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•The Starry Night• Recapturing the strands of life, I found an existence in the starry night. In the oil-on-canvas painting, I found emotions captured in the starry night. To the dominated moon and star fiilled night sky, I see a muted hope which depicts the starry night. To the swirling patterns which seems like the surface of waves, I feel the memories floating with time inside the starry night. The crescent moon and the bright orbs surrounded by concentric circles, might be the sought of respite from suffering,which silences the starry night. Beneath the hope and sufferings, there resides a village of mim houses. And I clasp the symbols which illustrates the image of the starry night. The fire like cypress tree which serves as the only link between land and sky, might be the only bridge of life and death, recorded inside the starry night. The blue black mountains beneath the cosm of dreams, terminates the hidden feelings and concludes the starry night. What does the silent starry night speak about the painter Tanya? Maybe the painter's shattered hope is delineated by the starry night. The starry night~ a painting by Dutch Post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. #ghazal #englishghazal #thestarrynight #yqbaba #rzmp87

•The Starry Night• Recapturing the strands of life, I found an existence in the starry night. In the oil-on-canvas painting, I found emotions captured in the starry night. To the dominated moon and star fiilled night sky, I see a muted hope which depicts the starry night. To the swirling patterns which seems like the surface of waves, I feel the memories floating with time inside the starry night. The crescent moon and the bright orbs surrounded by concentric circles, might be the sought of respite from suffering,which silences the starry night. Beneath the hope and sufferings, there resides a village of mim houses. And I clasp the symbols which illustrates the image of the starry night. The fire like cypress tree which serves as the only link between land and sky, might be the only bridge of life and death, recorded inside the starry night. The blue black mountains beneath the cosm of dreams, terminates the hidden feelings and concludes the starry night. What does the silent starry night speak about the painter Tanya? Maybe the painter's shattered hope is delineated by the starry night. The starry night~ a painting by Dutch Post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. #ghazal #englishghazal #thestarrynight #yqbaba #rzmp87

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a starry night. With the charm of moon and no burns in the name of warmth! The Starry Night✨ #ATskywithoutsun ✨ BG credits: sandhya udupa #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #lovewithouthim #yqaestheticthoughts #yqdidi #s

a starry night. With the charm of moon and no burns in the name of warmth! The Starry Night✨ #ATskywithoutsun ✨ BG credits: sandhya udupa #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #lovewithouthim #yqaestheticthoughts #yqdidi #s

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The starry night taunts me alone. The starry night killed every day in memory of him. Ask me when she will come back to me- Know what the excuse is, the starry night. Hearing the thump of the beat in the blank silence- Starry night hitting your heart straight. To wake me up when I fall asleep- Starry night by forcibly hitting the doors. Sometimes I find myself talking to myself- ©BROKENBOY #dilkibaat The starry night taunts me alone. The starry night killed every day in memory of him. Ask me when she will come back to me- Kn

The starry night taunts me alone. The starry night killed every day in memory of him. Ask me when she will come back to me- Know what the excuse is, the starry night. Hearing the thump of the beat in the blank silence- Starry night hitting your heart straight. To wake me up when I fall asleep- Starry night by forcibly hitting the doors. Sometimes I find myself talking to myself- ©BROKENBOY #dilkibaat The starry night taunts me alone. The starry night killed every day in memory of him. Ask me when she will come back to me- Kn

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Day and Night, I think about you I'm so completely in love with you There's no one other than you in my life For your love only, I now survive Your love has given meaning to my existence It has become, now my life's essence You are the Sun of my darkest night Your companionship, remove my fright You have touched my heart to the core Your love, now I want more and more Day Met Night Once again our eyes met Since then I couldn't forget you. Your aura decorated my soul

Day and Night, I think about you I'm so completely in love with you There's no one other than you in my life For your love only, I now survive Your love has given meaning to my existence It has become, now my life's essence You are the Sun of my darkest night Your companionship, remove my fright You have touched my heart to the core Your love, now I want more and more Day Met Night Once again our eyes met Since then I couldn't forget you. Your aura decorated my soul

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The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to

The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to

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Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fittings of cloaks and mantles, in which I was so desired to enclose myself but perhaps not deserved. The measuring tape of talents and skills, is overrated for my fittings, some of them, speak of hollowness while others rebuke anger. My wrists sometimes, fall small for the sleeves of perfection's whereabouts and sometimes overdo the neck of lies. Tailored Fittings Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fit

Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fittings of cloaks and mantles, in which I was so desired to enclose myself but perhaps not deserved. The measuring tape of talents and skills, is overrated for my fittings, some of them, speak of hollowness while others rebuke anger. My wrists sometimes, fall small for the sleeves of perfection's whereabouts and sometimes overdo the neck of lies. Tailored Fittings Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fit

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#Day27 // A Starry Night- Sangfroid // //Caption // A Starry Night // I stare at the starry night, Where stars shine, scorching Away a part of mine. The night is young and bright, While

#Day27 // A Starry Night- Sangfroid // //Caption // A Starry Night // I stare at the starry night, Where stars shine, scorching Away a part of mine. The night is young and bright, While

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The tradegy of being a writer. (Read Caption)— % & It can't go back more than backspace, so I choose to shift the mountains and valleys in the middle of my lines, it breaks. The cracks follo

The tradegy of being a writer. (Read Caption)— % & It can't go back more than backspace, so I choose to shift the mountains and valleys in the middle of my lines, it breaks. The cracks follo

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Tales of frozen fireflies. //Caption. "Where is my another sock??? I am getting late for office." you will ask. I will run towards the cupboard and yell on you,"Can't you see??"

Tales of frozen fireflies. //Caption. "Where is my another sock??? I am getting late for office." you will ask. I will run towards the cupboard and yell on you,"Can't you see??"