How do I tell you I have no bottle, no box that I can preserve your sun kissed complexion and the differentiated brown of your eyes in? What form do I memorise it in? A prose? Or is it too fluid for that? A poetry? Or, too carved-in-stone? How do I tell you I can not be as kind as you are? Where do I preserve all of that kindness your smile etches, not just on your face, but on everyone's face your gaze falls on? Melange. Of questions I have for you as you sit across stirring your coffee to perfection and smiling at the commercials on the television.

Melange. Of questions I have for you as you sit across stirring your coffee to perfection and smiling at the commercials on the television. #Question #kindness #yqbaba #yqtales #NAPOWRIMO #day1 #yoprowrimo

How do I tell you I have no
bottle, no box that I can preserve
your sun kissed complexion and
the differentiated brown of your
eyes in?
What form do I memorise it in?
A prose? Or is it too fluid
for that?
A poetry? Or, too
carved-in-stone?
How do I tell you I can not be
as kind as you are?
Where do I preserve all of
that kindness your smile etches,
not just on your face, but on
everyone's face
your gaze falls on?

Melange.
Of questions I have for you as you sit across stirring your coffee to perfection and smiling at the commercials on the television.

Monalisa Guje

I hope you knew. Often we see that the commercials of sanitary napkin show blue liquid to show menstrual blood. Let's break the taboos. ✨ Collab with Oh! Wo

Often we see that the commercials of sanitary napkin show blue liquid to show menstrual blood. Let's break the taboos. ✨ Collab with Oh! Wo #YourQuoteAndMine #empoweringwomen #ohwomaniyacollabs #yqow #monalisaguje #monagujequotes #owblue

I hope you knew. Often we see that the commercials of sanitary napkin show blue liquid to show menstrual blood. Let's break the taboos.

✨ Collab with Oh! Wo

Sanjana Kumar

The way he seemed to recognise me and me, him . //caption// Iron Railings in RGB Shades. I.The iron railings look pretty, for once. The same old iron railings. Painted a shade of yellow or black or

Iron Railings in RGB Shades. I.The iron railings look pretty, for once. The same old iron railings. Painted a shade of yellow or black or #yourquote #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqtales #yqquotes #yqpowrimo

The way he seemed
to recognise me
and me, him .

//caption// Iron Railings in RGB Shades.

I.The iron railings look pretty, for once.
The same old iron railings. Painted
a shade of yellow or black or

CalmKazi

I’ve become that guy ... Recently I finished watching yet another series I have been following for the last three years. Edging towards the season finale, I found my

Recently I finished watching yet another series I have been following for the last three years. Edging towards the season finale, I found my #yqbaba #longform #365days365quotes #calmkaziwrites

I’ve become that guy ...

Recently I finished watching yet another series I have been following for the last three years. Edging towards the season finale, I found my

कवि राहुल पाल 🔵

Read in captions.. Laziness has been considered a social and personal evil since ancient times. Attempts to bully lazy people through proverbs like "" jo sowat

Laziness has been considered a social and personal evil since ancient times. Attempts to bully lazy people through proverbs like "" jo sowat

Read in captions.. Laziness has been considered a social and personal evil since ancient times. Attempts to bully lazy people through proverbs like "" jo sowat

Sanjana Kumar

While my dida (grandma) still let's me hide away into her bosom for a few moments, those moments seem almost stolen. Stolen from a stack of collective moments that would perhaps, let her sleep peacefully, sleep after she's completed all the household chores, for which she has forever refused a domestic help. //full poem in caption// I."And then the thunder said that the eighth of the children born to his sister of affection, would be his slayer. The savior, the Lord. "

I."And then the thunder said that the eighth of the children born to his sister of affection, would be his slayer. The savior, the Lord. " #poetrycommunity #yqbaba #poemsporn #yqquotes #poetsofinstagram

While my dida (grandma) still let's
me hide away into her bosom
for a few moments, those
moments seem almost stolen.
Stolen from a stack of collective
moments that would perhaps,
let her sleep peacefully, sleep
after she's completed all the
household chores, for which she
has forever refused a
domestic help.

//full poem in caption// I."And then the thunder said that the eighth of the children born to his sister of affection, would be his slayer.
The savior, the Lord. "

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