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He and She Captioned #yqbaba #love #chitslove He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page of her life was torn Yet, she was a mystery waiti

He and She Captioned #yqbaba #love #chitslove He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page of her life was torn Yet, she was a mystery waiti

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He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page of her life was torn Yet,she was a mystery waiting to be unraveled He was drawn to her n mysteriously she opened up to him Thanks to him,the torn pages were beautifully put together one by one A new human with a strong personality soon emerged from within her He inhaled her newness like he would the pages of a brand new book which he had often loved doing The pages of his life were now reserved for reading only by her Soon their chapters merged together in a brand new book of love The smell of newness continued with the opening of every new chapter in their lives Life has no happy ending,only a happy continuing.. #yqbaba #love #life Easy on the eyes, the love story is played out here: He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page

He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page of her life was torn Yet,she was a mystery waiting to be unraveled He was drawn to her n mysteriously she opened up to him Thanks to him,the torn pages were beautifully put together one by one A new human with a strong personality soon emerged from within her He inhaled her newness like he would the pages of a brand new book which he had often loved doing The pages of his life were now reserved for reading only by her Soon their chapters merged together in a brand new book of love The smell of newness continued with the opening of every new chapter in their lives Life has no happy ending,only a happy continuing.. #yqbaba #love #life Easy on the eyes, the love story is played out here: He was an open book, open to reading by all n sundry Every page

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#Day36 I was engrossed with numbers for the whole day, I found 'x' and 'y' to find a lost number, But while finding that x and y, I realized, Don't we all need to find our niche by finding our x-factor and yearn? I was stuck with Accountancy for half of the day, I debited debtors to increase my assets, I credited creditors to increase my liabilities. Don't we all need to increase our intangible assets and decrease our tangible liabilities? I was stuck with words for an hour or so, I met poems while doing so, Poems full of darkness and grief, Poems full of brightness and bliss, I found that there's life in every word I read, And a poem in everyone I meet. Don't we all need to become one of those poems which aren't masterpieces but still engraved in hearts? I read between the lines, to discover more than what is written, I analyzed more than what I read, Maybe, the life around us was molded into subjects, And taught in a complicated way. Each page has a life behind its obscurity, Every word breathes poems, poems of life. Everything is lively, yet we have grown to hate, But can we even hate our own life? I was engrossed with numbers for the whole day, I found 'x' and 'y' to find a lost number, But while finding that x and y, I realized, Do

#Day36 I was engrossed with numbers for the whole day, I found 'x' and 'y' to find a lost number, But while finding that x and y, I realized, Don't we all need to find our niche by finding our x-factor and yearn? I was stuck with Accountancy for half of the day, I debited debtors to increase my assets, I credited creditors to increase my liabilities. Don't we all need to increase our intangible assets and decrease our tangible liabilities? I was stuck with words for an hour or so, I met poems while doing so, Poems full of darkness and grief, Poems full of brightness and bliss, I found that there's life in every word I read, And a poem in everyone I meet. Don't we all need to become one of those poems which aren't masterpieces but still engraved in hearts? I read between the lines, to discover more than what is written, I analyzed more than what I read, Maybe, the life around us was molded into subjects, And taught in a complicated way. Each page has a life behind its obscurity, Every word breathes poems, poems of life. Everything is lively, yet we have grown to hate, But can we even hate our own life? I was engrossed with numbers for the whole day, I found 'x' and 'y' to find a lost number, But while finding that x and y, I realized, Do

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In the middle of a silent dark precocious night, Twas an unfathomable terrible sight the moans and groans of the buried dead, Screaming and screeching with all their might. They kept Calling all and sundry to the nearest graveyard, Their hands with blood and their eyes scaringly bright. Scared are those who have weak hearts, Unflinching it was but a gruesome sight. The sounds were eerie and spooky was the environment People screaming their lungs out and dropping dead without a fight. With doors bolted and windows locked, I sat in, Dreading about my fate and wishing for a saviour, a knight. It was already half past two on the clock, And it seemed as this was a never ending midnight. With ghouls, ghost whizzing past and knocking on my door, I started saying my prayers and wished for the sunlight, I wished I had a magic wand to bail me out, vanishing all my fears and the inkling of fright. Suddenly the alarm clock got ringing on my stand, Phew it was a nightmare, the scariest, to my delight. I thanked my lucky stars and looked out of the panes, ONLY to see bloodied fingermarks left over from the night! My spooky poem is inspired by my favorite pop icon Michael Jackson's ' thriller' .. Imagine the song whilst reading the poem.. In the midd

In the middle of a silent dark precocious night, Twas an unfathomable terrible sight the moans and groans of the buried dead, Screaming and screeching with all their might. They kept Calling all and sundry to the nearest graveyard, Their hands with blood and their eyes scaringly bright. Scared are those who have weak hearts, Unflinching it was but a gruesome sight. The sounds were eerie and spooky was the environment People screaming their lungs out and dropping dead without a fight. With doors bolted and windows locked, I sat in, Dreading about my fate and wishing for a saviour, a knight. It was already half past two on the clock, And it seemed as this was a never ending midnight. With ghouls, ghost whizzing past and knocking on my door, I started saying my prayers and wished for the sunlight, I wished I had a magic wand to bail me out, vanishing all my fears and the inkling of fright. Suddenly the alarm clock got ringing on my stand, Phew it was a nightmare, the scariest, to my delight. I thanked my lucky stars and looked out of the panes, ONLY to see bloodied fingermarks left over from the night! My spooky poem is inspired by my favorite pop icon Michael Jackson's ' thriller' .. Imagine the song whilst reading the poem.. In the midd

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Dear Library, You reside in my heart, and will always be residing there as you have built your home with the bricks called books in my heart... (Read my mess in the caption) They say all books reside in you, I say the whole world resides in you. The lifeline of authors, the soul of poets, the heart of readers and

Dear Library, You reside in my heart, and will always be residing there as you have built your home with the bricks called books in my heart... (Read my mess in the caption) They say all books reside in you, I say the whole world resides in you. The lifeline of authors, the soul of poets, the heart of readers and

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Nature will show its tragic smile, after all our duplicitous dedication is over. (Read in caption) All works are admired in this pretended world. Known to unknown, all align to receive trump card. All batteries may go down in this pseu

Nature will show its tragic smile, after all our duplicitous dedication is over. (Read in caption) All works are admired in this pretended world. Known to unknown, all align to receive trump card. All batteries may go down in this pseu

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Night is long when not slept, And day is short when utilised. (Read in caption) Getting into the charm of eyes, to procrastinating at the threads of stars of dark sights that makes night, she finds the glorious wav

Night is long when not slept, And day is short when utilised. (Read in caption) Getting into the charm of eyes, to procrastinating at the threads of stars of dark sights that makes night, she finds the glorious wav

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Indeed, I was meant to pen down our tale In that chronological, love-loss-regret order; Yet, all that stubbornly creeps into my mind Revolves around the regrets of yesteryears. (CAPTION) "Introspection" Here's a glimpse of the book, I am trying to finish: Indeed, I was meant to pen down our tale In that chronological, lov

Indeed, I was meant to pen down our tale In that chronological, love-loss-regret order; Yet, all that stubbornly creeps into my mind Revolves around the regrets of yesteryears. (CAPTION) "Introspection" Here's a glimpse of the book, I am trying to finish: Indeed, I was meant to pen down our tale In that chronological, lov

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A sip of universe (Read in caption) °A sip of universe° I stand still but the universe still moving, by making my heart pump and diluting

A sip of universe (Read in caption) °A sip of universe° I stand still but the universe still moving, by making my heart pump and diluting