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Sita Prasad

The fickle minded think,
modernism lies in flaunting,
Just see the nature,
it does too, but without taunting.  #wcfickle #wcwordoftheday #yqbaba #wcfeature

Black Guy

All my praise fall short of her. A heart beating with vigour and zeal and kindness runs her veins and arteries. A lady with the lamp brightening the dark alleys of the brain. Your pen oozes magic and spells to aromatize everyone. So keep penning Take care of yourself such a soul is rare and her enigma will overpower everyone. I wanted to write a double etheree but the mind, uff it is just going haywire. I wish it suffices the royal RBC and WBc of your blood, the words really fall short of

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A 
Meadow 
Where runnels 
C o a l e s c e    and 
Begets  amorphous 
Florets, bees' merriments 
Sun kissed aura, wind sashay 
Clouds droop low to whisper sweet tales
Eavesdropped elves emerge erring errands
Hail, Oh majesty ! thence emerged the  Queen All my praise fall short of her. A heart beating with vigour and zeal and kindness runs her veins and arteries. A lady with the lamp brightening the dark alleys of the brain. 
Your pen oozes magic and spells to aromatize everyone. 
So keep penning

Take care of yourself such a soul is rare and her enigma will overpower everyone.  

I wanted to write a double etheree but the mind, uff it is just going haywire.
I wish it suffices the royal RBC and WBc of your blood, the words really fall short of

Jyoti choudhary

I'm little solitude A little ambition for aggression Faith in own stream's Shattered down the dreams but now settled in deep heart, despite own deficiencies gives sources to flow Focused on the horizon,

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#wcisolophilia 

I'm little solitude 
a little ambition for aggression 
 faith in own stream's 

Read in caption..  I'm little solitude 
A little ambition for aggression 
Faith in own stream's 

Shattered down the dreams but now settled in deep heart, 
despite own deficiencies gives sources to flow 

Focused on the horizon,

Kartik Prajapat

Maa, why a cup of milk only today? as she went on saying "The calf of our buffalo died of nothing.." promptly, I was in the shed to the buffalo, yet tethered, with her eyes dissolved in tears, I saw the love withering in her bosom.

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–what has love truly been ? 
Maa, why a cup of milk only today?
as she went on saying "The calf of our buffalo 
died of nothing.." promptly, I was in the shed
to the buffalo, yet tethered, 
with her eyes dissolved in tears, I saw the love 
withering in her bosom.

Kaushambhi Dixit

What's left is a silhouette that glows in the moonlight. Gazing upon the boldface of fire, the spark fuming into flame, I like the beauty and heft of it, on life left behind. Life came ahead of us or did we? How come life's such a blur hue;

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Captioned What's left is a silhouette 
that glows in the moonlight. 
Gazing upon the boldface of fire, 
the spark fuming into flame, 
I like the beauty and heft of it, 
on life left behind.
Life came ahead of us or did we?
How come life's such a blur hue;

Zumi

*Shoshin* Fragile hands and frail hearts, Wrinkles of golden stardust, Seek refuge to live and love, Seek refuge, with new eyes in the same world- Shoshin.

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*Shoshin*
//Caption *Shoshin*

Fragile hands and frail hearts, 
Wrinkles of golden stardust, 
Seek refuge to live and love, 
Seek refuge, with new eyes 
in the same world-
Shoshin.

Zumi

*Dadirri* Walking on the steep terrains in tea gardens in Kerala, Flowing with the river of green, Frozen stars watched me with smiles, their gleam. The quietness generated a voice

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*Dadirri*

We, a part of nature, see it bloom, 
Tune in with a symphony of epiphanies, 
Quite a stillness, 
Quiet many realizations. 
Dadirri. Period. 
//Caption *Dadirri*

Walking on the steep terrains
in tea gardens in Kerala, 
Flowing with the river of green, 
Frozen stars watched me with 
smiles, their gleam. 
The quietness generated a voice

Zumi

*Cicatrize* The onomatopoeia of rain Triggers memories of a dark story- Mellifluous, melodious, yet misty black. I sit on the bench of the park to relieve them all. The mayhem of myriads blossoms to die soon,

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*Cicatrize*

My scars would heal me one day,
My soul would rest in peace due to the scars, 
In the arms of death. 
//Caption *Cicatrize*

The onomatopoeia of rain
Triggers memories of a dark story-
Mellifluous, melodious, yet misty black.
I sit on the bench of the park to relieve them all. 

The mayhem of myriads blossoms to die soon,

Zumi

*Of Anemoia and Nostalgia* The designs of the Mandala And the colors of the painting, 'Starry Night' by Vincent van Gogh Intermingle in front of my eyes, To create a new flavor, A new symphony of epiphanies.

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*Of Anemoia and Nostalgia*

The designs of the Mandala 
And the colors of the painting, 
'Starry Night' by Vincent van Gogh
Intermingle in front of my eyes, 
To create a new flavor,
A new symphony of epiphanies. 
How I wish that the Indian and the Foreign culture intermix together
To fulfill my dreams- often called fantasies. 
How I feel the nostalgia for the time I have never been-
Anemoia.
//Caption *Of Anemoia and Nostalgia*

The designs of the Mandala 
And the colors of the painting, 
'Starry Night' by Vincent van Gogh
Intermingle in front of my eyes, 
To create a new flavor,
A new symphony of epiphanies.

Zumi

°Better Read° Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation,

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Below the fathomless sky, 
Staring at the string of beautiful stars, 
Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. 

This is the only heaven, 
A solace, a relaxation,
Leading to some beautiful realizations, 
Perhaps, the symphony of epiphanies, 
Originate from the origin of the world. 

The symphony of everything lies, 
Birth, death, and eulogies dwell. 
Silent yet speaking are the hues of the sky, 
Soaking tears and absorbing bliss. 
Holding sanity and beckoning sanctity. 

Soul yearns for smultronstalle, 
To convert grief into solace, 
And pain into the paints of the rainbow. 
And the sky engulfs me, 
And stresses out loud, 
"Come dear, here it lies- the smultronstalle."

And I give in, 
To become one of those shining stars, 
Which gleams bright in its smultronstalle.  °Better Read°

Below the fathomless sky, 
Staring at the string of beautiful stars, 
Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. 

This is the only heaven, 
A solace, a relaxation,
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