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Your old photo now in a new frame, giving a fresh lease of life to burnt memories; but my peeling walls, the dampness blatant, exposing my feeble attempt to unsuccessfully hide the expiry date of my reminisces. #old #photo #BurntMemories #FreshLease #life #reminisces #expiry #peelingwalls #damp #blatant #date #hide #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Your old photo now in a new frame, giving a fresh lease of life to burnt memories; but my peeling walls, the dampness blatant, exposing my feeble attempt to unsuccessfully hide the expiry date of my reminisces. #old #photo #BurntMemories #FreshLease #life #reminisces #expiry #peelingwalls #damp #blatant #date #hide #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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this onerous travel--this dogged climb; towards the summit of this cavernous mountain; the capacious air, filling my unsatiated lungs; the persistent echo of your plea for me; for the unabated misery in your voice; keeps me going--keeps me striving to reach the nearness of you; not to be your guide nor your distraction; but to be a part of this endless struggle towards you--towards that perfection, you dream of; until you say you're through; because--because, i cannot see the wisdom of this perpetual seeking of something; the daunting dryness of this parched land, called your soul; for isn't love your intended end, my dear? as is mine, i dare say it, still; the audacious awakening of my unhindered reasoning, regarding everything that's truly relevant; isn't it love which makes it even more meaningful? this life, we have, must not perish, into the shallow impasse of woebegone nothingness; you aren't mine enemy nor am i yours; the truth of you, still hiding blatantly, inside this foolish head of mine, is not of mine intention; yet, you still do these things to me. one thing about my present area, is that it's blatantly cold. brrrrr. so, making poems despite my unstable sim signal. hello to all! ❤❤❤ #l

this onerous travel--this dogged climb; towards the summit of this cavernous mountain; the capacious air, filling my unsatiated lungs; the persistent echo of your plea for me; for the unabated misery in your voice; keeps me going--keeps me striving to reach the nearness of you; not to be your guide nor your distraction; but to be a part of this endless struggle towards you--towards that perfection, you dream of; until you say you're through; because--because, i cannot see the wisdom of this perpetual seeking of something; the daunting dryness of this parched land, called your soul; for isn't love your intended end, my dear? as is mine, i dare say it, still; the audacious awakening of my unhindered reasoning, regarding everything that's truly relevant; isn't it love which makes it even more meaningful? this life, we have, must not perish, into the shallow impasse of woebegone nothingness; you aren't mine enemy nor am i yours; the truth of you, still hiding blatantly, inside this foolish head of mine, is not of mine intention; yet, you still do these things to me. one thing about my present area, is that it's blatantly cold. brrrrr. so, making poems despite my unstable sim signal. hello to all! ❤❤❤ #l

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"But, Mum, I don't want my shoes to get wet! Can I miss school today?" "No, baby. You need to go. You have your new jelly boots to wear." Somewhere else... "Mama, may I use these plastic bags for my feet? It's raining and I just think these'll help protect my socks from the flood." "Okay, child. But get the old ones. We can still save the newer ones to store food." "Feet" The disparity between the rich and the poor has become too blatant that even something as encompassing as the flood exhibits a huge

"But, Mum, I don't want my shoes to get wet! Can I miss school today?" "No, baby. You need to go. You have your new jelly boots to wear." Somewhere else... "Mama, may I use these plastic bags for my feet? It's raining and I just think these'll help protect my socks from the flood." "Okay, child. But get the old ones. We can still save the newer ones to store food." "Feet" The disparity between the rich and the poor has become too blatant that even something as encompassing as the flood exhibits a huge

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I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churning oceans Within your mind; I cannot sing you lullabies Nor read the tales and poems That you keep gleaning From the glistering stars above-- And from the sultry, tropical twilight. Yes, I cannot decipher The palpable lines of anxiety That seem to pepper your skin, Nor ask the fading daylight To juxtapose the blatant secrets That we endeavor to leave behind; I cannot enunciate your name Nor spell out the myriad riddles That lay in betwixt our smiles; I cannot scream at nor challenge The annoying phenomenon That insistently renders me static And callously numb. Indeed, I cannot be yours, love-- And you cannot be mine. "Cannot" I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churnin

I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churning oceans Within your mind; I cannot sing you lullabies Nor read the tales and poems That you keep gleaning From the glistering stars above-- And from the sultry, tropical twilight. Yes, I cannot decipher The palpable lines of anxiety That seem to pepper your skin, Nor ask the fading daylight To juxtapose the blatant secrets That we endeavor to leave behind; I cannot enunciate your name Nor spell out the myriad riddles That lay in betwixt our smiles; I cannot scream at nor challenge The annoying phenomenon That insistently renders me static And callously numb. Indeed, I cannot be yours, love-- And you cannot be mine. "Cannot" I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churnin

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"Cannot" (CAPTION) -©word juggler.. "Cannot" I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churn

"Cannot" (CAPTION) -©word juggler.. "Cannot" I cannot mold you a sculpture Nor fix the damaged segments Of who you are; I cannot caress you, with relish, Nor grasp the churn

Abhishek

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.... Your words are all I possess, You're far yet somehow you're closer, Your king hallows your existence, You bestowed my love, exposure, I fli

.... Your words are all I possess, You're far yet somehow you're closer, Your king hallows your existence, You bestowed my love, exposure, I fli

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With love, one becomes A teacher and a student, both. (CAPTION) "Teacher And Student" Another sample from the ongoing writing of the tentative book, "99 Renditions For Waiel". I'm still in the process of

With love, one becomes A teacher and a student, both. (CAPTION) "Teacher And Student" Another sample from the ongoing writing of the tentative book, "99 Renditions For Waiel". I'm still in the process of

Arshi Dokadia

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Can't they see, If they continue down the same vein, There won't be any remnants of earth to claim. But alas! Earth thou do not speak, If thou spoke, Humanity would be silent. (Full poem in captions) There is nothing more beautiful than humanity, There is nothing uglier than humanity, A twisted paradox of life and reality. I do wonder at

Can't they see, If they continue down the same vein, There won't be any remnants of earth to claim. But alas! Earth thou do not speak, If thou spoke, Humanity would be silent. (Full poem in captions) There is nothing more beautiful than humanity, There is nothing uglier than humanity, A twisted paradox of life and reality. I do wonder at