#2YearsOfNojoto Long ago, I used to treasure a crumpled piece of paper, coz it carried loads of cherished memories that only I could value... #memories #crumpledpaper

#Memories #crumpledpaper #2YearsOfNojoto

#2YearsOfNojoto Long ago, I used to treasure a crumpled piece of paper,
coz it carried loads of cherished memories that only I could value... #memories #crumpledpaper

Sweta

I am ripped, I am creased, I am crumpled and this makes me a masterpiece. #ripped_life #crumpledthoughts #mythoughts #yqbaba

#ripped_life #crumpledthoughts #MyThoughts #yqbaba

Swapnil Moon

paper. Either you write Or you crumple. What are #dreamsmadeupof? #musingtime #dreams #paper #writes #crumpled #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

What are #dreamsmadeupof? #musingtime #Dreams #paper #writes #Crumpled #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

paper.
Either you write
Or you crumple. What are #dreamsmadeupof? #musingtime #dreams #paper #writes #crumpled #YourQuoteAndMine
Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Vinayak

So what if waiting for her love has brought me a wrinkled face, some poems fate is only written on a crumpled page. In a crumpled ball of paper, lies our abandoned poem. #yourquote #yqbaba #love #life

In a crumpled ball of paper, lies our abandoned poem. #yourquote #yqbaba love life

So what if waiting for
her love has brought me a
wrinkled face, some poems
fate is only written on a
crumpled page. In a crumpled ball of paper, lies our abandoned poem.

#yourquote #yqbaba #love #life

Nitish

कभी कभी मरोड़ा हुआ कागज़ बहुत कुछ बयां कर जाती, जो बड़े बड़े उपन्यास नहीं कर पाते हैं। Sometimes a crumpled page expresses, which most novels fail to say. Happy Sunday! #yqbaba #nitsy

Sometimes a crumpled page expresses, which most novels fail to say. Happy Sunday! #yqbaba #nitsy

कभी कभी मरोड़ा हुआ कागज़ बहुत कुछ बयां कर जाती,
जो बड़े बड़े उपन्यास नहीं कर पाते हैं। Sometimes a crumpled page expresses, which most novels fail to say.

Happy Sunday!
#yqbaba #nitsy

Sanjana Kumar

Like a lot of those severe adrenaline rushes at your touch, these too lay crumpled. These pieces of paper, sprinkled with verses painting your disarming smile and your sonorous laughter, lay strewn on the floor, just like a lot of those promises you killed. Words, that never will be read out loud and tears dried on the surface are all witness to a most spectacular defeat. My defeat, for when I trace your smile along those very words that ruined me. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yqchallenge #paper #love #yqpowrimo #yourquote Crumpled paper, with a story of my ruin.

#yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yqchallenge #paper love #yqpowrimo #yourquote Crumpled paper, with a story of my ruin.

Like a lot of those severe adrenaline
rushes at your touch, these too lay
crumpled.
These pieces of paper, sprinkled with
verses painting your disarming smile
and your sonorous laughter, lay
strewn on the floor, just like a lot of
those promises you killed.
Words, that never will be read out
loud and tears dried on the surface are
all witness to a most spectacular
defeat.
My defeat, for when I trace your smile
along those very words that ruined me.
#yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yqchallenge #paper #love #yqpowrimo #yourquote
Crumpled paper, with a story of my ruin.

sonal jain

An Eye with Dust 👁️ and A heart with trust always cries❤️ Trust is like a paper once it is crumpled could not be perfect again.✍️😊 #Quotes#Heartbreak#Trust#Storyteller#Sobaljain

Trust is like a paper once it is crumpled could not be perfect again.✍️😊 #Quotes #HeartBreak #Trust #StoryTeller #Sobaljain

An Eye with Dust 👁️ and A heart with trust always cries❤️ Trust is like a paper once it is crumpled could not be perfect again.✍️😊 #Quotes#Heartbreak#Trust#Storyteller#Sobaljain

Malak Tariq

For a flower which never knew what it was; every bud felt like a thorn amid thorns For a dream that had skies but no wings to fly; every night seemed to be a circus of regrets ..... For every happy vibe that plumped in the heart; stood a heartbeat of doubt like drumbeats in distress... For every human who thought that he knew what he was; layers after layers of self knit up tight.... Vision came to slither away in silence ; filling the mind with shrill noises . For when i think and not do, and think and not do, I do nothing but everything in my brain , while my body, my bosom just stay like dead beats... I only hear the mind roaring I only eavesdrop on my dying heart beats ....... ~ M. From the dark alleys of the mind, from the crumpled buds we find, comes , a Voice! #nojoto#writer#words#lost#voices#mind#prosandcons#awaken

From the dark alleys of the mind, from the crumpled buds we find, comes , a Voice! nojoto#writer #words #lost #voices #Mind #prosandconsawaken #Poetry #Heart #awakening

For a flower which never knew what it was;
every bud felt like a thorn amid thorns
For a dream that had skies but no wings to fly;
every night seemed to be a circus of regrets .....

For every happy vibe that plumped in the heart;
stood a heartbeat of doubt like drumbeats in distress...
For every human who thought that he knew what he was;
layers after layers of self knit up tight....

Vision came to slither away in silence ;
filling the mind with shrill noises .
For when i think and not do, and think and not do, I do nothing but everything in my brain ,
while my body, my bosom just stay like dead beats...
I only hear the mind roaring
I only eavesdrop on my dying heart beats .......

~ M. From the dark alleys of the mind, from the crumpled buds we find,
comes , a Voice!

#nojoto#writer#words#lost#voices#mind#prosandcons#awaken

Hansika Bansal

The crumpled pages Crumpled pages carry my story Clamour my pains & wounds so gory Clumsy situations where my soul got stuck Coffin was better than those moments so worst Colourless was my world as I lost my father Countless were the responsibilities as I was the elder Chaotic heart with heaviness of loss Castigating myself as if I was the cause Concealing my emotions I started to work Cap-a-pie dirty as I was a child labourer Carrying books in hand was once a dream Contrast to this I got scoldings and screams Can the crumpled pages give my justice? Can cheer & chuckles again exist? My entry for task 2 West Zone team 20 POETRY - THE CRUMPLED PAGES Crumpled pages carry my story Clamour my pains & wounds so gory Cl

My entry for task 2 West Zone team 20 POETRY - THE CRUMPLED PAGES Crumpled pages carry my story Clamour my pains & wounds so gory Cl #yqbaba #pennpopcorn #clashofcorns #eccedentesiasthb #cocday2task2 #hansispoem #wz20

The crumpled pages

Crumpled pages carry my story
Clamour my pains & wounds so gory
Clumsy situations where my soul got stuck
Coffin was better than those moments so worst
Colourless was my world as I lost my father
Countless were the responsibilities as I was the elder
Chaotic heart with heaviness of loss
Castigating myself as if I was the cause
Concealing my emotions I started to work
Cap-a-pie dirty as I was a child labourer
Carrying books in hand was once a dream
Contrast to this I got scoldings and screams
Can the crumpled pages give my justice?
Can cheer & chuckles again exist? My entry for task 2
West Zone team 20

POETRY - THE CRUMPLED PAGES

Crumpled pages carry my story
Clamour my pains & wounds so gory
Cl

Home

Explore

Events

Notification

Profile