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The World Has Ended! My real world always Ends Whenever My thumb hits the screen of the virtual world, !! #theworldhasended #apocalypse#the_world_has_ended #airplanepoetrymovement #

The World Has Ended! My real world always Ends Whenever My thumb hits the screen of the virtual world, !! #theworldhasended #apocalypse#the_world_has_ended #airplanepoetrymovement #

Sanjana Kumar

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A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been once, where today my wild inhibitions regarding ways to explore affections lie. //caption// On my doorstep. I. I found a stray half freckled yellow marigold on my doorstep. I have always liked marigolds, sometimes my love for yellow flowers being a little too irrational. I wonder where half the sun I'd keep in my pocket, always handy, is now. Now that I've traded the grunting heat for the freckled, dried and crumbling thin petal strips of the warm winter bloom. II. A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been o

A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been once, where today my wild inhibitions regarding ways to explore affections lie. //caption// On my doorstep. I. I found a stray half freckled yellow marigold on my doorstep. I have always liked marigolds, sometimes my love for yellow flowers being a little too irrational. I wonder where half the sun I'd keep in my pocket, always handy, is now. Now that I've traded the grunting heat for the freckled, dried and crumbling thin petal strips of the warm winter bloom. II. A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been o

Sanjana Kumar

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EPILOGUE:NOT THAT EVIDENT I met an old friend last night. Well, he still repeats the same jokes over and over again and likes borrowing intellectual awareness from colleagues and rubbing it off on the other colleagues. “Fine director; too  stuck up with partition.” “Fine poet; too metaphorical.” Evidently, some things  never change.   Here's an old weird piece I found in my drafts. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #yqpowrimo #nostalgia #winters

EPILOGUE:NOT THAT EVIDENT I met an old friend last night. Well, he still repeats the same jokes over and over again and likes borrowing intellectual awareness from colleagues and rubbing it off on the other colleagues. “Fine director; too  stuck up with partition.” “Fine poet; too metaphorical.” Evidently, some things  never change.   Here's an old weird piece I found in my drafts. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #yqpowrimo #nostalgia #winters

Sanjana Kumar

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The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. //caption// Fern leaves -Sanjana Kumar The gurgling sound of water surrounds us. Something, a lot like you must have heard as a prelude to a song about how love trapped us and made us do all sorts of things magicians do. The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. You look at me once and ask for my permission, you never open your mouth to speak. You hold me tight saying, girl it will all

The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. //caption// Fern leaves -Sanjana Kumar The gurgling sound of water surrounds us. Something, a lot like you must have heard as a prelude to a song about how love trapped us and made us do all sorts of things magicians do. The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. You look at me once and ask for my permission, you never open your mouth to speak. You hold me tight saying, girl it will all

Sanjana Kumar

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When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. //caption// When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. (After Hanif Abdurraqib) When I say loving me is like rewriting a story with weird character names and locations, what I would generally means is

When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. //caption// When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. (After Hanif Abdurraqib) When I say loving me is like rewriting a story with weird character names and locations, what I would generally means is

Sanjana Kumar

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While on some days, I'll construct half poems(with the intention of a full one, anyway) , the other days I'll go over the other half written poems you'd left at the altar. For instance, that one without a beginning. For instance, that one without an end. //full poem in caption// While on some days, I'll construct half poems(with the intention of a full one, anyway) , the other days I'll go over the other half written poems you'd left at the altar. For instance, that one without a beginning. For instance, that one without an end. Let me be here, thinking hard about the one about the nomad trying to find his way to Gilead, through any amount of sleepless nights and any number of fallen eyelashes. Let me be here, talking about the man waiting for the woman with an uncann

While on some days, I'll construct half poems(with the intention of a full one, anyway) , the other days I'll go over the other half written poems you'd left at the altar. For instance, that one without a beginning. For instance, that one without an end. //full poem in caption// While on some days, I'll construct half poems(with the intention of a full one, anyway) , the other days I'll go over the other half written poems you'd left at the altar. For instance, that one without a beginning. For instance, that one without an end. Let me be here, thinking hard about the one about the nomad trying to find his way to Gilead, through any amount of sleepless nights and any number of fallen eyelashes. Let me be here, talking about the man waiting for the woman with an uncann

Sanjana Kumar

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I remember seeing it last evening too. Safe. Peeking (too metaphorical, love?) from your shirt pocket. Useless to you. Apparently. Scribbles turning to doodles, ultimately. //caption// No, it wasn't sudden, it wasn't jolting to me. You left. Or rather, you walked away (to put it in "polite terms"). Like the mellow last rays of the autumn sun, when it is almost evening, when it is almost too late. Too early for winter, though. Evenings such, call for an interesting brew of tea. They always have. Much like, when we experimented with all those spices we housed, for the sake of fresh beginnings.

I remember seeing it last evening too. Safe. Peeking (too metaphorical, love?) from your shirt pocket. Useless to you. Apparently. Scribbles turning to doodles, ultimately. //caption// No, it wasn't sudden, it wasn't jolting to me. You left. Or rather, you walked away (to put it in "polite terms"). Like the mellow last rays of the autumn sun, when it is almost evening, when it is almost too late. Too early for winter, though. Evenings such, call for an interesting brew of tea. They always have. Much like, when we experimented with all those spices we housed, for the sake of fresh beginnings.

Adarsh Kumar Patel

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Your one sight looks like the flower, The fragrance of which persists for days... Doesn't matter how's weather.... Whenever u see ur crush... U feel a different environment Come and #collabwithmsdandyan #ermsdandyanquotes #yqbaba #ermsdcollabs #apmchallenge #yqdidi #airplanepoetrymovement Airplane Poetry Movement YourQuote Baba YourQuote Didi YourQuote Kavi #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Er M S Dandyan

Your one sight looks like the flower, The fragrance of which persists for days... Doesn't matter how's weather.... Whenever u see ur crush... U feel a different environment Come and #collabwithmsdandyan #ermsdandyanquotes #yqbaba #ermsdcollabs #apmchallenge #yqdidi #airplanepoetrymovement Airplane Poetry Movement YourQuote Baba YourQuote Didi YourQuote Kavi #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Er M S Dandyan