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Sweta

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//Lonliness// I lean on the wall and wish to afford some acquaintance. And wonder to relish some frabjous hours with them. I wish to be hailed with a grin by the crowd someday. I yearn to answer the calls of my dear ones one day. I rest my head on the cushion of my bed. I smile wondering my familiar figures are near. I giggle thinking the throng is greeting me with love. And chuckles echo the walls of my bedroom often. The baselessness of my thoughts, interrupts me. And whispers 'You're a victim of loneliness', your self is poor. #poets786 #yqp786 #yqpcompetition #yqpchallenge1 #1yearcelebration #swet_a

//Lonliness// I lean on the wall and wish to afford some acquaintance. And wonder to relish some frabjous hours with them. I wish to be hailed with a grin by the crowd someday. I yearn to answer the calls of my dear ones one day. I rest my head on the cushion of my bed. I smile wondering my familiar figures are near. I giggle thinking the throng is greeting me with love. And chuckles echo the walls of my bedroom often. The baselessness of my thoughts, interrupts me. And whispers 'You're a victim of loneliness', your self is poor. #poets786 #yqp786 #yqpcompetition #yqpchallenge1 #1yearcelebration #swet_a

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-and yet another day of solitude was to end; the Sun was upon the ocean of emotions and on the verge of returning home leaving behind its footprints in the form of rain-bowish hues, when birds called out to each other, declaring the departure back to home - that's when I landed on this once called house's home. But this wasn't the end like the violet eves, but a beginning of a new journey to perceive... (caption) Title : My Journey : From Evening to Eternity -and yet another day of solitude was to end, the Sun was upon the ocean of emotions and on the verge of returning home leaving behind

-and yet another day of solitude was to end; the Sun was upon the ocean of emotions and on the verge of returning home leaving behind its footprints in the form of rain-bowish hues, when birds called out to each other, declaring the departure back to home - that's when I landed on this once called house's home. But this wasn't the end like the violet eves, but a beginning of a new journey to perceive... (caption) Title : My Journey : From Evening to Eternity -and yet another day of solitude was to end, the Sun was upon the ocean of emotions and on the verge of returning home leaving behind

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|| The Faded Memories || Memories are just a reflection of past equally fresh, equally clear, equally bright yet not equally real as the present. I still remember those days! Those thoughts, those moments, those memories! This remembrance never lets us forget the fallacy of the past, inspite of efforts.

|| The Faded Memories || Memories are just a reflection of past equally fresh, equally clear, equally bright yet not equally real as the present. I still remember those days! Those thoughts, those moments, those memories! This remembrance never lets us forget the fallacy of the past, inspite of efforts.

The Dream Doodler

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//I closed my eyes To get away from the bustle Shouting,"You don't worth to be..." . . . "You worth as you are one!" Now I opened my eyes with lots of notions at sight Half- blushing seeing what I wrote from mind In a undescribable pleasure!// Read the second, third, fourth word of the title from left to right INTO THAT FAR RIGHT CORNER _______________________________ I closed my eyes To get away from the bustle Shouting,"You don't worth to be..."

//I closed my eyes To get away from the bustle Shouting,"You don't worth to be..." . . . "You worth as you are one!" Now I opened my eyes with lots of notions at sight Half- blushing seeing what I wrote from mind In a undescribable pleasure!// Read the second, third, fourth word of the title from left to right INTO THAT FAR RIGHT CORNER _______________________________ I closed my eyes To get away from the bustle Shouting,"You don't worth to be..."

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Shh! No one is allowed in! Being quarantined feels like being in a broken love. Afflicted to gain more and burdened with loads of demands. Exigency thrives, natural tenderness starts getting tainted. Venom of distrust, disrespect, suspicion hold their heads high. Rancour, fakeness, falsehood spread even more faster than viral contagion being in lack of proper contact. That's how you measure your own grave. The other leaves in a haste to be free and forgets to say "Love your own life." You become an isolated island amidst

Shh! No one is allowed in! Being quarantined feels like being in a broken love. Afflicted to gain more and burdened with loads of demands. Exigency thrives, natural tenderness starts getting tainted. Venom of distrust, disrespect, suspicion hold their heads high. Rancour, fakeness, falsehood spread even more faster than viral contagion being in lack of proper contact. That's how you measure your own grave. The other leaves in a haste to be free and forgets to say "Love your own life." You become an isolated island amidst

Allan Andrews

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My Your Quote Journey Pen downs, paper rests App becomes book There I free my thoughts App says to all- 'I shall keep your quote.' My heart agrees it; There I start journey. Step by step by step, My thoughts become words. My words hug pictures; They both are in love. Then I write my verse; Mother tongue sounds first, Then my dear English. When my wounds increase, Has healed diary writing. Then slowly, there comes Insights and notions. Focus becomes more When words come out. Some words are used, Some are thrown out. Then I see stories; Stories from my heart. Those open my eyes, To explore writing With my Muse of heart, I don't know how far... But I love writing, As I love myself. My Your Quote Journey Pen downs, paper rests App becomes book There I free my thoughts App says to all- 'I shall keep your quote.' My heart agrees it;

My Your Quote Journey Pen downs, paper rests App becomes book There I free my thoughts App says to all- 'I shall keep your quote.' My heart agrees it; There I start journey. Step by step by step, My thoughts become words. My words hug pictures; They both are in love. Then I write my verse; Mother tongue sounds first, Then my dear English. When my wounds increase, Has healed diary writing. Then slowly, there comes Insights and notions. Focus becomes more When words come out. Some words are used, Some are thrown out. Then I see stories; Stories from my heart. Those open my eyes, To explore writing With my Muse of heart, I don't know how far... But I love writing, As I love myself. My Your Quote Journey Pen downs, paper rests App becomes book There I free my thoughts App says to all- 'I shall keep your quote.' My heart agrees it;

Allan Andrews

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Memories Come and go through my days As clouds move through the sky My heart feels memories. Some are like life's treasure; Some are like curse in life. Some are my signs of deeds, Done with my past's shadow. There are some formed in care, They are love's Memories; That remain with Childhood. MANDATORY HASHTAGS #poet786 #yqp786 #yqpcompetition #1yearcelebration #yqpchallenge1 Poets 786 #yqbaba #yqdidi #poetry

Memories Come and go through my days As clouds move through the sky My heart feels memories. Some are like life's treasure; Some are like curse in life. Some are my signs of deeds, Done with my past's shadow. There are some formed in care, They are love's Memories; That remain with Childhood. MANDATORY HASHTAGS #poet786 #yqp786 #yqpcompetition #1yearcelebration #yqpchallenge1 Poets 786 #yqbaba #yqdidi #poetry

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A journey that never begins nor ends but a journey that is always started : Journey on YourQuote (Read caption) A journey from known to a lot to know, Becomes difficult to express in words. Unware I was, when my words in YQ became emotions of heart. One-liner to different forms of poetry, Is a journey from there to here. Belongingness to kindness,

A journey that never begins nor ends but a journey that is always started : Journey on YourQuote (Read caption) A journey from known to a lot to know, Becomes difficult to express in words. Unware I was, when my words in YQ became emotions of heart. One-liner to different forms of poetry, Is a journey from there to here. Belongingness to kindness,