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When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty breaks my mind. Where's my bride, I'm used to find. I am waiting at my best book's behest. Because of which, I could never rest. While sunset I'm used to miss her hottest and so sweet kiss offered by dried and chapped lips, which were like two tasty chilli chips in the winter's wave. We could not save. She might meet me. But she is merely my daydream. In summer she is like ice cream. She might meet me at the station. But she's just invisible imagination. She is only an illusion. She is only confusion. ...✍️by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #Dream_of_Day #Beauty_Breaks_My_Mind #Beauty_Beats_My_Mood When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty

When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty breaks my mind. Where's my bride, I'm used to find. I am waiting at my best book's behest. Because of which, I could never rest. While sunset I'm used to miss her hottest and so sweet kiss offered by dried and chapped lips, which were like two tasty chilli chips in the winter's wave. We could not save. She might meet me. But she is merely my daydream. In summer she is like ice cream. She might meet me at the station. But she's just invisible imagination. She is only an illusion. She is only confusion. ...✍️by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #Dream_of_Day #Beauty_Breaks_My_Mind #Beauty_Beats_My_Mood When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty

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//Seasons in her// (Caption) I noticed glitters on your lids Last night, as the moonlight Washed your silhouette In the hues of seasons, together. With your hazel ey

//Seasons in her// (Caption) I noticed glitters on your lids Last night, as the moonlight Washed your silhouette In the hues of seasons, together. With your hazel ey

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One by One The alley echoed with the eeriest sound of the metal screeching against the concrete. The roughness of the plaster being scraped wildly as s

One by One The alley echoed with the eeriest sound of the metal screeching against the concrete. The roughness of the plaster being scraped wildly as s

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I'll still hope the sea calls out to me again. I'll wait for it to pacify it's rumble and caress my shadow one last time. //caption// //I'll wait// Day 20. I hadn't seen my reflection in ages. Yesterday, the sour taste of the mango left a series of stings on my chapped l

I'll still hope the sea calls out to me again. I'll wait for it to pacify it's rumble and caress my shadow one last time. //caption// //I'll wait// Day 20. I hadn't seen my reflection in ages. Yesterday, the sour taste of the mango left a series of stings on my chapped l

Hemalatha G

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The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to

The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to

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i have holes in my socks~ I have holes in my socks, both of them but only at the heels. The holes ain't visible, ain't seen, so I wear them everyday as remnants o

i have holes in my socks~ I have holes in my socks, both of them but only at the heels. The holes ain't visible, ain't seen, so I wear them everyday as remnants o

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//A dream, some hope - 27/12/2020 //A Dream, Some Hope -27/12/2020 1) A corrupt management, one hundred closures. People torn into two, one piece on the left, another on the

//A dream, some hope - 27/12/2020 //A Dream, Some Hope -27/12/2020 1) A corrupt management, one hundred closures. People torn into two, one piece on the left, another on the

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//A random list of randomness //A random list of randomness 1) it's 10:10. since the day i started confessing how 11:11 always finds me, i have begun to unconsciously n

//A random list of randomness //A random list of randomness 1) it's 10:10. since the day i started confessing how 11:11 always finds me, i have begun to unconsciously n

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Beetroot lips and finding the problem *An 8-9 minute read. Super long form* Prologue: I have been wanting to write about this for a while, even though this issue has been with m

Beetroot lips and finding the problem *An 8-9 minute read. Super long form* Prologue: I have been wanting to write about this for a while, even though this issue has been with m

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Devil in me The heated hunk sunk back into his vast couch. His intentions were buried darker and deeper than his orbs. His motives, unclean and ulterior

Devil in me The heated hunk sunk back into his vast couch. His intentions were buried darker and deeper than his orbs. His motives, unclean and ulterior