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Santhosha V

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Leaves in the twigs. Leaf by leaf, fall from the trees. Free from the twigs, dance in the air. Play in the rain, drenched every vein. Layer by layer, become manure. Creep through the roots, creak in the shoots. To grow big soon, devour the noon. Indicate the twigs, with pointy tips. Time to be free, you better let us. Descend on the bed, like I said. To dance with air, play in the rain. ©Santhosha V #Leaves in the twigs

Leaves in the twigs. Leaf by leaf, fall from the trees. Free from the twigs, dance in the air. Play in the rain, drenched every vein. Layer by layer, become manure. Creep through the roots, creak in the shoots. To grow big soon, devour the noon. Indicate the twigs, with pointy tips. Time to be free, you better let us. Descend on the bed, like I said. To dance with air, play in the rain. ©Santhosha V #Leaves in the twigs

Raja Imran

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Life quotes in hindi Drumsound rises in the air Its throb, my heart a voice inside the beauty say, "I know you're tired, but come, this is the eay". #NojotoQuote #poetry #poems #poetsofinstagram #followmee #beauty #leaves #twigs #bushes #photography #kashmir #bloodshed #fshion #success #creative

Life quotes in hindi Drumsound rises in the air Its throb, my heart a voice inside the beauty say, "I know you're tired, but come, this is the eay". #NojotoQuote #poetry #poems #poetsofinstagram #followmee #beauty #leaves #twigs #bushes #photography #kashmir #bloodshed #fshion #success #creative

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///Dream in a dream/// Lost I was wandering.... Some evenings can do this to you....and you don't mind living a little bit more. #Eveningblues , Prose. (Full piece in caption) #yqbaba #yqdidi #peppeboy #mythoughts #yqquotes #Eveningblues #wanderingthoughts Lost I was wandering, Walking by the neighbouring woods,

///Dream in a dream/// Lost I was wandering.... Some evenings can do this to you....and you don't mind living a little bit more. #Eveningblues , Prose. (Full piece in caption) #yqbaba #yqdidi #peppeboy #mythoughts #yqquotes #Eveningblues #wanderingthoughts Lost I was wandering, Walking by the neighbouring woods,

Rajat Kumar Dalai

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//Hiraeth(n.)- a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. You nest your eyes on hers And ask if they're a nest of twigs If you can find a corner with love Or live in her beaks amidst swings... (Full poem in caption) ©Rajat Kumar Dalai //Hiraeth(n.)- a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief fo

//Hiraeth(n.)- a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. You nest your eyes on hers And ask if they're a nest of twigs If you can find a corner with love Or live in her beaks amidst swings... (Full poem in caption) ©Rajat Kumar Dalai //Hiraeth(n.)- a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief fo

Ramona Singh

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Panic I swing on a swing. I swing high and free. I swing mighty. My legs are flexible stalks of bamboo My hands are sturdy logs. They grip the cha

Panic I swing on a swing. I swing high and free. I swing mighty. My legs are flexible stalks of bamboo My hands are sturdy logs. They grip the cha

Sanjana Kumar

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This early winter has a weird aura to it, you see. There are these migratory birds too, a bit of yellow on the head, a bit of red near the nose. //caption// Late Autumn -Sanjana Kumar The mosaic floor of the roof is a mess, I tell you. Broken twigs of plants, of varying sizes and at varying sta

This early winter has a weird aura to it, you see. There are these migratory birds too, a bit of yellow on the head, a bit of red near the nose. //caption// Late Autumn -Sanjana Kumar The mosaic floor of the roof is a mess, I tell you. Broken twigs of plants, of varying sizes and at varying sta

Kartik Prajapat

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a wink diffuse to fairy lights in the wake of 2020, I dab my eyes. guggal dhoop smells of my past, the now, I see hearth consuming me a considerable heat, I can still live on. । read in the caption.. । the substance to my living- nothing. I settle down days for some more. speaks she, lighting the Garbha Deep " add extra ghee in it, let divi

a wink diffuse to fairy lights in the wake of 2020, I dab my eyes. guggal dhoop smells of my past, the now, I see hearth consuming me a considerable heat, I can still live on. । read in the caption.. । the substance to my living- nothing. I settle down days for some more. speaks she, lighting the Garbha Deep " add extra ghee in it, let divi

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poems ain't home. — % & poems ain't home. eh, how many nights do you need, old man? to see that the twigs with which you build your hut are see-through, to know

poems ain't home. — % & poems ain't home. eh, how many nights do you need, old man? to see that the twigs with which you build your hut are see-through, to know

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The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead! Still half asleep and giddy-- Heart, thumping like a grating drill-- I opened my billowing curtains To check this noisy existence; Then, lo and behold! A ludicrous creature yelled at me; A being, dripping and so filthy, Stared right back at me-- As if daring me to cackle At his wrought up ensemble of twigs! It took me a few moments to discern That the lunatic monster, Flapping his limbs, was my neighbor-- The one who seemed too urbane To even try such a risible caper! There he went, hopping about, As if the whole wide world wasn't there-- Terrorizing young, innocent minds And gripping the tongues of busybodies Who were too scandalized to act! For, how does one siphon a valid riposte When one finds a sophisticated old man Gambolling about the ricefields, Turned into mucky rivulets, In front of one's house? One just stupidly gapes, that is! "The Dousing Sight Of An Old Man" The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who mere

The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead! Still half asleep and giddy-- Heart, thumping like a grating drill-- I opened my billowing curtains To check this noisy existence; Then, lo and behold! A ludicrous creature yelled at me; A being, dripping and so filthy, Stared right back at me-- As if daring me to cackle At his wrought up ensemble of twigs! It took me a few moments to discern That the lunatic monster, Flapping his limbs, was my neighbor-- The one who seemed too urbane To even try such a risible caper! There he went, hopping about, As if the whole wide world wasn't there-- Terrorizing young, innocent minds And gripping the tongues of busybodies Who were too scandalized to act! For, how does one siphon a valid riposte When one finds a sophisticated old man Gambolling about the ricefields, Turned into mucky rivulets, In front of one's house? One just stupidly gapes, that is! "The Dousing Sight Of An Old Man" The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who mere

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willing~— % & Rubbing my neck, a black residue deposits on my palms, in the form of an old lady's static hair in thunder- the ones that are few yet ain't

willing~— % & Rubbing my neck, a black residue deposits on my palms, in the form of an old lady's static hair in thunder- the ones that are few yet ain't