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Madhaw Patidar 🖍

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#quotes #suave #carpediem #BLACKNWHITE #shayri #innerthought Mehvish ali naaz Ritika suryavanshi anjali jain Lipika Jain Pratibha Tiwari(s

#quotes #suave #carpediem #BLACKNWHITE #shayri #innerthought Mehvish ali naaz Ritika suryavanshi anjali jain Lipika Jain Pratibha Tiwari(s

Madhaw Patidar 🖍

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#quotes #suave #streetwear #carpediem #wednesday Neeraj Bakle (neer✍🏻) R..Rahul💎💎 Ashok kale Shubham Hathi Abhishek khokhar

#quotes #suave #streetwear #carpediem #wednesday Neeraj Bakle (neer✍🏻) R..Rahul💎💎 Ashok kale Shubham Hathi Abhishek khokhar

Claudia Luethi a. Abdelghafar

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Wonderful oilpainting on canvas from a horse portrait. wonderful! The expression and the suave violet colors in the background compose an ex

Wonderful oilpainting on canvas from a horse portrait. wonderful! The expression and the suave violet colors in the background compose an ex

Anuj Jain

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Victorian times were ah so prudish, Nothing compared to what you call boorish, Helena was sick and tired of being goody good, Decided to travel in the next century to hollywood She was lucky she met Antonio Banderas Oh how handsome and suave he was She swooned and oohed and aahed Forgetting all conventional grace She proposed him in a daze But however much beautiful she was Antonio refused to take a call Her dresses came in the way of it I guess Antonio was not prepared to time do waste It took an hour to don all dress What with all the hoops and petticoats and skirts and corsets, And a good half and hour to take off them It was all beyond Antonio's patience. Victorian times were ah so prudish, Nothing compared to what you call boorish, Helena was sick and tired of being goody good, Decided to tr

Victorian times were ah so prudish, Nothing compared to what you call boorish, Helena was sick and tired of being goody good, Decided to travel in the next century to hollywood She was lucky she met Antonio Banderas Oh how handsome and suave he was She swooned and oohed and aahed Forgetting all conventional grace She proposed him in a daze But however much beautiful she was Antonio refused to take a call Her dresses came in the way of it I guess Antonio was not prepared to time do waste It took an hour to don all dress What with all the hoops and petticoats and skirts and corsets, And a good half and hour to take off them It was all beyond Antonio's patience. Victorian times were ah so prudish, Nothing compared to what you call boorish, Helena was sick and tired of being goody good, Decided to tr

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sherbet~ Cotton candy dresses these people wear, above your head they soar, beyond your reach they will. Oddly matched gloves I wear,

sherbet~ Cotton candy dresses these people wear, above your head they soar, beyond your reach they will. Oddly matched gloves I wear,

Somya Baranwal

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Flying Without Wings Please read caption The nights lasts a century. I feel the betrayal of the world. Thousand thoughts will torture till morning. What a! double filter in my mi

Flying Without Wings Please read caption The nights lasts a century. I feel the betrayal of the world. Thousand thoughts will torture till morning. What a! double filter in my mi

Zumi

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*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

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The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. //Caption The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. There's an ar

The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. //Caption The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. There's an ar

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*Of Broken Dreams* My dreams are broken, Like a freshly plucked flower, Left to dry on a God's idol. My dreams are broken, Like a tender leaf, Left in dern oblivion. My dreams are broken, Just like a lover's heart, Leaping in the ocean To catch the endless horizon. My dreams are broken, Like bones of a shifting Werewolf, causing immense pain. My dreams are broken, Like a shooting star, Left to die an unnatural death. My dreams are broken, Like a lantern, jealous of the star, Who himself lies broken, dead. //Caption *Of Broken Dreams* I play with my own dreams, When the dusk comes alive and, The sun sets down the horizon. I play with my own dreams,

*Of Broken Dreams* My dreams are broken, Like a freshly plucked flower, Left to dry on a God's idol. My dreams are broken, Like a tender leaf, Left in dern oblivion. My dreams are broken, Just like a lover's heart, Leaping in the ocean To catch the endless horizon. My dreams are broken, Like bones of a shifting Werewolf, causing immense pain. My dreams are broken, Like a shooting star, Left to die an unnatural death. My dreams are broken, Like a lantern, jealous of the star, Who himself lies broken, dead. //Caption *Of Broken Dreams* I play with my own dreams, When the dusk comes alive and, The sun sets down the horizon. I play with my own dreams,

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*Dadirri* We, a part of nature, see it bloom, Tune in with a symphony of epiphanies, Quite a stillness, Quiet many realizations. Dadirri. Period. //Caption *Dadirri* Walking on the steep terrains in tea gardens in Kerala, Flowing with the river of green, Frozen stars watched me with smiles,

*Dadirri* We, a part of nature, see it bloom, Tune in with a symphony of epiphanies, Quite a stillness, Quiet many realizations. Dadirri. Period. //Caption *Dadirri* Walking on the steep terrains in tea gardens in Kerala, Flowing with the river of green, Frozen stars watched me with smiles,