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Tay Swizzle

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To be despised, You must love And to be ignored, You must care Not surprised #loveandcare #life #heartbreak #failure #despised #loathed #itishardtobelieve #yqbaba

To be despised, You must love And to be ignored, You must care Not surprised #loveandcare #life #heartbreak #failure #despised #loathed #itishardtobelieve #yqbaba

Diwa

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How is it that I feel Like I'm floating-- Drifting and sailing Towards some faraway place, Unbeknownst Even to my soul? (CAPTION) "The Drifter" How is it that I feel Like I'm floating-- Drifting and sailing Towards some faraway place, Unbeknownst Even to my soul?

How is it that I feel Like I'm floating-- Drifting and sailing Towards some faraway place, Unbeknownst Even to my soul? (CAPTION) "The Drifter" How is it that I feel Like I'm floating-- Drifting and sailing Towards some faraway place, Unbeknownst Even to my soul?

Kartik Prajapat

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• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 9 ) a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you

• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 9 ) a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you

Lipsa..👰

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//May be just in case// May be I could have fallen For your theatrical metaphors And just in case you could Be the knight with shining armour By rescuing me from me May be I could promise you For forever soaked with my naked honesty And just in case you could Decipher abstruse truth Behind my white lies

//May be just in case// May be I could have fallen For your theatrical metaphors And just in case you could Be the knight with shining armour By rescuing me from me May be I could promise you For forever soaked with my naked honesty And just in case you could Decipher abstruse truth Behind my white lies

Lipsa..👰

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Many times I had tried writing a poem real, raw and embedded with emptiness or that blinding darkness But I couldn't. I myself found them ugly, repulsive. So always ended beautifying those half broken alphabets up with some soothing lullabies I sang to my sleep deprived eyes Night after night. Year after year. Today's #writinggyan was "write as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth." It is a thought provoking fact atle

Many times I had tried writing a poem real, raw and embedded with emptiness or that blinding darkness But I couldn't. I myself found them ugly, repulsive. So always ended beautifying those half broken alphabets up with some soothing lullabies I sang to my sleep deprived eyes Night after night. Year after year. Today's #writinggyan was "write as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth." It is a thought provoking fact atle

Meera Ali

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when you suffer from, Too-much-of-society, which makes you less representative than the hoarding talking about mental health, coz it's okay to be not okay is the pledge our closed one's took and ingrained this in our soupy breakfast we drink as melancholy, finding warmth in nerves, when they break into gust of hollowness. (Read Caption) Loneliness is a medicine when you suffer from, Too-much-of-society, which makes you less representative than the hoarding talking about ment

when you suffer from, Too-much-of-society, which makes you less representative than the hoarding talking about mental health, coz it's okay to be not okay is the pledge our closed one's took and ingrained this in our soupy breakfast we drink as melancholy, finding warmth in nerves, when they break into gust of hollowness. (Read Caption) Loneliness is a medicine when you suffer from, Too-much-of-society, which makes you less representative than the hoarding talking about ment

Meera Ali

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A bitch was born from their blood. The literature was the fucking lunatic, that day, well aware of the situation so it handled meticulously finding right words at right time just more than enough to pierce the gut of the words being crying itself out for asylum. (Read caption) I never knew you were faking all the way, you would have done that earlier for what you have done now, it would have not turned me into a st

A bitch was born from their blood. The literature was the fucking lunatic, that day, well aware of the situation so it handled meticulously finding right words at right time just more than enough to pierce the gut of the words being crying itself out for asylum. (Read caption) I never knew you were faking all the way, you would have done that earlier for what you have done now, it would have not turned me into a st

Rajat Kumar Dalai

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//I am a lie, long lived to be named peace ... I dip a loathed bread of my poetry On white milk with white faces To remember and reconcile everyday. By the time night knocks at my door My body is all pain and pieces I hesitate to let it open But liquids have their own paths to reach Their hosts and hustlers secretly. ... (Full poem in caption) ©Rajat Kumar Dalai #alone //I am a lie long lived to be named peace There are ounces of morsels I take down my throat in pain and distress. Morsels of words

//I am a lie, long lived to be named peace ... I dip a loathed bread of my poetry On white milk with white faces To remember and reconcile everyday. By the time night knocks at my door My body is all pain and pieces I hesitate to let it open But liquids have their own paths to reach Their hosts and hustlers secretly. ... (Full poem in caption) ©Rajat Kumar Dalai #alone //I am a lie long lived to be named peace There are ounces of morsels I take down my throat in pain and distress. Morsels of words

Hemalatha G

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//Empty mornings that ache -caption- I heave thankful sighs every now and then. I hearken to rustling of crumbles and I hold my breath. Restlessness at the foyer. This is just t

//Empty mornings that ache -caption- I heave thankful sighs every now and then. I hearken to rustling of crumbles and I hold my breath. Restlessness at the foyer. This is just t

Hemalatha G

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Another letter to someone I know, But never talked. (Caption) Not-so-dear bonehead, Things changed, didn't they? A few months back, all I wanted to do in your presence was embrace the quick glances you

Another letter to someone I know, But never talked. (Caption) Not-so-dear bonehead, Things changed, didn't they? A few months back, all I wanted to do in your presence was embrace the quick glances you