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Mr Pebble #enchanted_weirdos #ew_creepy #ew_halloween #chitshorror The day found me in a foul mood sitting by a brook, playing with pebbles. I was

Mr Pebble #enchanted_weirdos #ew_creepy #ew_halloween #chitshorror The day found me in a foul mood sitting by a brook, playing with pebbles. I was

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i saw you crying on the terrace today~— % & I saw you crying on the terrace, today. The sun, as a blonde haired girl, witnessed it too but don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

i saw you crying on the terrace today~— % & I saw you crying on the terrace, today. The sun, as a blonde haired girl, witnessed it too but don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

Sanjana Kumar

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Closure isn't for sale, evidently. And no amount I'm willing to spare can compete to the vulnerability my bones could spell out as they sound so hollow, as hollow as the condolence I extend to you in hopes I'll be consoling myself. //caption// Not Quite. The day felt light-headed itself today, the winter sun like a lost ball of warmth gone rogue. The almost-evening-but-not-quite-d

Closure isn't for sale, evidently. And no amount I'm willing to spare can compete to the vulnerability my bones could spell out as they sound so hollow, as hollow as the condolence I extend to you in hopes I'll be consoling myself. //caption// Not Quite. The day felt light-headed itself today, the winter sun like a lost ball of warmth gone rogue. The almost-evening-but-not-quite-d

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°°The Green Delay °° (caption) °°The Green Delay°° In heaven did I lie, with angels circling me, singing 'never let me go' in the best of melodies when the curtains of re

°°The Green Delay °° (caption) °°The Green Delay°° In heaven did I lie, with angels circling me, singing 'never let me go' in the best of melodies when the curtains of re

Simmi Singh

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It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I look around everything is painted in shades of grey and I know I look the same to my constant stalker who lives 3 blocks away. I can't see but I can hear the old granny's steps as she stomps down the stairs with disgust and disappointed as her only sun didn't show up to bathe her wrinkled skin in hues of yellow and red. There is a flock of children huddled closely under a peepal tree. their chirps are louder than the birds lurking around in the bunch of grey leaves. The fog is thicker than my skin yet I can see the gold that outlines the white dhoti which Mahendra uncle is drapped in. He is here doing his most usual thing Surya Namaskar in the morning. A fog has drapped my city yet my eyes can see everything even without seeing it. Read below if the image isn't clear enough. It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I lo

It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I look around everything is painted in shades of grey and I know I look the same to my constant stalker who lives 3 blocks away. I can't see but I can hear the old granny's steps as she stomps down the stairs with disgust and disappointed as her only sun didn't show up to bathe her wrinkled skin in hues of yellow and red. There is a flock of children huddled closely under a peepal tree. their chirps are louder than the birds lurking around in the bunch of grey leaves. The fog is thicker than my skin yet I can see the gold that outlines the white dhoti which Mahendra uncle is drapped in. He is here doing his most usual thing Surya Namaskar in the morning. A fog has drapped my city yet my eyes can see everything even without seeing it. Read below if the image isn't clear enough. It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I lo

Sai Manohar

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Art, science or theology are but, varied methods to the same end. It ain't a matter of superiority; just a principle of economics. #smimano Once, in the city of Canterbury, the local theatre was infested by moths. As they roamed about scattered, the owner didn't know, h

Art, science or theology are but, varied methods to the same end. It ain't a matter of superiority; just a principle of economics. #smimano Once, in the city of Canterbury, the local theatre was infested by moths. As they roamed about scattered, the owner didn't know, h

nipun dixit

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“ WAR-ZONE ” ( Poem in the caption ) A war robs the breath, Grows like yeast, millions dead. Not just flesh but kills the soul, Deals the body and mind with crippling blow. So

“ WAR-ZONE ” ( Poem in the caption ) A war robs the breath, Grows like yeast, millions dead. Not just flesh but kills the soul, Deals the body and mind with crippling blow. So

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“ WAR-ZONE ” ( Poem in the caption ) A war robs the breath, Grows like yeast, millions dead. Not just flesh but kills the soul, Deals the body and mind with crippling blow. So

“ WAR-ZONE ” ( Poem in the caption ) A war robs the breath, Grows like yeast, millions dead. Not just flesh but kills the soul, Deals the body and mind with crippling blow. So

Sanjana Kumar

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You're not expecting a soundless wind chime. //caption// You're expecting the rains. Grey clouds, huddled together and parting together and letting it all out. You're expecting rain drops on

You're not expecting a soundless wind chime. //caption// You're expecting the rains. Grey clouds, huddled together and parting together and letting it all out. You're expecting rain drops on

Sanjana Kumar

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What if I stopped using metaphors? //read full poem in caption// We use monochrome filters for the ruins we capture through the camera lenses. As if, the laughter that echoes off its walls and the tears t

What if I stopped using metaphors? //read full poem in caption// We use monochrome filters for the ruins we capture through the camera lenses. As if, the laughter that echoes off its walls and the tears t