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Hemalatha G

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For, alphabets are more powerful in the form of words. And words become the master when brewed with reality. (Caption) ••• The letters are sealed. They were scribbled with the extremest of emotions. They can tear your soul apart. One might lose oneself to these letters. I fear running my hands over them again. They are laden with everything I ran away from. The voices. The whiffs. The smokes. The laughters. The roars. They've taken root in the letters. They are high on dread. Possibly, with a posy of giggles. Since the day I started writing letters to the unaddressed version of you, I've seen me adopting every

For, alphabets are more powerful in the form of words. And words become the master when brewed with reality. (Caption) ••• The letters are sealed. They were scribbled with the extremest of emotions. They can tear your soul apart. One might lose oneself to these letters. I fear running my hands over them again. They are laden with everything I ran away from. The voices. The whiffs. The smokes. The laughters. The roars. They've taken root in the letters. They are high on dread. Possibly, with a posy of giggles. Since the day I started writing letters to the unaddressed version of you, I've seen me adopting every

Hemalatha G

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Someday, I shall adorn my own epitaph, with the love you'll deceive to death, once more and with the lies you'll knit as a wreaths. Expectations. Duhh. #YQbaba #yqquotes #powrimo #life #love #death #breakup #lies

Someday, I shall adorn my own epitaph, with the love you'll deceive to death, once more and with the lies you'll knit as a wreaths. Expectations. Duhh. #YQbaba #yqquotes #powrimo #life #love #death #breakup #lies

Hemalatha G

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Surrealism laden air, tugs at familiarity. It calmly passes through the tousled hair. When unrelated kids stumble towards each other, and swap smiles, I'm pushed to a trance where I wonder if their smiles are the signals; if their smiles carry a speckle of bond. Maybe. Maybe not. As I sniffed the flavour of fried momo for the first time, I sensed a strangely familiar company. Did it bring the reminiscence of a stranger I wished to have association with? Now, as words find hut in my pocket notes, I'm forced to fathom the relationship 'twixt them. It's the familiarly unfamiliar familiarity. Even time, the Lord of lives, cannot overwhelm it, because it's beyond steer, beyond tangibility, beyond death... It entwines with the souls that lay bare midst gusts of air. It's indelible. The bond out of emotions. #YQbaba #life #afterlife #pastlife #death #yourquote #powrimo #philosophy

Surrealism laden air, tugs at familiarity. It calmly passes through the tousled hair. When unrelated kids stumble towards each other, and swap smiles, I'm pushed to a trance where I wonder if their smiles are the signals; if their smiles carry a speckle of bond. Maybe. Maybe not. As I sniffed the flavour of fried momo for the first time, I sensed a strangely familiar company. Did it bring the reminiscence of a stranger I wished to have association with? Now, as words find hut in my pocket notes, I'm forced to fathom the relationship 'twixt them. It's the familiarly unfamiliar familiarity. Even time, the Lord of lives, cannot overwhelm it, because it's beyond steer, beyond tangibility, beyond death... It entwines with the souls that lay bare midst gusts of air. It's indelible. The bond out of emotions. #YQbaba #life #afterlife #pastlife #death #yourquote #powrimo #philosophy

Hemalatha G

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//My Nights// Nights that witness my besmirched side surpasses the number of days in a calender. Doubtfully do I ransack your room, to keep tab on your calendar, maybe 'your calendar' will come in good terms with my nights' count. (In caption) ... Nights that witness my besmirched side surpasses the number of days in a calender. Doubtfully do I ransack your room, to keep tab on your calendar, maybe 'your calendar' will come in good terms with my nights' count. It's another way of escapism, from my own room of thoughts. The deadliest prison I've ever been in, is 'my mind'. Sometimes, heart does come to unlock the foyer, but in vain. Do you know that the seconds hand of my lightening bolt-shaped clock moves inchmeal? I try my hand at

//My Nights// Nights that witness my besmirched side surpasses the number of days in a calender. Doubtfully do I ransack your room, to keep tab on your calendar, maybe 'your calendar' will come in good terms with my nights' count. (In caption) ... Nights that witness my besmirched side surpasses the number of days in a calender. Doubtfully do I ransack your room, to keep tab on your calendar, maybe 'your calendar' will come in good terms with my nights' count. It's another way of escapism, from my own room of thoughts. The deadliest prison I've ever been in, is 'my mind'. Sometimes, heart does come to unlock the foyer, but in vain. Do you know that the seconds hand of my lightening bolt-shaped clock moves inchmeal? I try my hand at

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When yesterdays seem perpetual, Contradictory to tomorrows, Today will sync with heartbeats, Counting cascading moments. No more tomorrows. #YQbaba #shortform #life #days #death #yourquote #powrimo

When yesterdays seem perpetual, Contradictory to tomorrows, Today will sync with heartbeats, Counting cascading moments. No more tomorrows. #YQbaba #shortform #life #days #death #yourquote #powrimo

शायरशर्मा

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तू भी अच्छा मजा़क कर लेती है अपनी सूरत की बराबरी मेरी सीरत से करती है #YQbaba #YQdidi #Powrimo #MyDiaryQuote

तू भी अच्छा मजा़क कर लेती है अपनी सूरत की बराबरी मेरी सीरत से करती है #YQbaba #YQdidi #Powrimo #MyDiaryQuote

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நான் சிரிக்கையில் சிரித்தாய் நான் அழுகையில் அழுதாய் உற்ற துணையாய் இருந்தாய் என்னை முதன்முதலில் நாயகனாய் காட்டினாய் என்னை முதன்முதலில் அழகனாய் காட்டினாய் ஆனால் உடையும்போது சிதறிய இடமெல்லாம் உன் நினைவை காட்டி என்னை குத்தினாய் காதலி எனும் கண்ணாடியே #கண்ணாடி #powrimo #காதலி #நினைவுச்சிதறல்

நான் சிரிக்கையில் சிரித்தாய் நான் அழுகையில் அழுதாய் உற்ற துணையாய் இருந்தாய் என்னை முதன்முதலில் நாயகனாய் காட்டினாய் என்னை முதன்முதலில் அழகனாய் காட்டினாய் ஆனால் உடையும்போது சிதறிய இடமெல்லாம் உன் நினைவை காட்டி என்னை குத்தினாய் காதலி எனும் கண்ணாடியே #கண்ணாடி #powrimo #காதலி #நினைவுச்சிதறல்