And, it moistened my eyes when I observed birds chirping, their feathers so soft, their voice so soothing....I felt having been drifted to an another world which knows no artificiality. Birds voiced out their happiness. Nature invited me to it's great feast where I just observed and felt joyous within. I tried holding the moment forever but human World wouldn't let me. You know, I have duties to perform. -Srishti Behal And, it moistened my eyes when I observed birds chirping, their feathers so soft, their voice so soothing....I felt having been drifted to a

And, it moistened my eyes when I observed birds chirping, their feathers so soft, their voice so soothing....I felt having been drifted to a

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Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles become one... // Caption // Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles

Is This Called... Where bonfires dance with fountains heated zephyrs touch the cheek, moistened stars mingle with Sun free-spirited smiles #NAPOWRIMO #aestheticthoughts #ATNaPoWriMo #AT9by30poems #theunsungquill

Is This Called...

Where bonfires dance with fountains
heated zephyrs touch the cheek,
moistened stars mingle with Sun
free-spirited smiles become one...

// Caption // Is This Called...

Where bonfires dance with fountains
heated zephyrs touch the cheek,
moistened stars mingle with Sun
free-spirited smiles

dharkanein

#YoStoWriMo #TheMysteryBox Rubbing her eyes she pushed her blanket aside, flung her legs off the bed and turned towards the Teddy still sleeping on her pillow. Got down and yawning she tucked the Teddy under her arms then dragged her little feet out of the room. She reached for the knob on the entrance door. At the foot of the door laid a box wrapped in red satin and tied with a delicate white lace. She looked around for the person who delivered it but there was no sign of anyone. Underneath the box there was a familiar envelope. A letter from a mystery person. She picked up the letter and hugged the box. Running through the corridor she came out in the backyard. There in a corner, was a small wooden doll house big enough to accommodate a little girl. All painted and decorated in dreamy stuff. She put down the box on a small table by the window of the hall and opened the letter. It read "Last clue". The girl started to tug at the wrapping. In a few seconds all the decorations were lying on the floor of doll house and the girl was now opening the box. In a couple of minutes she was holding a photograph of a beautiful young woman holding a baby. She ran to the decorative almirah in the doll's bedroom and opened it. She collected all the letters and placed them daywise. The message r

She ran to the decorative almirah in the doll's bedroom and opened it. She collected all the letters and placed them daywise. The message r #yostowrimo #themysterybox

#YoStoWriMo #TheMysteryBox

Rubbing her eyes she pushed her blanket aside, flung her legs off the bed and turned towards the Teddy still sleeping on her pillow. Got down and yawning she tucked the Teddy under her arms then dragged her little feet out of the room.
She reached for the knob on the entrance door. At the foot of the door laid a box wrapped in red satin and tied with a delicate white lace. She looked around for the person who delivered it but there was no sign of anyone. Underneath the box there was a familiar envelope. A letter from a mystery person. She picked up the letter and hugged the box.
Running through the corridor she came out in the backyard. There in a corner, was a small wooden doll house big enough to accommodate a little girl. All painted and decorated in dreamy stuff. She put down the box on a small table by the window of the hall and opened the letter. It read "Last clue". The girl started to tug at the wrapping. In a few seconds all the decorations were lying on the floor of doll house and the girl was now opening the box. In a couple of minutes she was holding a photograph of a beautiful young woman holding a baby. She ran to the decorative almirah in the doll's bedroom and opened it. She collected all the letters and placed them daywise. The message r

Bad Poet

What can I write about love?! Do I write about your eyes? Small yet holding my universe within Having expressions of their own Glistening poetry when moistened Gleaming poetry when smiling. What can I write about love?! Do I write about your smile? Subsiding some saddening ocean Attempting our love maroon Your lips and mine, lovable And both of us over the moon. (full poem in caption) What can I write about love?! Do I write about your eyes? Small yet holding my universe within Having expressions of their own Glistening po

What can I write about love?! Do I write about your eyes? Small yet holding my universe within Having expressions of their own Glistening po #Newman #Oldman #happyman #badpoetry #thenightwemet #lordhuron #nostalgiaunlimited

What can I write about love?!
Do I write about your eyes?
Small yet holding my universe within
Having expressions of their own
Glistening poetry when moistened
Gleaming poetry when smiling.

What can I write about love?!
Do I write about your smile?
Subsiding some saddening ocean
Attempting our love maroon
Your lips and mine, lovable
And both of us over the moon.

(full poem in caption)

What can I write about love?!
Do I write about your eyes?
Small yet holding my universe within
Having expressions of their own
Glistening po

Sangeeta Rathore (Shayra)

Dear Irrfan Sir, (Read caption) Dear Irrfan Khan,⁣ ⁣ You are the epitome of modern cinema, the brightest sunshine of Bollywood, the example of modesty and humbleness, the d

Dear Irrfan Khan,⁣ ⁣ You are the epitome of modern cinema, the brightest sunshine of Bollywood, the example of modesty and humbleness, the d #RIP #विचार #diehardfan

Dear Irrfan Sir,
(Read caption) Dear Irrfan Khan,⁣
⁣
You are the epitome of modern cinema, the brightest sunshine of Bollywood, the example of modesty and humbleness, the d

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°°Was I progressing or progressive?°° Since childhood, have I lived in a house full of excellence & expectations. The first book that became my friend and who built its home in my heart was 'Great Expectations' by Charles Dickens. Pip lives both within and outside me and the thought that even he, would be expecting something from me troubled me a bit. |caption | °°Was I progressing or progressive?°° Since childhood, have I lived in a house full of excellence & expectations. The first book that bec

°°Was I progressing or progressive?°° Since childhood, have I lived in a house full of excellence & expectations. The first book that bec #yqbaba #100poemsfor100days #versewithdnd #theunsungquill #100scarletstairs #dndprogress

°°Was I progressing or progressive?°°

Since childhood, have I
lived in a house full
of excellence & expectations.
The first book that became
my friend and who built
its home in my heart
was 'Great Expectations'
by Charles Dickens.
Pip lives both within
and outside me and
the thought that even he,
would be expecting something
from me troubled me a bit.

|caption | °°Was I progressing or progressive?°°

Since childhood, have I lived in a house full
of excellence & expectations.
The first book that bec

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