- Abhishek Gairola "रैबारि" ©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola HIGH TIME TO DO THINGS IN A POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD ALONG WITH THE OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF AFTER THAT G was sitting on the door steps of an os

HIGH TIME TO DO THINGS IN A POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD ALONG WITH THE OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF AFTER THAT G was sitting on the door steps of an os #thought #ShortStory #writing #writer #Abstract #Play #from #coldplay #suspense #rushofblood

- Abhishek Gairola "रैबारि"

©Abhishek 'रैबारि' Gairola HIGH TIME TO DO THINGS IN A POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD ALONG WITH THE OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF AFTER THAT

G was sitting on the door steps of an os

Diwa

"Why the look of despair, love? I'm coming back for you," you assert. (CAPTION) "Soulja" Another mission to accomplish; Another recon work to commence. The field is your vast abode; The mountains, your solace. With th

"Soulja" Another mission to accomplish; Another recon work to commence. The field is your vast abode; The mountains, your solace. With th #yqbaba #soldierlove #diwa

"Why the look of despair, love?
I'm coming back for you," you assert.

(CAPTION) "Soulja"

Another mission to accomplish;
Another recon work to commence.
The field is your vast abode;
The mountains, your solace.
With th

Diwa

Telesa, When everything looks Far beyond rebuilding And memories tumble down The derisive cracks of mourning-- When all my strength Goes fleetingly bland, Would it slay your soul To be my one last dance? (CAPTION) "Telesa" Telesa, When everything looks Far beyond rebuilding And memories tumble down The derisive cracks of mourning-- When all my strengt

"Telesa" Telesa, When everything looks Far beyond rebuilding And memories tumble down The derisive cracks of mourning-- When all my strengt #yqbaba #diwa

Telesa,
When everything looks
Far beyond rebuilding
And memories tumble down
The derisive cracks of mourning--
When all my strength
Goes fleetingly bland,
Would it slay your soul
To be my one last dance?

(CAPTION) "Telesa"

Telesa,
When everything looks
Far beyond rebuilding
And memories tumble down
The derisive cracks of mourning--
When all my strengt

Diwa

Then, you frowned. "Oi, don't laugh!" was your retort And I had to say sorry to you. (CAPTION) "That Proposal" Remember that proposal you made, Back when we were both here? You know, the one that slipped off your lips, As you took my

"That Proposal" Remember that proposal you made, Back when we were both here? You know, the one that slipped off your lips, As you took my #yqbaba #diwa #That_Proposal

Then, you frowned.
"Oi, don't laugh!" was your retort
And I had to say sorry to you.

(CAPTION) "That Proposal"

Remember that proposal you made,
Back when we were both here?
You know, the one that slipped off your lips,
As you took my

Diwa

You declare that I'm simply yours! Vapidly, I get convinced-- So effortlessly, of course! (CAPTION) "Leave Me Open To Harm" I trundle through this ill-begotten realm-- Almost always, by myself. I plod, back and forth, Yearning to meet The

"Leave Me Open To Harm" I trundle through this ill-begotten realm-- Almost always, by myself. I plod, back and forth, Yearning to meet The #yqbaba #diwa #Leave_Me_Open_To_Harm

You declare that I'm simply yours!
Vapidly, I get convinced--
So effortlessly, of course!

(CAPTION) "Leave Me Open To Harm"

I trundle through this ill-begotten realm--
Almost always, by myself.
I plod, back and forth,
Yearning to meet The

Diwa

My stubborn mind insistently replays The cacophonous scene, I did flee, Just a few tick-tock-tick-tocks ago. (CAPTION) "Driving Away, Fleeing You" I valiantly switch on the car's ignition; My juddering hand on the steering wheel; My feet, pressed on the clut

"Driving Away, Fleeing You" I valiantly switch on the car's ignition; My juddering hand on the steering wheel; My feet, pressed on the clut #yqbaba #diwa #DrivingAwayFleeingYou