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Bharath Nandibhatla

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When someone calls you a son of a bitch, please don't take it as an offense. Every son of a bitch is a dog. And dogs, in my experience, are a lot better than humans. Barking dogs seldom bite. Buzzing bees seldom sting. Talking men seldom think.

When someone calls you a son of a bitch, please don't take it as an offense. Every son of a bitch is a dog. And dogs, in my experience, are a lot better than humans. Barking dogs seldom bite. Buzzing bees seldom sting. Talking men seldom think.

Siddarth

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Nothing funny here Just people after posting non stop ruppa rup 'I have a joke' quotes My feed is buzzing with these and I didn't even get one idea on this😅😅😅 🎥Collab on this #YQMeme, make your multiple FunnyMeme FilmyMeme ent

Nothing funny here Just people after posting non stop ruppa rup 'I have a joke' quotes My feed is buzzing with these and I didn't even get one idea on this😅😅😅 🎥Collab on this #YQMeme, make your multiple FunnyMeme FilmyMeme ent

Dr.Sameeksha Koundal🐾

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Inside my dreams Takes my consciousness to extreme Screeching my ears even in daydream The more I try to run away More it try to jerk my self esteem Stumbling my confidence And makes me to witness bloodstream You won't believe but I'm going through all this when I entered thirteen. My ears are buzzing of those witch's scream 🌚 What about yours? 🧛🏻‍♀️🌚 Collab on this Prompt and write about those uncontrolled screams.

Inside my dreams Takes my consciousness to extreme Screeching my ears even in daydream The more I try to run away More it try to jerk my self esteem Stumbling my confidence And makes me to witness bloodstream You won't believe but I'm going through all this when I entered thirteen. My ears are buzzing of those witch's scream 🌚 What about yours? 🧛🏻‍♀️🌚 Collab on this Prompt and write about those uncontrolled screams.

Meemansha mishra

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Will you? Sitting on that bench once again... Where we used to sit together.. Where our sorrows meet. Where our laughters collide. Our small lovely

Will you? Sitting on that bench once again... Where we used to sit together.. Where our sorrows meet. Where our laughters collide. Our small lovely

Goutam Parua"নির্মল"।

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-:নির্মল সঙ্গীত কাব্য-১৩২:- গৌতম পড়ুয়া"নির্মল"।🙏🙏🙏 আজি ধরনী বহিয়া চলে কোলাহলে- তারি মাঝে জাগ্রত বসন্ত, ধূসর ফাগুন বেলা বিহগের নাহি খেলা নাহি মেলা মিলনের আনন্দ।। সকল প্রানের মাঝে বাজে গো বাজে গো বাজে বেসুর সুরের সুর-ছন্দ, অবহেলা অনাদরে কুসুম ঝরিয়া পড়ে বাতাসে বহে না তার মধু-গন্ধ।। বাতাসে বহে না তার গন্ধ- মনের আকাশে মেলা-মেশা বন্ধ। বন্ধ প্রানের গান সুললিত সুর-তান সুরভীত মনের দিগন্ত, বিপুল জগৎ বনে জগৎ আপন মনে আপনি মগন ধ্যানে চির-শান্ত।। ©Goutam Parua"নির্মল"। -:নির্মল সঙ্গীত কাব্য-১৩২:- গৌতম পড়ুয়া"নির্মল"।🙏🙏🙏 আজি ধরনী বহিয়া চলে কোলাহলে- তারি মাঝে জাগ্রত বসন্ত, ধূসর ফাগুন বেলা বিহগের নাহি খেলা ন

-:নির্মল সঙ্গীত কাব্য-১৩২:- গৌতম পড়ুয়া"নির্মল"।🙏🙏🙏 আজি ধরনী বহিয়া চলে কোলাহলে- তারি মাঝে জাগ্রত বসন্ত, ধূসর ফাগুন বেলা বিহগের নাহি খেলা নাহি মেলা মিলনের আনন্দ।। সকল প্রানের মাঝে বাজে গো বাজে গো বাজে বেসুর সুরের সুর-ছন্দ, অবহেলা অনাদরে কুসুম ঝরিয়া পড়ে বাতাসে বহে না তার মধু-গন্ধ।। বাতাসে বহে না তার গন্ধ- মনের আকাশে মেলা-মেশা বন্ধ। বন্ধ প্রানের গান সুললিত সুর-তান সুরভীত মনের দিগন্ত, বিপুল জগৎ বনে জগৎ আপন মনে আপনি মগন ধ্যানে চির-শান্ত।। ©Goutam Parua"নির্মল"। -:নির্মল সঙ্গীত কাব্য-১৩২:- গৌতম পড়ুয়া"নির্মল"।🙏🙏🙏 আজি ধরনী বহিয়া চলে কোলাহলে- তারি মাঝে জাগ্রত বসন্ত, ধূসর ফাগুন বেলা বিহগের নাহি খেলা ন

Jasmine Saini

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Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep. Such a nectar in my streams flow! Beside them, the golden daffodils glow! I seldom have met with any health loss. The landscape with glimmering humble life, Simple tender painting of folklife, Ah! The soft scenes of contentment and ease. Jasmine flowers here wildly grow! Such a wild melody here flow! Life here is like a boss. Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with f

Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep. Such a nectar in my streams flow! Beside them, the golden daffodils glow! I seldom have met with any health loss. The landscape with glimmering humble life, Simple tender painting of folklife, Ah! The soft scenes of contentment and ease. Jasmine flowers here wildly grow! Such a wild melody here flow! Life here is like a boss. Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with f

Hansika Bansal

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The Buzz Due to load of office work, today I had to work late . In my mind was the tension of that word load and in my heart was the fear of my wife.

The Buzz Due to load of office work, today I had to work late . In my mind was the tension of that word load and in my heart was the fear of my wife.

Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola

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HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The buzzing of its unnatural, translucent wings producing a trepidation deep inside my core, making my feeble frame shudder with angst. In lieu, if I engage with it, I know forsooth, it will sting me and make me virulent. The stinger that was remained inhumed, bleeding its poison, oozing its pleasure, tardily, in my stream and my soul, still penetrated, in my flesh somewhere, paralyzing my frail body and, arresting my wee thoughts, with the soft warmth of the sweet torpor while the foreboding of the impending doom lies in wait. ©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola #kitaabein HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The

HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The buzzing of its unnatural, translucent wings producing a trepidation deep inside my core, making my feeble frame shudder with angst. In lieu, if I engage with it, I know forsooth, it will sting me and make me virulent. The stinger that was remained inhumed, bleeding its poison, oozing its pleasure, tardily, in my stream and my soul, still penetrated, in my flesh somewhere, paralyzing my frail body and, arresting my wee thoughts, with the soft warmth of the sweet torpor while the foreboding of the impending doom lies in wait. ©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola #kitaabein HOVER You are the lingering feeling that is perpetually hovering over my head, like a killer hornet, whom I can't ignore. The

Arka Deb Burman

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যা চেয়েছি তা জটেনাই...... আর যা পেয়েছি তা কল্পনাতীত ..... Dear Patience, You visited me when I was a child didn't you? Then they beat it out of my system. I waited for love to arrive with you I wa

যা চেয়েছি তা জটেনাই...... আর যা পেয়েছি তা কল্পনাতীত ..... Dear Patience, You visited me when I was a child didn't you? Then they beat it out of my system. I waited for love to arrive with you I wa

Aditi Rathore

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"Quarantine" (Read in caption) It all feels like an absurd dream. None of it seems to be true. The most buzzing streets are now deafened with peaceful silence. Birds are n

"Quarantine" (Read in caption) It all feels like an absurd dream. None of it seems to be true. The most buzzing streets are now deafened with peaceful silence. Birds are n