Mast conquer all the fears of life When I was a child, we didn't have gel pens. It was either ballpoint pens or fountain pens. When a classmate got the first gel pen, we looke

When I was a child, we didn't have gel pens. It was either ballpoint pens or fountain pens. When a classmate got the first gel pen, we looke #ChildrensDay #YourQuoteAndMine #remembertowrite #wheniwasachild

Mast conquer all the fears of life When I was a child, we didn't have gel pens. It was either ballpoint pens or fountain pens. When a classmate got the first gel pen, we looke

Mansi Rajput

But it was All in Your mind.. You made Scenarios in your mind.. you Practiced those Dialogues.. You Dreamt about Gazing Stars with them till Twilight. You Planned about eating Maggie together in the late Rainy Afternoon. It was Just You. How hard it can Be? To get over someone who wasn't even yours. To let them leave that place in your heart which they Once Owned and Ruled.

How hard it can Be? To get over someone who wasn't even yours. To let them leave that place in your heart which they Once Owned and Ruled. #yqtales #AboutLove #onesidedthings #butitrained #notevenapoem

But it was All in Your mind.. You made Scenarios in your mind.. you Practiced those Dialogues.. You Dreamt about Gazing Stars with them till Twilight. You Planned about eating Maggie together in the late Rainy Afternoon. It was Just You.

How hard it can Be?
To get over someone who wasn't even yours.

To let them leave that place in your heart which they Once Owned and Ruled.

Rajat Kumar Dalai

//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

#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 #poem

//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

Miss xyz

present bulb. I'm that opened, I'm a fused I'm a book which is never could I receive those w i s h e s as p r e s e n t s being 'no one', being an orphan, carrying an unnumbered age and being an unadressed verse to a p o e m. •The Santa In Us• No more the day was shining. The brightness on my face was shivering. Chilly winds were carrying the ringing sound of

•The Santa In Us• No more the day was shining. The brightness on my face was shivering. Chilly winds were carrying the ringing sound of #yqbaba #shapepoem #MerryChristmas #100poemsfor100days #shapymess #100poemsby_tm #wcresol

present
bulb. I'm that
opened, I'm a fused
I'm a book which is never
could I receive those w i s h e s
as p r e s e n t s being 'no one', being
an orphan, carrying an unnumbered age
and being an unadressed verse to a p o e m. •The Santa In Us•

No more the day was shining.
The brightness on my face was
shivering. Chilly winds were
carrying the ringing sound of

Ankita R. Devi

ARTISTICALLY DELICIOUS ARTISTICALLY DELICIOUS HOW FOOD AND ART TOGETHER ADORN A SPECTACLE Of course, most people are intrigued when they see aesthetic objects b

ARTISTICALLY DELICIOUS HOW FOOD AND ART TOGETHER ADORN A SPECTACLE Of course, most people are intrigued when they see aesthetic objects b

ARTISTICALLY DELICIOUS ARTISTICALLY DELICIOUS

HOW FOOD AND ART TOGETHER ADORN A SPECTACLE

Of course, most people are intrigued when they see aesthetic objects b

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