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Cerebral Derange

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RONDEL POETIC FORM -------------------------------------- Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Tiny not bigger I had hands waiting like Vultures over me Displayed to the world who I am Lost poetry and words inside Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Let be Nameless and puzzled me Can't reveal me my being wouldn't Like ATTICUS like my life would Be and hidden.like this leave me Poetry Wander over me RONDEL POETIC FORM Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line

RONDEL POETIC FORM -------------------------------------- Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Tiny not bigger I had hands waiting like Vultures over me Displayed to the world who I am Lost poetry and words inside Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Let be Nameless and puzzled me Can't reveal me my being wouldn't Like ATTICUS like my life would Be and hidden.like this leave me Poetry Wander over me RONDEL POETIC FORM Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line

Cerebral Derange

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RONDEL POETIC FORM -------------------------------------- Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Tiny not bigger I had hands waiting like Vultures over me Displayed to the world who I am Lost poetry and words inside Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Let be Nameless and puzzled me Can't reveal me my being wouldn't Like ATTICUS like my life would Be and hidden.like this leave me Poetry Wander over me RONDEL POETIC FORM Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line

RONDEL POETIC FORM -------------------------------------- Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Tiny not bigger I had hands waiting like Vultures over me Displayed to the world who I am Lost poetry and words inside Poetry Wander over me Could not seize,seems near far like clouds Let be Nameless and puzzled me Can't reveal me my being wouldn't Like ATTICUS like my life would Be and hidden.like this leave me Poetry Wander over me RONDEL POETIC FORM Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line

Soulmate (Yuhee)

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कहाँ से करुँ मैं शुरू अपनी यह कहानी यादें हैं कुछ ताज़ा अपने ही बचपन की गुङिया से बातें करना मन में हँसना और मुसकराते रहना स्कूल जाने की उम्र हुई तो दुनिया फिर बदल गई पढाई से जादा खेल खेला खूब दोस्त बनाई मैं साइकिल सीखने की कोशिश में न जाने कितनी चोट लगी दोपहर की तपती धूप में खूब दौड़ लगाई मैं माँ को बहुत परेशान किया खुद की नादानी से घूमते फिरने के जूनून में मौका पाते निकल पड़े जवानी में दिवानी हुई खुद से नयी पहचान मिली शर्माना इतराना आ गया सजना सवरना का शौक बढ़ा थोड़ी उम्र बढ़ी मेरी जिंदगी का बोझ लिया कुछ बनने की चाहत जगी महनत करने की ढानी मैं कोशिश की है मन से मैंने जिंदगी आसान नहीं लेकिन हार नहीं है मैंने मानी मेरी भी इक पहचान है। मेरी पहचान 1st Challenge of #poetictoc #atconfessionalpoem #astheticthoughts #poetictoc #worldpoetryday #confessionalpoem ( I had posted it on 19th itself , reposting it for you aesthetic thoughts)

कहाँ से करुँ मैं शुरू अपनी यह कहानी यादें हैं कुछ ताज़ा अपने ही बचपन की गुङिया से बातें करना मन में हँसना और मुसकराते रहना स्कूल जाने की उम्र हुई तो दुनिया फिर बदल गई पढाई से जादा खेल खेला खूब दोस्त बनाई मैं साइकिल सीखने की कोशिश में न जाने कितनी चोट लगी दोपहर की तपती धूप में खूब दौड़ लगाई मैं माँ को बहुत परेशान किया खुद की नादानी से घूमते फिरने के जूनून में मौका पाते निकल पड़े जवानी में दिवानी हुई खुद से नयी पहचान मिली शर्माना इतराना आ गया सजना सवरना का शौक बढ़ा थोड़ी उम्र बढ़ी मेरी जिंदगी का बोझ लिया कुछ बनने की चाहत जगी महनत करने की ढानी मैं कोशिश की है मन से मैंने जिंदगी आसान नहीं लेकिन हार नहीं है मैंने मानी मेरी भी इक पहचान है। मेरी पहचान 1st Challenge of #poetictoc #atconfessionalpoem #astheticthoughts #poetictoc #worldpoetryday #confessionalpoem ( I had posted it on 19th itself , reposting it for you aesthetic thoughts)

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// My Existence// I was what I'm not I am not what I will be... I hope that some day I'll surely be able to say this... ( In caption) // My Existence// I was what I'm not I am not what I will be... I hope that some day, I'll surely be able to say this Because in present, I have faded into my lighter self,

// My Existence// I was what I'm not I am not what I will be... I hope that some day I'll surely be able to say this... ( In caption) // My Existence// I was what I'm not I am not what I will be... I hope that some day, I'll surely be able to say this Because in present, I have faded into my lighter self,

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जन्म से नित ममता की छाया, पितृ वात्सल्य से पूर्ण माया, रस, मोह, गंध, रूप स्वाद का सब सुख आनंद मैंने है पाया... पर कुछ अटका रहता मन में, निज चेतन छूटा हो जैसे... प्रश्न उथल पुथल करते थे, निज अस्तित्व खोजा करते थे अब मैं बेल गृहस्थ वैरागी, शिवमय शाखा पर लिपटी रहती मन अन्तस में रमने वाली, शून्य मौन में ही निधिध्यासित... समझ रही हूं महा मौन को मैं आशा अस्तित्व विहीन हो... #aestheticthoughts #poetictoc #worldpoetryday #confessionalpoem #ATconfessionalpoem #yqdidi

जन्म से नित ममता की छाया, पितृ वात्सल्य से पूर्ण माया, रस, मोह, गंध, रूप स्वाद का सब सुख आनंद मैंने है पाया... पर कुछ अटका रहता मन में, निज चेतन छूटा हो जैसे... प्रश्न उथल पुथल करते थे, निज अस्तित्व खोजा करते थे अब मैं बेल गृहस्थ वैरागी, शिवमय शाखा पर लिपटी रहती मन अन्तस में रमने वाली, शून्य मौन में ही निधिध्यासित... समझ रही हूं महा मौन को मैं आशा अस्तित्व विहीन हो... #aestheticthoughts #poetictoc #worldpoetryday #confessionalpoem #ATconfessionalpoem #yqdidi

Muralidharan P

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I am looking at the mirror To confess an error I rewind the past to see myself as a child with cheer Insects I burnt alive At darkness with candle flames House flies dissected with fingers Where caught from my wounds when I fell from the compound wall On climbing to pluck lemons and cluster apples at houses far Confessions I swear will never clear the stains ever Toothless confessions to be Buried with words to empty The sorrows and wash emotions To purify the heart. OPEN FOR COLLAB 😁 #AThorrorbg • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! 💚 Collab on this unique bg with your creative thoughts. 😁 • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.

I am looking at the mirror To confess an error I rewind the past to see myself as a child with cheer Insects I burnt alive At darkness with candle flames House flies dissected with fingers Where caught from my wounds when I fell from the compound wall On climbing to pluck lemons and cluster apples at houses far Confessions I swear will never clear the stains ever Toothless confessions to be Buried with words to empty The sorrows and wash emotions To purify the heart. OPEN FOR COLLAB 😁 #AThorrorbg • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! 💚 Collab on this unique bg with your creative thoughts. 😁 • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.

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Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies fascinated thy soul and beauty of life lying in essence of differential oblivion and haze and graffiti of artist. Deaths and breaths accompany each other just as growing and achieving search their sky and yearning for life increases with every fragile heartbreaks. Handling and composing while singing and making merry by hiding fragments of sorrow and dying illusions made me a broken yet beauty. Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies

Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies fascinated thy soul and beauty of life lying in essence of differential oblivion and haze and graffiti of artist. Deaths and breaths accompany each other just as growing and achieving search their sky and yearning for life increases with every fragile heartbreaks. Handling and composing while singing and making merry by hiding fragments of sorrow and dying illusions made me a broken yet beauty. Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies