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Kaushik Jazbaat

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White Who are you? I don't know why I always feel a pang in my heart Whenever I see myself in the mirror, there are a few drops of tears in the corners of my eyes which I don't want to let flow even if I want to. I know that if I let them flow, then maybe it will be easier to forget you. ©Kaushik Jazbaat #Moon #Poetry of heart

White Who are you? I don't know why I always feel a pang in my heart Whenever I see myself in the mirror, there are a few drops of tears in the corners of my eyes which I don't want to let flow even if I want to. I know that if I let them flow, then maybe it will be easier to forget you. ©Kaushik Jazbaat #Moon #Poetry of heart

Santosh Jangam

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"Golden Wisdom" In porches they gather, from sight they are sought, By time's river swept, wisdom they've brought. Like jackfruits they stand, their hearts full of gold, Eyes deep as wells, their stories retold. Wrinkles like etchings, skin sun-kissed by time, Clothes worn and faded, their presence sublime. Foreheads with sandalwood, devotion in song, Their tales and their laughter, forever prolong. Memories we cherish, their lessons we trace, Their smiles and their wisdom, a joy to embrace. Life's flame in their eyes, like beacons they shine, Guiding our dreams, their legacy divine. These elders, our teachers, inspiring our ways, With hearts full of reverence, we honor their days. ©Santosh Jangam #poem Cherish and honor the wisdom of the elderly, recognizing their stories and experiences as valuable guides for our own lives.

"Golden Wisdom" In porches they gather, from sight they are sought, By time's river swept, wisdom they've brought. Like jackfruits they stand, their hearts full of gold, Eyes deep as wells, their stories retold. Wrinkles like etchings, skin sun-kissed by time, Clothes worn and faded, their presence sublime. Foreheads with sandalwood, devotion in song, Their tales and their laughter, forever prolong. Memories we cherish, their lessons we trace, Their smiles and their wisdom, a joy to embrace. Life's flame in their eyes, like beacons they shine, Guiding our dreams, their legacy divine. These elders, our teachers, inspiring our ways, With hearts full of reverence, we honor their days. ©Santosh Jangam #poem Cherish and honor the wisdom of the elderly, recognizing their stories and experiences as valuable guides for our own lives.

Santosh Jangam

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"Swing of Dreams" Heart swings on dreams, a monsoon's delight, Yearning for you, my love, burns ever bright. Through raven tresses, a path I will trace, Kiss your moonlit face, a gentle embrace. Like a chataka, for the evening I yearn, A bee to your bloom, a love that will burn. Calm the heart's lake, let emotions subside, In your love's embrace, forever reside. Lost in your eyes, the world fades from sight, Will we meet again, in the coming twilight? Shadows may lengthen, birds seek their nest, But in your presence, my soul finds its rest. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem focuses on expressing the intense emotions of longing and attachment due to love. The imagery and metaphors create a vivid pi

"Swing of Dreams" Heart swings on dreams, a monsoon's delight, Yearning for you, my love, burns ever bright. Through raven tresses, a path I will trace, Kiss your moonlit face, a gentle embrace. Like a chataka, for the evening I yearn, A bee to your bloom, a love that will burn. Calm the heart's lake, let emotions subside, In your love's embrace, forever reside. Lost in your eyes, the world fades from sight, Will we meet again, in the coming twilight? Shadows may lengthen, birds seek their nest, But in your presence, my soul finds its rest. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem focuses on expressing the intense emotions of longing and attachment due to love. The imagery and metaphors create a vivid pi

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White mom dad and junior sister and senior sister ©person #sunset_time time three types minute second hours present past future

White mom dad and junior sister and senior sister ©person #sunset_time time three types minute second hours present past future

Schizology

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Three thirty am I am outside sitting on the deck The neighbours cat is out here She came to over to say hi to me Such a lovely kitty , what a dear Smoking a joint at three thirty Very dark and quiet out now I hear a few birds singing too Singing wake up little town! A car drives by engine roaring Speeding on past to point b They must have left at point a I'm just being logical you see Tonight is kind of chilly I think I'm getting the shivers a bit I think I will go back inside Make a coffee and then sit ©Schizology Three thirty am #three #Morning #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Three thirty am I am outside sitting on the deck The neighbours cat is out here She came to over to say hi to me Such a lovely kitty , what a dear Smoking a joint at three thirty Very dark and quiet out now I hear a few birds singing too Singing wake up little town! A car drives by engine roaring Speeding on past to point b They must have left at point a I'm just being logical you see Tonight is kind of chilly I think I'm getting the shivers a bit I think I will go back inside Make a coffee and then sit ©Schizology Three thirty am #three #Morning #poem✍🧡🧡💛