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politeocean

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देखों! अब ये आई-लायनर ना लगाया करो यार, क़ुछ क़ुछ ना, सरहद सा मालूम पड़ता है हमें, और फिर ना, हम क़ैद होकर रह जाते है आंखोमें... #eyeliner #eyes #deep #border #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqtales #yqdada

देखों! अब ये आई-लायनर ना लगाया करो यार, क़ुछ क़ुछ ना, सरहद सा मालूम पड़ता है हमें, और फिर ना, हम क़ैद होकर रह जाते है आंखोमें... #eyeliner #eyes #deep #border #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqtales #yqdada

kamalpreet kaur

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ਜਿਹੜੇ ਮੁੰਡੇ eyeliner ਲਗਾਏ ਨੂੰ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਕਿ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਬੜੀ ਕਾਲੀ ਕੀਤੀ ਸੂਰਮੇ ਨਾਲ, ਇਹਦਾ ਮਤਲਬ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੇਕਅਪ ਬਾਰੇ ਜਮਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਪਤਾ 🤣🤣🤣😂 .. ©kamalpreet kaur #Eyeliner

ਜਿਹੜੇ ਮੁੰਡੇ eyeliner ਲਗਾਏ ਨੂੰ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਕਿ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਬੜੀ ਕਾਲੀ ਕੀਤੀ ਸੂਰਮੇ ਨਾਲ, ਇਹਦਾ ਮਤਲਬ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੇਕਅਪ ਬਾਰੇ ਜਮਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਪਤਾ 🤣🤣🤣😂 .. ©kamalpreet kaur #Eyeliner

Nishtha Goswami

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When a long night covers my skies, and I cannot find twinkle of a lone star, I look into those captivating hazel eyes to know that a bright day is not far. Captivating #yqbaba #yqpoem #yqpoetry #musings #love #eyes #hazel #captivating

When a long night covers my skies, and I cannot find twinkle of a lone star, I look into those captivating hazel eyes to know that a bright day is not far. Captivating #yqbaba #yqpoem #yqpoetry #musings #love #eyes #hazel #captivating

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My fate is already written in her heavenly eyes. She just bolds them with her eyeliner. Her artworks in my fate. #love #yqbaba #yourquote #eyes #eyeliner

My fate is already written in her heavenly eyes. She just bolds them with her eyeliner. Her artworks in my fate. #love #yqbaba #yourquote #eyes #eyeliner

Ayushi Dauneriya

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11:11 P.M. You are that 11:11 wish that I never wish upon. Every time I visit this thread and not write, a part of our story dies and they fill the cleft with your silence. Because we live in a conundrum where biases matter and the thing that matters, doesn't really matter. Some days I flee changing trains, buses, pulses and muses, one-two-three; other days I sit on the empty shelf in your cupboard where you segregate your clothes. Some days I'm that sleeping tee you never choose, other days I'm that smirk you never lose. Some days I crave for poetry, other days I make a living out of prose. But most days I'm a homesick and we're drunk, where nothing is whiskey or rum, it's just gray. Gray.

11:11 P.M. You are that 11:11 wish that I never wish upon. Every time I visit this thread and not write, a part of our story dies and they fill the cleft with your silence. Because we live in a conundrum where biases matter and the thing that matters, doesn't really matter. Some days I flee changing trains, buses, pulses and muses, one-two-three; other days I sit on the empty shelf in your cupboard where you segregate your clothes. Some days I'm that sleeping tee you never choose, other days I'm that smirk you never lose. Some days I crave for poetry, other days I make a living out of prose. But most days I'm a homesick and we're drunk, where nothing is whiskey or rum, it's just gray. Gray.