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The Dream Doodler

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My lenses glanced at another set From the light of you, to the dark, uncertain Birds got their home... I broke with time, never listened Possibilities hovered through another era Another 'you' shedded My lenses glanced at another set The attic was same with myself Only my actions never matched me saying, "Full stops must be celebrated." Sets. Another year is ending with so many leaves of possibilities shedding, maybe. Pic clicked with a blurred vision but focused camera :)

My lenses glanced at another set From the light of you, to the dark, uncertain Birds got their home... I broke with time, never listened Possibilities hovered through another era Another 'you' shedded My lenses glanced at another set The attic was same with myself Only my actions never matched me saying, "Full stops must be celebrated." Sets. Another year is ending with so many leaves of possibilities shedding, maybe. Pic clicked with a blurred vision but focused camera :)

DrLal Thadani

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Reminds me of Distorted personality Blurred vision Maligned thoughts Anxiety and Obsessive Disorders #LiveAndLoveLifeByLal Collab with this prompt given by Cascade Writers using the hashtag #cwTheghost Font: Newsreader The ghosts within me Reminds me of Distort

Reminds me of Distorted personality Blurred vision Maligned thoughts Anxiety and Obsessive Disorders #LiveAndLoveLifeByLal Collab with this prompt given by Cascade Writers using the hashtag #cwTheghost Font: Newsreader The ghosts within me Reminds me of Distort

Psychic Priya

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My dreams bear a resemblance to these delicate colorful sparkling lead crystal glass stars;the light holders... create a beguiling play of light when are lit by creative power of phantoms from my head, try to grasp reality and sparkle my lackluster eyes having blurred visions/plans for a long time; Thereby I get the luminosity of hope flares my spirit & sets my soul on fire. Do you have any idea of the prowess of ideation; what goes to happen next? At sudden,motive of the life becomes apparent with the flare that heats my competency & flickers my belief function; Simply,when life is likely to be bleak, the dreams add new colors; colors of aspiration, briskness & the fervency; having my heart set to do something. Dreams are fragile,hold carefully and adoringly.♥️ // My dreams bear a resemblance to these delicate colorful sparkling lead crystal glass

My dreams bear a resemblance to these delicate colorful sparkling lead crystal glass stars;the light holders... create a beguiling play of light when are lit by creative power of phantoms from my head, try to grasp reality and sparkle my lackluster eyes having blurred visions/plans for a long time; Thereby I get the luminosity of hope flares my spirit & sets my soul on fire. Do you have any idea of the prowess of ideation; what goes to happen next? At sudden,motive of the life becomes apparent with the flare that heats my competency & flickers my belief function; Simply,when life is likely to be bleak, the dreams add new colors; colors of aspiration, briskness & the fervency; having my heart set to do something. Dreams are fragile,hold carefully and adoringly.♥️ // My dreams bear a resemblance to these delicate colorful sparkling lead crystal glass

Arti Khanal

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You and I long for peace Still we are the one who creates war for intercaste - interreligion interculture's

You and I long for peace Still we are the one who creates war for intercaste - interreligion interculture's

Hemalatha G

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here comes a routine, with a bag full of weather complaints, which are more of "ah, it's already summer" statements, and less of complaints. //My Summer Poem// here comes a routine of squinting at the sky and heaving loaded sighs, counting and debating on how many Suns are hangi

here comes a routine, with a bag full of weather complaints, which are more of "ah, it's already summer" statements, and less of complaints. //My Summer Poem// here comes a routine of squinting at the sky and heaving loaded sighs, counting and debating on how many Suns are hangi

Meera Ali

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(Read Caption) I just want this night to end soon. I don't wish any morning to see either but this time to move on coz I can't hold on to it anymore. It is

(Read Caption) I just want this night to end soon. I don't wish any morning to see either but this time to move on coz I can't hold on to it anymore. It is

Meera Ali

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(Read caption) Yesterday my room smelled of goodbyes. I was busy plucking the dreams, you left last night. Shigeru was playing live, his acoustic version o

(Read caption) Yesterday my room smelled of goodbyes. I was busy plucking the dreams, you left last night. Shigeru was playing live, his acoustic version o

Hemalatha G

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my letters extract grief i fabricate and grief that snakes its way to me. they become laden with everything i shed and help me empty myself, so that i can house some space to accept whatever that's destined to come to me. that's what they do, the letters i write, wishing their flavours are taken to the places they're meant to be taken to. (full piece in caption) ___ if only every wind that wafts my hair, takes away the flavours my letters give out every time i crush them, i can touch and take one sha

my letters extract grief i fabricate and grief that snakes its way to me. they become laden with everything i shed and help me empty myself, so that i can house some space to accept whatever that's destined to come to me. that's what they do, the letters i write, wishing their flavours are taken to the places they're meant to be taken to. (full piece in caption) ___ if only every wind that wafts my hair, takes away the flavours my letters give out every time i crush them, i can touch and take one sha

Hemalatha G

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--a repost-- ___ if only every wind that wafts my hair, takes away the flavours my letters give out every time i crush them, i can touch and take one sha

--a repost-- ___ if only every wind that wafts my hair, takes away the flavours my letters give out every time i crush them, i can touch and take one sha

Meera Ali

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She says, She has discovered her in the midst of blooming flowers over her graveyard but still she hasn't found Self love. (Read caption) It look us long 9 years to share our most vulnerable secrets. Starting from self love. She says, she don't understand the concept of self lo

She says, She has discovered her in the midst of blooming flowers over her graveyard but still she hasn't found Self love. (Read caption) It look us long 9 years to share our most vulnerable secrets. Starting from self love. She says, she don't understand the concept of self lo