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Asiya Shaikh

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Dousing the body, Seemly dressed, Scenting the accoutre, Penicillate the tresses, Look stunning! Brazen ken, Peeking eyes, Immodest morale, Despite of utterly covered, Junked me. Sorry to say, you don't need Doused body, But abluting your conscience.. #yqbaba #douse #body #stunning #sorry_to_say #brazen #abblution #conscience

Dousing the body, Seemly dressed, Scenting the accoutre, Penicillate the tresses, Look stunning! Brazen ken, Peeking eyes, Immodest morale, Despite of utterly covered, Junked me. Sorry to say, you don't need Doused body, But abluting your conscience.. #yqbaba #douse #body #stunning #sorry_to_say #brazen #abblution #conscience

Poonam Jyoti

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The sublime beauty of yours doused me in the shower of love...😍😍

The sublime beauty of yours doused me in the shower of love...😍😍

Hemalatha G

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Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, Of heart and soul, Breaking and gluing, Hushed I'm; 'cause I'm obsessed in the hunting Of blobs that are going to kiss Every shedded speckle of mine; 'cause I'm vexed, dawdling For livin' corpses in your presence; Oh rain, come douse me with The souvenirs of bygone seasons; For I'll relish it alone. Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, O

Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, Of heart and soul, Breaking and gluing, Hushed I'm; 'cause I'm obsessed in the hunting Of blobs that are going to kiss Every shedded speckle of mine; 'cause I'm vexed, dawdling For livin' corpses in your presence; Oh rain, come douse me with The souvenirs of bygone seasons; For I'll relish it alone. Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, O

Asiya Shaikh

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You know what? I embraced the mizzle, not because I danced of sizzle, gamut is cacophonous, cadency lacking the synchronous, pitter-patter barrage the threatening, bubbles impeccable the chisel festering, nebulae are encrypting the eupathy, rumble have deafened the empathy, filthy gone the puddle splash, apt become the adept abash... (Caption please) But, you know what? I embraced the mizzle, When viola stringed the proficient whistle, Harking which you seeded the roses, And truly planted

You know what? I embraced the mizzle, not because I danced of sizzle, gamut is cacophonous, cadency lacking the synchronous, pitter-patter barrage the threatening, bubbles impeccable the chisel festering, nebulae are encrypting the eupathy, rumble have deafened the empathy, filthy gone the puddle splash, apt become the adept abash... (Caption please) But, you know what? I embraced the mizzle, When viola stringed the proficient whistle, Harking which you seeded the roses, And truly planted

Arshi Dokadia

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Let go. Holding on is hurting you, They don’t even care Of all the turmoils you go through Trying so hard to calm down With a storm raging within They turn blind to the fire The flames binding you. So, let go. //poem continued below// There’s no point in holding on. Your pain is negligent to them They’ll just douse your flames With waters of duties and responsibilities A

Let go. Holding on is hurting you, They don’t even care Of all the turmoils you go through Trying so hard to calm down With a storm raging within They turn blind to the fire The flames binding you. So, let go. //poem continued below// There’s no point in holding on. Your pain is negligent to them They’ll just douse your flames With waters of duties and responsibilities A

Chitra Iyer

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Be the change Who will awaken a sleeping world, stop the eternal war raging within and outside us? Who will go to our beloved country's every nook, eve

Be the change Who will awaken a sleeping world, stop the eternal war raging within and outside us? Who will go to our beloved country's every nook, eve

Aady

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I am an illusion... //caption// Life has been swimming right through me, Fooling me into believing that the ripples in front of me, are of my own. When I close my eyes,

I am an illusion... //caption// Life has been swimming right through me, Fooling me into believing that the ripples in front of me, are of my own. When I close my eyes,

Svetlana Saraswat

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/ Bearing Fruit / Lemon seeds have been sown in the soil of my stomach. Fresh green leaves have sprouted from my ears, nose and mouth. Sunlight and water has rained, rained heavily on my hair. The leaves are always dripping wet. They smile with content. I never write with an empty stomach. ( READ FULL PROSE POEM IN CAPTION) / Bearing Fruit / Lemon seeds have been sown in the soil of my stomach. Fresh green leaves have sprouted from my ears, nose and mouth. Su

/ Bearing Fruit / Lemon seeds have been sown in the soil of my stomach. Fresh green leaves have sprouted from my ears, nose and mouth. Sunlight and water has rained, rained heavily on my hair. The leaves are always dripping wet. They smile with content. I never write with an empty stomach. ( READ FULL PROSE POEM IN CAPTION) / Bearing Fruit / Lemon seeds have been sown in the soil of my stomach. Fresh green leaves have sprouted from my ears, nose and mouth. Su

Devanshi Dadwal

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Jury! He glanced at the clock with weary eyes and then longed for the calendar that announced ‘Sunday.’ Rubbing his palms with a beholden smile,

Jury! He glanced at the clock with weary eyes and then longed for the calendar that announced ‘Sunday.’ Rubbing his palms with a beholden smile,

Sai Manohar

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"Sounds & Language" A creative origin story #smimano A long time ago, there was a gypsy who passed by quaint towns and remote hamlets. After years of travel and astute observation, he

"Sounds & Language" A creative origin story #smimano A long time ago, there was a gypsy who passed by quaint towns and remote hamlets. After years of travel and astute observation, he