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Chitra Iyer

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On the page of blankness.. (rest follows in caption) #pennpopcorn #pickaline #pickaline151 On the page of blankness life writes my name I wet it with tears when sorrow spills over watching me

On the page of blankness.. (rest follows in caption) #pennpopcorn #pickaline #pickaline151 On the page of blankness life writes my name I wet it with tears when sorrow spills over watching me

Satish Chandra

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MSD Teacher's Inspiration Teacher's motivation Teacher's inculcation #teachers #inspiration #YQBaba PC: Google Neelabh - Thanks for the challenge. He was interested in goal keeping in football. His sports te

MSD Teacher's Inspiration Teacher's motivation Teacher's inculcation #teachers #inspiration #YQBaba PC: Google Neelabh - Thanks for the challenge. He was interested in goal keeping in football. His sports te

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Free writing In caption Pen in my hands,eyes partially shut, ambling around the house in circles,ignoring sharp edge of teapoy, stumbling on a shoe,muttering to mys

Free writing In caption Pen in my hands,eyes partially shut, ambling around the house in circles,ignoring sharp edge of teapoy, stumbling on a shoe,muttering to mys

Neerja

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Text-ing Conversation Long Distance Relationship (.. in caption..) - Neerja (Quote 860) "I am angry with you", she texts him furiously. "Why??", he remarks! "Cause you are too far!!", she yells. "Ridiculous!" he

Text-ing Conversation Long Distance Relationship (.. in caption..) - Neerja (Quote 860) "I am angry with you", she texts him furiously. "Why??", he remarks! "Cause you are too far!!", she yells. "Ridiculous!" he

Linda Balan

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A lost key A little long than usual series: 4 #longthanusual Searched in the left, then right of my denim pockets, No trace found. Unbuckled my tote

A lost key A little long than usual series: 4 #longthanusual Searched in the left, then right of my denim pockets, No trace found. Unbuckled my tote

Diwa

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I am lonely-- As furiously forsaken As the ebbing tide And the newbie surfer Who doesn't know How to dance With such diminutive wave. (CAPTION) "I Am Lonely" I am lonely-- As furiously forsaken As the ebbing tide And the newbie surfer Who doesn't know How to dance

I am lonely-- As furiously forsaken As the ebbing tide And the newbie surfer Who doesn't know How to dance With such diminutive wave. (CAPTION) "I Am Lonely" I am lonely-- As furiously forsaken As the ebbing tide And the newbie surfer Who doesn't know How to dance

Chitra Iyer

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How I discovered poetry (See caption please) #yqbaba #howidiscoveredpoetry #napowrimo Throwback to my school days well, the teacher would go like..recite this poetry or did you lear

How I discovered poetry (See caption please) #yqbaba #howidiscoveredpoetry #napowrimo Throwback to my school days well, the teacher would go like..recite this poetry or did you lear

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Beautiful metaphor //Caption Days were sweet, purple filters on sun rays. I still remember how we danced like a dunken monkey on Mozarto's classic song and laughed on si

Beautiful metaphor //Caption Days were sweet, purple filters on sun rays. I still remember how we danced like a dunken monkey on Mozarto's classic song and laughed on si

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Li(e)ghthouse Undoubtedly, poetry is the Lighthouse of every Failed lover which flashes The beam of metaphors and Hyperboles praising the Dreamy love life which Spills the throbs of lies And is a perfectly imperfect reality For the heart. Standing on the seashore Seeing the raging ocean Of my lies; flowing in The form of poetry is A blissful sight for others, As the waves of

Li(e)ghthouse Undoubtedly, poetry is the Lighthouse of every Failed lover which flashes The beam of metaphors and Hyperboles praising the Dreamy love life which Spills the throbs of lies And is a perfectly imperfect reality For the heart. Standing on the seashore Seeing the raging ocean Of my lies; flowing in The form of poetry is A blissful sight for others, As the waves of

Diwa

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My stubborn mind insistently replays The cacophonous scene, I did flee, Just a few tick-tock-tick-tocks ago. (CAPTION) "Driving Away, Fleeing You" I valiantly switch on the car's ignition; My juddering hand on the steering wheel; My feet, pressed on the clut

My stubborn mind insistently replays The cacophonous scene, I did flee, Just a few tick-tock-tick-tocks ago. (CAPTION) "Driving Away, Fleeing You" I valiantly switch on the car's ignition; My juddering hand on the steering wheel; My feet, pressed on the clut