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There's nothing that a cup of tea cannot solve!! //Dil ka ek tukda is kavita mai kaid hai// चाय की आदत या फ़िर आदत की चाय यह सवाल अक्सर मुझे गहरे चिंतन करने पर मजबूर कर देता पर क्या करें सवालों के शहर में बेवफ़ाई ज्यादा मशहूर हैं और फिर टूटे हुए दिल तो मरहम के मोहताज इतने जल्दी कहा होते है लेकिन दिल ना जाने क्यों बस खिड़की से आती कभी हल्की धूप तो कभी छांव तो कभी सौंधी सी मिट्टी की खुशबू तो कभी जायके की महक तो कभी पुराने गीत तो कभी दबी हुई खुशियों के तूफ़ान की आवाज़ पर ही अटक सा जाता है

There's nothing that a cup of tea cannot solve!! //Dil ka ek tukda is kavita mai kaid hai// चाय की आदत या फ़िर आदत की चाय यह सवाल अक्सर मुझे गहरे चिंतन करने पर मजबूर कर देता पर क्या करें सवालों के शहर में बेवफ़ाई ज्यादा मशहूर हैं और फिर टूटे हुए दिल तो मरहम के मोहताज इतने जल्दी कहा होते है लेकिन दिल ना जाने क्यों बस खिड़की से आती कभी हल्की धूप तो कभी छांव तो कभी सौंधी सी मिट्टी की खुशबू तो कभी जायके की महक तो कभी पुराने गीत तो कभी दबी हुई खुशियों के तूफ़ान की आवाज़ पर ही अटक सा जाता है

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I have hopes, vulnerable ones I make songs out of it and lose them as strangers. there's abode of memories I couldn't build but there's ocean of love that could never confine tributaries, endless ones. I know there's dying pain and loving grief but I wish to hold crevices of acceptance. बरबादियों का शोक मनाना फिजूल था।🤍 How are you all doing?? Thank you for the pokes🥺🧿 #atirandom #whocares #k_muse

I have hopes, vulnerable ones I make songs out of it and lose them as strangers. there's abode of memories I couldn't build but there's ocean of love that could never confine tributaries, endless ones. I know there's dying pain and loving grief but I wish to hold crevices of acceptance. बरबादियों का शोक मनाना फिजूल था।🤍 How are you all doing?? Thank you for the pokes🥺🧿 #atirandom #whocares #k_muse

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// How love changes seasons // Watching another day of my life sinking, I was reminded of the cafe we used to meet to sip coffee and stories seeking each other in lost trails. Listening to our favourite song "tumse milna, baatein karna, bada acha lagta hai." You never let me pay the bills telling me that the owner is my friend and I never bothered to go and ask him neither I felt that there's a need to do so. But something that keeps me going even after I lost you as a living truth is that you died serving for the cafe and

// How love changes seasons // Watching another day of my life sinking, I was reminded of the cafe we used to meet to sip coffee and stories seeking each other in lost trails. Listening to our favourite song "tumse milna, baatein karna, bada acha lagta hai." You never let me pay the bills telling me that the owner is my friend and I never bothered to go and ask him neither I felt that there's a need to do so. But something that keeps me going even after I lost you as a living truth is that you died serving for the cafe and

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Bougainville And Lifee!! I have a Bougainville growing in my backyard I brought in October last year. It's autumn already and everyday in this territory. I see it falling and shedding it's flowers and resting in lap of earth. You see, a vicious cycle of returning back to one's roots. Some flowers are being plucked by passerby, as there's some fragrance left behind but no traces. Same is with life and humans breathing here. My mother insists me to go and pick freshly brewed flowers for pooja and I wonder no matter how

Bougainville And Lifee!! I have a Bougainville growing in my backyard I brought in October last year. It's autumn already and everyday in this territory. I see it falling and shedding it's flowers and resting in lap of earth. You see, a vicious cycle of returning back to one's roots. Some flowers are being plucked by passerby, as there's some fragrance left behind but no traces. Same is with life and humans breathing here. My mother insists me to go and pick freshly brewed flowers for pooja and I wonder no matter how

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My sister brought a colour box yesterday and was asking me what's the use of this white colour?? I think of throwing this. I paused and told her even I thought the same in childhood. But as you grow up you realise you only have this white colour as your choice, opinion and sometimes a weapon too. "You may not make a difference but just be." #randomscribbles #k_muse

My sister brought a colour box yesterday and was asking me what's the use of this white colour?? I think of throwing this. I paused and told her even I thought the same in childhood. But as you grow up you realise you only have this white colour as your choice, opinion and sometimes a weapon too. "You may not make a difference but just be." #randomscribbles #k_muse

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Knitting the life I can choose Reading same script with different characters Assuring that it's a series of songs, kept Tilting the scented candles to burn Inking for spring that never happened Seeking for what can be my tinted mirror Having nothing but a wild heart to explore Aligning the verses with illusions. In today's #rapidfire, write an #acrosticpoem with your name. #namepoem Here's my name poem: Y ourQuote Baba is my name, Q uote monitoring my game, B efore you get puzzled A nd reject me as trouble

Knitting the life I can choose Reading same script with different characters Assuring that it's a series of songs, kept Tilting the scented candles to burn Inking for spring that never happened Seeking for what can be my tinted mirror Having nothing but a wild heart to explore Aligning the verses with illusions. In today's #rapidfire, write an #acrosticpoem with your name. #namepoem Here's my name poem: Y ourQuote Baba is my name, Q uote monitoring my game, B efore you get puzzled A nd reject me as trouble

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"Why are you trying so hard?" "I chose life yesterday and today it has split colours for me to embrace so that tomorrow I let myself breathe amidst all the scarred parts." If you are reading this, please take a moment to acknowledge all that you have, now!! Thank yourself and people around you!! It takes nothing but leaves everything!!🖤 #randomscribbles #k_muse

"Why are you trying so hard?" "I chose life yesterday and today it has split colours for me to embrace so that tomorrow I let myself breathe amidst all the scarred parts." If you are reading this, please take a moment to acknowledge all that you have, now!! Thank yourself and people around you!! It takes nothing but leaves everything!!🖤 #randomscribbles #k_muse

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There's pain and then there's labyrinth of eternity. / Captioned / a part of me yearns for destruction and eruption I forgot twitching to my skin and when I touched it from distant it laid there as fossil decayed more until I again visit. I rip apart maps leading to my soul

There's pain and then there's labyrinth of eternity. / Captioned / a part of me yearns for destruction and eruption I forgot twitching to my skin and when I touched it from distant it laid there as fossil decayed more until I again visit. I rip apart maps leading to my soul

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"Do you still love me??" "Do you still write poems on life and tunes it play??" "Yes, that's my way to feel. But why you wish to know??" "So, how can I forget the strings of love you connected. It's just that now it won't play the same tune the same way." This is last post for here!! Hope anybody who stops by my profile just remembers their kindness and prolific smile!! World is big and I am grateful knowing as well as reading many great writers over here!! Have many learnings and one is if not this platform, because you as a writer has something so exclusive but even if you aren't recognised or read here keep writing for yourself because your talent is beyond anything!! And no matter how many likes, comments and highlights are there, you got yo

"Do you still love me??" "Do you still write poems on life and tunes it play??" "Yes, that's my way to feel. But why you wish to know??" "So, how can I forget the strings of love you connected. It's just that now it won't play the same tune the same way." This is last post for here!! Hope anybody who stops by my profile just remembers their kindness and prolific smile!! World is big and I am grateful knowing as well as reading many great writers over here!! Have many learnings and one is if not this platform, because you as a writer has something so exclusive but even if you aren't recognised or read here keep writing for yourself because your talent is beyond anything!! And no matter how many likes, comments and highlights are there, you got yo

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I heard purple moon striking strings of unheard poems. I just turned numb. Participate in this #rapidfire and write a #4324poem #k_muse My favourite entries posted before 10 pm IST will be highlighted tomorrow. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

I heard purple moon striking strings of unheard poems. I just turned numb. Participate in this #rapidfire and write a #4324poem #k_muse My favourite entries posted before 10 pm IST will be highlighted tomorrow. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba