i got hungry and decided to get home. yet, when mama saw me: ouch, my bottom! she got mad at me, two-horns. my brand new shoes were torn! #shoes #story #narrative #yopowrimo #yqbaba

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i still remember my first day at school. i was around four years old that day. it did not really make such a big impression on my young mind; but what i remember was the lemonade and sandwich my mom packed for me. funny, isn't it? i remember the food. i remember being excited about that first day, not because of any scholarly aspirations--of which i didn't understand, yet, anyway--but because of Mama's food. oh, and yes; i can still imagine the taste, as i excitedly sipped my lemonade and gobbled up my egg and mayo sandwich while watching my classmates play that day; and i remember Mama's voice, as she asked me about school, when she picked me up during class dismissal, asking, "well, child, how was your first day?" #firstschool #challenge #narrative #prose #yqbaba

i still remember my first day at school. i was around four years old that day. it did not really make such a big impression on my young mind; but what i remember was the lemonade and sandwich my mom packed for me. funny, isn't it? i remember the food. i remember being excited about that first day, not because of any scholarly aspirations--of which i didn't understand, yet, anyway--but because of Mama's food. oh, and yes; i can still imagine the taste, as i excitedly sipped my lemonade and gobbled up my egg and mayo sandwich while watching my classmates play that day; and i remember Mama's voice, as she asked me about school, when she picked me up during class dismissal, asking, "well, child, how was your first day?" #firstschool #challenge #narrative #prose #yqbaba

Divya singh

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दर्द की परिभाषा बस इतनी जानी है हर दिल में इसकी अपनी कहानी है Everyone has their own definition of pain #pain #definition #life #poetry #thought #nojoto

दर्द की परिभाषा बस इतनी जानी है हर दिल में इसकी अपनी कहानी है Everyone has their own definition of pain #pain #definition #life #poetry #thought #nojoto