New obliterated umbilical artery Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

Diwa

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Love me To the point Where our lines Wildly crisscross Each other-- Where "You" and "I" Cease to exist; Where we evolve Into that solid, Impregnable chunk Of just "Us". "Obliterated Lines" #ObliteratedLines #diwa #yqbaba

Love me To the point Where our lines Wildly crisscross Each other-- Where "You" and "I" Cease to exist; Where we evolve Into that solid, Impregnable chunk Of just "Us". "Obliterated Lines" #ObliteratedLines #diwa #yqbaba

Anonymous

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

In her artery not in vein //In caption// He- Where the whole world exists In her the whole world he sees for everyone he is just the man of joy but she knows he is a stoic driving h

In her artery not in vein //In caption// He- Where the whole world exists In her the whole world he sees for everyone he is just the man of joy but she knows he is a stoic driving h

Esha Maken

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

.... We could have become a poetry together a poetry that seemed beautiful, felt beautiful a poetry that would be recited every time love had

.... We could have become a poetry together a poetry that seemed beautiful, felt beautiful a poetry that would be recited every time love had

CalmKazi

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

दिख रहा है मुझको वो धुंधला नज़ारा । खिड़की के कपाट को थर्राता, चंचल हवा की अठखेलियों भरा, मौसम का हसीन साया । आया है मेरे कमरे में धूप का एक टुकड़ा, तिलमिला कर उठ गए, नन्हे वो धूल के गुच्छे, उड़ चले किसी चाह में मंज़िल से अंजान । बादल सोचता है,क्यों नहीं मैं करता इनका स्वागत अभी । सूर्य के मुखद्वार पर खड़ा वो ये नहीं देखता; जो धूप का टुकड़ा जो ले चला था उन धूमिल कणों को । खो गया है कहीं उसी के आसेब में । Windows in winters. Click on #DhoopKeKisse for more musings on sunlight Translation - I can see that distant blurred view Knocking on my

दिख रहा है मुझको वो धुंधला नज़ारा । खिड़की के कपाट को थर्राता, चंचल हवा की अठखेलियों भरा, मौसम का हसीन साया । आया है मेरे कमरे में धूप का एक टुकड़ा, तिलमिला कर उठ गए, नन्हे वो धूल के गुच्छे, उड़ चले किसी चाह में मंज़िल से अंजान । बादल सोचता है,क्यों नहीं मैं करता इनका स्वागत अभी । सूर्य के मुखद्वार पर खड़ा वो ये नहीं देखता; जो धूप का टुकड़ा जो ले चला था उन धूमिल कणों को । खो गया है कहीं उसी के आसेब में । Windows in winters. Click on #DhoopKeKisse for more musings on sunlight Translation - I can see that distant blurred view Knocking on my

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-79 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Mothers are alike. My humble regards, Pranam and Naman to all my mothers. MOTHER Mothers never die unless we let them mothers never leave us even if we drive them away mother as love, a feeling, an emotion, a blessing hangs on even after she dies only we are to keep her alive that perennial stream of love deep in our heart in our thoughts, words and deeds and let her flow in our artery and vein and bathe our body and mind again and again What can we give in return nothing whatever we are is because of she her unconditional love, affection dedication and sacrifice never force her away from your life don't deprive yourself of that heaven on earth a beggar you will be an orphan searching for an identity a beast having no human qualities. copyright@Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 3.4.2018 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #summer_vacation SOMETHING I LOOK AT-79 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Mothers are alike. My humble regards, Pranam and Naman to all my mothers.

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-79 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Mothers are alike. My humble regards, Pranam and Naman to all my mothers. MOTHER Mothers never die unless we let them mothers never leave us even if we drive them away mother as love, a feeling, an emotion, a blessing hangs on even after she dies only we are to keep her alive that perennial stream of love deep in our heart in our thoughts, words and deeds and let her flow in our artery and vein and bathe our body and mind again and again What can we give in return nothing whatever we are is because of she her unconditional love, affection dedication and sacrifice never force her away from your life don't deprive yourself of that heaven on earth a beggar you will be an orphan searching for an identity a beast having no human qualities. copyright@Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 3.4.2018 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #summer_vacation SOMETHING I LOOK AT-79 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Mothers are alike. My humble regards, Pranam and Naman to all my mothers.

Meera Ali

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running, birds flying with letters in feet. I speak of growing, and she writes an umbilical poetry. Telling the world, I don't want you to write another story, how I got lost at night, and never returned from the forest. I write about the branches and she visits her childhood, swinging only to remember, how her sister was abducted, each time, she closed her eyes. This time I took the pen to find her breaths, hanging tied from the noose. The outside world is beautiful, her mother whispered, like a concilliabule between hushes and fears. She dreading her baby steps will soon turn into a woman's freedom, like her mother's living nightmares from which she is about to born. For better reading. There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a

There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running, birds flying with letters in feet. I speak of growing, and she writes an umbilical poetry. Telling the world, I don't want you to write another story, how I got lost at night, and never returned from the forest. I write about the branches and she visits her childhood, swinging only to remember, how her sister was abducted, each time, she closed her eyes. This time I took the pen to find her breaths, hanging tied from the noose. The outside world is beautiful, her mother whispered, like a concilliabule between hushes and fears. She dreading her baby steps will soon turn into a woman's freedom, like her mother's living nightmares from which she is about to born. For better reading. There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a

Chitra Iyer

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

In the caption, I flow.. Every month her womb copiously cries, bleeding to remind her that she is the creator's pride, She smiles as it cries, refusing to weep eve

In the caption, I flow.. Every month her womb copiously cries, bleeding to remind her that she is the creator's pride, She smiles as it cries, refusing to weep eve

Esha Maken

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

How can you do this to me? No, you cannot! You held me like a maple leaf, Left me in a disbelief! "You cannot do this to me!" Tragedy is what they say to the incomplete love stories, Have you ever experienced the feeling of being unlo

How can you do this to me? No, you cannot! You held me like a maple leaf, Left me in a disbelief! "You cannot do this to me!" Tragedy is what they say to the incomplete love stories, Have you ever experienced the feeling of being unlo

Monika

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Ode to the Fish by Ellen Bass Nights when I can’t sleep, I listen to the sea lionsbarking from the rocks off the lighthouse.I look out th

Ode to the Fish by Ellen Bass Nights when I can’t sleep, I listen to the sea lionsbarking from the rocks off the lighthouse.I look out th

Apollo Hospital

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Best Cardiac surgeon in Allahabad - Apollo Hospital Apollo medics super specialty hospitals with more than 300 beds provide quaternary trea

Best Cardiac surgeon in Allahabad - Apollo Hospital Apollo medics super specialty hospitals with more than 300 beds provide quaternary trea