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Break easily to be broken. (Read in caption) Is life all about holding on or letting go? By holding the ambrosial candle for the removal of filth, I fell at the noirceur corner with my aching heart that didn't let it go. But I don't break with every time I fall. I break with incidents which stabs me from back. I break when 'embrace' become an option and not a choice. ••• Some hear me yelling. Some hear my silence. And some silence my silences. The one who never know, never questions and the one who knows, never answers. And I am swinging

Break easily to be broken. (Read in caption) Is life all about holding on or letting go? By holding the ambrosial candle for the removal of filth, I fell at the noirceur corner with my aching heart that didn't let it go. But I don't break with every time I fall. I break with incidents which stabs me from back. I break when 'embrace' become an option and not a choice. ••• Some hear me yelling. Some hear my silence. And some silence my silences. The one who never know, never questions and the one who knows, never answers. And I am swinging

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•Putra Vati Bhava• On the land of spirituality, I see the fire burning with dark. I see the blessings uprising from the ashes of dark. "Blessings can never be bought, they are earned," they say. And the evil thought behind the acceptance of sons, have then become their only reward. Why only son? Do we earn more blessings from less effort for all the mothers who gave birth to their son? When I turn the pages of shastras and puranas, I see how our morals being ignored. But the thing which should have been change

•Putra Vati Bhava• On the land of spirituality, I see the fire burning with dark. I see the blessings uprising from the ashes of dark. "Blessings can never be bought, they are earned," they say. And the evil thought behind the acceptance of sons, have then become their only reward. Why only son? Do we earn more blessings from less effort for all the mothers who gave birth to their son? When I turn the pages of shastras and puranas, I see how our morals being ignored. But the thing which should have been change

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•The old• (Read in caption) I'm in love. In love with my folded skins, grey hairs and rimless spectacles. I'm in love with time and the age I'm going through. ••• I'm at the verge. Verge,

•The old• (Read in caption) I'm in love. In love with my folded skins, grey hairs and rimless spectacles. I'm in love with time and the age I'm going through. ••• I'm at the verge. Verge,

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Is self-destruction about being selfish? (Read in caption) "You mustn't live so lightly. You mustn't weep silently. Hold your dream tightly because you mustn't leave us swiftly." The days are dark and deep with no shine in

Is self-destruction about being selfish? (Read in caption) "You mustn't live so lightly. You mustn't weep silently. Hold your dream tightly because you mustn't leave us swiftly." The days are dark and deep with no shine in

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I wish you would be present in my last goodbye. (Read in caption) My eyes have been paused in your sight from the last night. I'm waiting. Waiting for your eyes to blink first. But. But it seems to be closed from the time I've been started missing you.

I wish you would be present in my last goodbye. (Read in caption) My eyes have been paused in your sight from the last night. I'm waiting. Waiting for your eyes to blink first. But. But it seems to be closed from the time I've been started missing you.

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Life is a struggle like the beginning of the mughal empire from the battle, a war. Like the, cannons in the clash proved its advantage by frightening the elephants, tactics. Team: Poetic Phrasers. Poetry type: Cinquain Genre: History #rzpl3poeticphrasers #rzpl3 #rzpl3round2 #restzone #rzpl #cinquain #yqbaba #100poemsby_tm

Life is a struggle like the beginning of the mughal empire from the battle, a war. Like the, cannons in the clash proved its advantage by frightening the elephants, tactics. Team: Poetic Phrasers. Poetry type: Cinquain Genre: History #rzpl3poeticphrasers #rzpl3 #rzpl3round2 #restzone #rzpl #cinquain #yqbaba #100poemsby_tm

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I still hold the muses from 2020 in 2021. (Read in caption) Life keeps revolving around the senses of time. And my verses fall off from the lives of past. Hope arises in no time, and I look back to those scribbled pages which once rhymed with my poem. How could I correct myself that the past was just for

I still hold the muses from 2020 in 2021. (Read in caption) Life keeps revolving around the senses of time. And my verses fall off from the lives of past. Hope arises in no time, and I look back to those scribbled pages which once rhymed with my poem. How could I correct myself that the past was just for

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present bulb. I'm that opened, I'm a fused I'm a book which is never could I receive those w i s h e s as p r e s e n t s being 'no one', being an orphan, carrying an unnumbered age and being an unadressed verse to a p o e m. •The Santa In Us• No more the day was shining. The brightness on my face was shivering. Chilly winds were carrying the ringing sound of bells but my heart was searching for the feel of 'december' in the

present bulb. I'm that opened, I'm a fused I'm a book which is never could I receive those w i s h e s as p r e s e n t s being 'no one', being an orphan, carrying an unnumbered age and being an unadressed verse to a p o e m. •The Santa In Us• No more the day was shining. The brightness on my face was shivering. Chilly winds were carrying the ringing sound of bells but my heart was searching for the feel of 'december' in the

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The gloomy night of present will then become the past, but the shine in him will rise like a 'star'. (Read in caption) There's the way to shine, where he can find a way to live. If there's a way to live, then he knows to calibrate with the chunks of time which celebrates the random event to change the card from day to night.

The gloomy night of present will then become the past, but the shine in him will rise like a 'star'. (Read in caption) There's the way to shine, where he can find a way to live. If there's a way to live, then he knows to calibrate with the chunks of time which celebrates the random event to change the card from day to night.

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If I were a pen, I would let you to bleed your buried emotions. #ifiwerehaiku started by Niveditha di 👀😌 #haiku #haikupoem #100poemsby_tm #100poemsfor100days #justtrends #yqbaba

If I were a pen, I would let you to bleed your buried emotions. #ifiwerehaiku started by Niveditha di 👀😌 #haiku #haikupoem #100poemsby_tm #100poemsfor100days #justtrends #yqbaba