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Hedayet Rahi

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The language I speak, Becomes mine,its distortions,its queernesses All mine,mine alone. It is half English,half Indian,funny perhaps,but it is honest, It is as human as I am human,don't you see? summary and analysis of the poem..

The language I speak, Becomes mine,its distortions,its queernesses All mine,mine alone. It is half English,half Indian,funny perhaps,but it is honest, It is as human as I am human,don't you see? summary and analysis of the poem..

Diya Thakur

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students without school is like a graveyard ©Diya Thakur #graveyard

students without school is like a graveyard ©Diya Thakur #graveyard

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There is a difference between a hospital and a graveyard. In hospital we still have hope. #graveyard

There is a difference between a hospital and a graveyard. In hospital we still have hope. #graveyard

पूर्वार्थ

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DREAMS AND GRAVEYARDS The past is somewhat like a graveyard, Whether those we visit there bring happiness or sorrow we can do no more than look, One directional conversations and a paralyzing realization that the end is real and that it has happened is what we are offered, There is a familiarity in the feeling of fingers clawing at our chest, Clawing to fight this distant pain they know they can never reach, The tears we wish could roll back because we know this kind of salt doesn't heal wounds, We keep getting lost at the crossroads of things we wish we hadn't done, the things we wish we had done and the things we wish we had done better, Eventhough we made those crossroads and have walked them many times before, It's a futile routine that comes with a pinch of amnesia so we don't quite remember its futility when we repeat it, But I don't suppose anyone could say they've done different, How could one deny that the past is a drug that has permanent residence in our blood, That we are all addicts of some sort, The regret, nostalgia, memories, ruins...the pain, So why then do we keep coming back? Do we not know we can't breath life into bone? That we are resented by these graves for standing above them? That we disturb their peace as much as they do ours? We don't belong there any more than the past belongs in the present, And so the question forms itself, How many years must we spend on spent years? ©पूर्वार्थ #dream #graveyard

DREAMS AND GRAVEYARDS The past is somewhat like a graveyard, Whether those we visit there bring happiness or sorrow we can do no more than look, One directional conversations and a paralyzing realization that the end is real and that it has happened is what we are offered, There is a familiarity in the feeling of fingers clawing at our chest, Clawing to fight this distant pain they know they can never reach, The tears we wish could roll back because we know this kind of salt doesn't heal wounds, We keep getting lost at the crossroads of things we wish we hadn't done, the things we wish we had done and the things we wish we had done better, Eventhough we made those crossroads and have walked them many times before, It's a futile routine that comes with a pinch of amnesia so we don't quite remember its futility when we repeat it, But I don't suppose anyone could say they've done different, How could one deny that the past is a drug that has permanent residence in our blood, That we are all addicts of some sort, The regret, nostalgia, memories, ruins...the pain, So why then do we keep coming back? Do we not know we can't breath life into bone? That we are resented by these graves for standing above them? That we disturb their peace as much as they do ours? We don't belong there any more than the past belongs in the present, And so the question forms itself, How many years must we spend on spent years? ©पूर्वार्थ #dream #graveyard

Anshu Kumari

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push yourself, because no one else is going to do it for you. ©Anshu Kumari #Analysis

push yourself, because no one else is going to do it for you. ©Anshu Kumari #Analysis

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सोए है कई लोग graveyard मे यानि कब्रिस्तान मे, जहाँ लोग कम भटकते हैं बस साल मे एक बार आ फूल रख,candle जला आते हैं, यही लोग जब जिन्दा थे तो क्या धाक रही होंगी पर अब क़ोई नहीं पूछ रहा जीते जी ही अपने सब शौक पूरे कर लो पुन्य जमा कर लो जाने कब मौत आ जाए तो यही अच्छे क़ाम आपके क़ाम आऐगे ज़िन्दगी के रहते भी और ज़िन्दगी खत्म होने के बाद भी... ©PUJA UDESHI #Jindagi #graveyard

सोए है कई लोग graveyard मे यानि कब्रिस्तान मे, जहाँ लोग कम भटकते हैं बस साल मे एक बार आ फूल रख,candle जला आते हैं, यही लोग जब जिन्दा थे तो क्या धाक रही होंगी पर अब क़ोई नहीं पूछ रहा जीते जी ही अपने सब शौक पूरे कर लो पुन्य जमा कर लो जाने कब मौत आ जाए तो यही अच्छे क़ाम आपके क़ाम आऐगे ज़िन्दगी के रहते भी और ज़िन्दगी खत्म होने के बाद भी... ©PUJA UDESHI #Jindagi #graveyard

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Graveyards, The word that brings fright. But not to everyone.. People's bodies don't really die.. The soul of the dead never lies. Waiting for their loved ones years are gone.. The soul is tired and worn for too long. But still they wait for people some, till time has forever hung..... Graveyard.. #athisgrave

Graveyards, The word that brings fright. But not to everyone.. People's bodies don't really die.. The soul of the dead never lies. Waiting for their loved ones years are gone.. The soul is tired and worn for too long. But still they wait for people some, till time has forever hung..... Graveyard.. #athisgrave