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Samriddhi Singh

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What is love ? Love is the reflection of your smile in the ocean of happiness , Mothers love for her child , Sisters love for his brother , Doctors love for his patient , Gods love for his creation , Poets love for his poetry, Definition of love varies person to person , It's also about loving your books as anything , Books are my true love , They makes me feel alive . Love is about happiness & it's you who should define your love , Never let others decide your love. #cinemagraph , thronging in the world try to recognise your love and don't let others decide it for you . What's your perspective about lo

What is love ? Love is the reflection of your smile in the ocean of happiness , Mothers love for her child , Sisters love for his brother , Doctors love for his patient , Gods love for his creation , Poets love for his poetry, Definition of love varies person to person , It's also about loving your books as anything , Books are my true love , They makes me feel alive . Love is about happiness & it's you who should define your love , Never let others decide your love. #cinemagraph , thronging in the world try to recognise your love and don't let others decide it for you . What's your perspective about lo

Devanshi Dadwal

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Charlie: The Investigation Facet 2 After being in the ICU for five days, finally, his family could meet him. His sobbing mother entered the room just to see something that lef

Charlie: The Investigation Facet 2 After being in the ICU for five days, finally, his family could meet him. His sobbing mother entered the room just to see something that lef

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*Simple Beauty* *Simple Beauty* Among the throngs of footsteps, Between two slabs of stones. In the most unlikely of places - a footpath, A leaf sprung up,

*Simple Beauty* *Simple Beauty* Among the throngs of footsteps, Between two slabs of stones. In the most unlikely of places - a footpath, A leaf sprung up,

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The concealer of her concealed face leads a foundation of kalopsia. Her pores, acnes and wrinkles' seam were woven with caption '#nofilte

The concealer of her concealed face leads a foundation of kalopsia. Her pores, acnes and wrinkles' seam were woven with caption '#nofilte

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▪︎Of The Road Taken▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎Of The Road Taken▪︎ Strolling by the sombre woodlands Just amid which a road bifurcates, Gazing deep down it, long I stand. To add some f

▪︎Of The Road Taken▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎Of The Road Taken▪︎ Strolling by the sombre woodlands Just amid which a road bifurcates, Gazing deep down it, long I stand. To add some f

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You murdered me brutally before I could reach my home The frightful Shinkensen splited my lofty body into two Today I dwell and roam amid the train tracks; cackling Now it's your epoch, to suffer from my pernicious boo. Now I keep hunting all night holding a sharp scythe I have got no mercy but preferred as a critter so mean Dragging crimson blood smeared me along the platform, Wearing proudly an withered yet appealing skin of green! 'Teke-Teke' echoes thronging the pricking silence of track, Let's prank they said, Now I am teaching how to prank, Let 'em feel; let 'em deal the excruciation I went through, Let 'em feel the dread of death, let them know life's rank. That day, those sadistic pleasure you had got from The painful outcries and aching screams of mine; Will cheeringly exult me out; satiate the burning desire When my apparitions will make you scream and whine. The fire of vengeance of 'Bata-Bata' is already kindled, My cold, chilling hands are yearning for my payback It's time O' people embrace death for, I'm bloodthirsty It's time for your cruel body to permanently hit the sack. For a better read : You murdered me brutally before I could reach my home The frightful Shinkensen splited my lofty body into two Today I

You murdered me brutally before I could reach my home The frightful Shinkensen splited my lofty body into two Today I dwell and roam amid the train tracks; cackling Now it's your epoch, to suffer from my pernicious boo. Now I keep hunting all night holding a sharp scythe I have got no mercy but preferred as a critter so mean Dragging crimson blood smeared me along the platform, Wearing proudly an withered yet appealing skin of green! 'Teke-Teke' echoes thronging the pricking silence of track, Let's prank they said, Now I am teaching how to prank, Let 'em feel; let 'em deal the excruciation I went through, Let 'em feel the dread of death, let them know life's rank. That day, those sadistic pleasure you had got from The painful outcries and aching screams of mine; Will cheeringly exult me out; satiate the burning desire When my apparitions will make you scream and whine. The fire of vengeance of 'Bata-Bata' is already kindled, My cold, chilling hands are yearning for my payback It's time O' people embrace death for, I'm bloodthirsty It's time for your cruel body to permanently hit the sack. For a better read : You murdered me brutally before I could reach my home The frightful Shinkensen splited my lofty body into two Today I

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▪︎I don't want the Cherry but You▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎I don't want the Cherry but You▪︎ I love cakes, only for the cherry on its top I hate cakes for, only one cherry on its top, One cherry,

▪︎I don't want the Cherry but You▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎I don't want the Cherry but You▪︎ I love cakes, only for the cherry on its top I hate cakes for, only one cherry on its top, One cherry,

Dilse Alfaazz

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On my school notebooks On my desk and on the trees On the sands of snow I write your name On the pages I have read On all the white pages Stone, blood, paper or ash I write your name On the images of gold On the weapons of the warriors On the crown of the king I write your name (See caption) On the jungle and the desert On the nest and on the brier On the echo of my childhood I write your name On all my scarves of blue On the mo

On my school notebooks On my desk and on the trees On the sands of snow I write your name On the pages I have read On all the white pages Stone, blood, paper or ash I write your name On the images of gold On the weapons of the warriors On the crown of the king I write your name (See caption) On the jungle and the desert On the nest and on the brier On the echo of my childhood I write your name On all my scarves of blue On the mo

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•read in the caption• So what if it rains in your courtyard of mud? I ask a girl who smears hopes every time she builds the walls of her home and leads me to a

•read in the caption• So what if it rains in your courtyard of mud? I ask a girl who smears hopes every time she builds the walls of her home and leads me to a