"Birds of same feather flock together" they said. "Birds of different feathers flock together when they have a common prey/predator" they never said. Rants!

Rants!

"Birds of same feather flock together" they said.

"Birds of different feathers flock together when they have a common prey/predator" they never said. Rants!

Shivraj Solanki

Chir dala dusman ko gode sahit dusman doda hoke bhaybhit ©Shivraj Solanki rants #MaharanPratapJayanti

rants #MaharanPratapJayanti #शायरी

Chir dala dusman ko gode sahit
dusman doda hoke bhaybhit

©Shivraj Solanki rants

#MaharanPratapJayanti

Deepankar Raina

Beautiful words portraying a dark reality Something based on truth and brutality Forsaken dreams of casualties A mixed breed formed of fatalities March on till you see the horizon Blur in the blue of the ocean A monologue to beauty A dialogue with trojan Something to capture your mind In it's full capacity Taking the time to diffuse The bombs of vicious viscosity Bolted to corners of a table at den Of masked men in formals A haste hiccup with pen Misty eyes of loners on rent Blow up the centers while they rant The one's who look normal And have no friends A blured line of torture A clear point to append Muffled voices that try to shout A ashy flavor of pine and drought Morning rants #kruelt

Morning rants kruelt

Beautiful words portraying a dark reality
Something based on truth and brutality
Forsaken dreams of casualties
A mixed breed formed of fatalities

March on till you see the horizon
Blur in the blue of the ocean
A monologue to beauty
A dialogue with trojan

Something to capture your mind
In it's full capacity
Taking the time to diffuse
The bombs of vicious viscosity

Bolted to corners of a table at den
Of masked men in formals
A haste hiccup with pen
Misty eyes of loners on rent
Blow up the centers while they rant
The one's who look normal
And have no friends
A blured line of torture
A clear point to append
Muffled voices that try to shout
A ashy flavor of pine and drought Morning rants
#kruelt

Bharath Nandibhatla

Between those prison walls, for a crime he never did. Much like his favourite tiger, in that zoo his father owned. Found a solace in those dark stinky walls inside. A respite from those dark stinky souls outside. He painted the ceiling, blue, that of a clear sky. And a corner of it, golden, that of the morning sun. He felt alive, for once. Free, inside a cage. Much unlike his favourite tiger, in that zoo his father owned. While the real convicts painted the town 'red' outside, he whiled his time away, painting his prison-walls blue. While those dark stinky souls sold people, tainted dreams, he lived his moments, amidst those painted dreams. Rants of a prisoner.

Rants of a prisoner.

Between those prison walls,
for a crime he never did.
Much like his favourite tiger,
in that zoo his father owned.

Found a solace in those
dark stinky walls inside.
A respite from those
dark stinky souls outside.

He painted the ceiling, blue,
that of a clear sky.
And a corner of it, golden,
that of the morning sun.

He felt alive, for once.
Free, inside a cage.
Much unlike his favourite tiger,
in that zoo his father owned.

While the real convicts
painted the town 'red' outside,
he whiled his time away,
painting his prison-walls blue.

While those dark stinky souls
sold people, tainted dreams,
he lived his moments,
amidst those painted dreams. Rants of a prisoner.

Bharath Nandibhatla

Be the tide high or low, the sea's calm within. This landlocked sailor is miles away from the sea. He has miles to go before he sleeps, and seeds to sow before he reaps. Rants of a landlocked sailor.

Rants of a landlocked sailor.

Be the tide high or low,
the sea's calm within.

This landlocked sailor
is miles away from the sea.
He has miles to go
before he sleeps,
and seeds to sow
before he reaps. Rants of a landlocked sailor.

Bharath Nandibhatla

I detest alcohol because it turns my mind off. Only my heart does the talking then. And such honesty is too much to handle.. my darkest secrets let out. I dare not let that happen. #YQbaba #detest Rants of a teetotaller.

#yqbaba #Detest Rants of a teetotaller.

I detest alcohol
because
it turns my mind off.
Only my heart
does the talking then.

And such honesty
is too much to handle..
my darkest secrets let out.
I dare not
let that happen. #YQbaba #detest
Rants of a teetotaller.

Siddarth

When dreams turn into nightmares 4am broken sleep rants 🤣 #yqbaba #randomscribbles

4am broken sleep rants 🤣 #yqbaba #randomscribbles

marmalade ツ

We are the fire. We are the fire fighters. We are the smoke. We are the smoke lighters. We are the Pacific. We are the pacifiers. We are the only. We are the only liars. rants are love. I- #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

rants are love. I- #theunsungquill poetry #white_nowadays

We are the fire.
We are the fire fighters.

We are the smoke.
We are the smoke lighters.

We are the Pacific.
We are the pacifiers.

We are the only.
We are the only liars. rants are love. I-

#theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

Bharath Nandibhatla

You before me? Oh, I'm tired of that! Us before me? I could do that. Midnight rants. Open to Collab. Feel free.

Midnight rants. Open to Collab. Feel free.

Bharath Nandibhatla

I love the sea, always have. I wish to emulate her abundance, her tides on the surface and her silence beneath. But if I were a sea, I'd end up resting on my sea-bed all day! 😶 Rants from a sleep-deprived sailor. #rest #seabed

Rants from a sleep-deprived sailor. #rest #Seabed

I love the sea, always have.
I wish to emulate her abundance,
her tides on the surface
and her silence beneath.

But if I were a sea,
I'd end up resting
on my sea-bed all day!

😶 Rants from a sleep-deprived sailor.
#rest #seabed

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