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Brought up in a house with disciplinarian beliefs, With siblings to indulge in silly mischiefs. I was the middle child and a yo-yo to others. Some were too young and the older were brothers. Born in a Muslim family with cultures pretty sound, I knew urdu but english was my favorite ground. A humble life with strong religious flavour I had friends of all faiths but celebrated diwali with fervour. An indian to the core with deep culture ethos Not influenced by the west and no ethereal dross. #nomadicminds Culture poem #yqsayyed #nmwritingmarathon #nmchallenge4 #nmcouplet

Brought up in a house with disciplinarian beliefs, With siblings to indulge in silly mischiefs. I was the middle child and a yo-yo to others. Some were too young and the older were brothers. Born in a Muslim family with cultures pretty sound, I knew urdu but english was my favorite ground. A humble life with strong religious flavour I had friends of all faiths but celebrated diwali with fervour. An indian to the core with deep culture ethos Not influenced by the west and no ethereal dross. #nomadicminds Culture poem #yqsayyed #nmwritingmarathon #nmchallenge4 #nmcouplet

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The kids weren't bored of me before this lockdown, The wife didn't lose her tranquility before this lockdown. Life was bliss before a virus interrupted our lives, Seldom we would meet amiably before this lockdown. I have to do the dishes and also share work load, Scrubbing ain't my cup of tea before this lockdown. Half of the 24 hours i would spend at work, Internet at work was free before this lockdown. Why do people compliment me for staying at home. Doubling my sorrows and Misery before this lockdown. #nmhumorouspoem #nomadicminds #nmwritingmarathon #nmbacktochildhood #yqababa

The kids weren't bored of me before this lockdown, The wife didn't lose her tranquility before this lockdown. Life was bliss before a virus interrupted our lives, Seldom we would meet amiably before this lockdown. I have to do the dishes and also share work load, Scrubbing ain't my cup of tea before this lockdown. Half of the 24 hours i would spend at work, Internet at work was free before this lockdown. Why do people compliment me for staying at home. Doubling my sorrows and Misery before this lockdown. #nmhumorouspoem #nomadicminds #nmwritingmarathon #nmbacktochildhood #yqababa

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Its vicious agenda to spread hate and lies Generating animosity and a lot of despise. The once called powerful tool of the nation. Gone in the hands of wolves in human guise. Creating havoc and panic amongst the countrymen, This, their only means and tools to communize. Vilification and Negative portrayal of a community, Shamelessly projecting them as traitors and spies. Maliciously hiding away the real picture of some, They resort to evil for trps and prize. Thriving and continuing to cover up the facts, The once powerful medium has led to its demise. Losing face in portrayal of the truth, Promoting false hood and being unwise. Tv channels have made a kill for the money, Evoking shuddering responses to further jeopardize. Owing two or three fair players in the field The less said the better, for the sane and wise. Electronic media and its ill effects. Its vicious agenda to spread hate and lies Generating animosity and a lot of despise The once called powerful tool of the nation Gone in the hands of wolves in human guise. creating havoc and panic amongst the countrymen, This, their only means and tools to communize. Vilification and Negative portrayal of a community,

Its vicious agenda to spread hate and lies Generating animosity and a lot of despise. The once called powerful tool of the nation. Gone in the hands of wolves in human guise. Creating havoc and panic amongst the countrymen, This, their only means and tools to communize. Vilification and Negative portrayal of a community, Shamelessly projecting them as traitors and spies. Maliciously hiding away the real picture of some, They resort to evil for trps and prize. Thriving and continuing to cover up the facts, The once powerful medium has led to its demise. Losing face in portrayal of the truth, Promoting false hood and being unwise. Tv channels have made a kill for the money, Evoking shuddering responses to further jeopardize. Owing two or three fair players in the field The less said the better, for the sane and wise. Electronic media and its ill effects. Its vicious agenda to spread hate and lies Generating animosity and a lot of despise The once called powerful tool of the nation Gone in the hands of wolves in human guise. creating havoc and panic amongst the countrymen, This, their only means and tools to communize. Vilification and Negative portrayal of a community,

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The Forgotten Dog. The Forgotten Dog. Sitting quietly beneath the lamppost was Jugnu. A street dog waiting for passerbys, some of them who were familiar with his droopy eyes and an ever wagging tail. They had always been nice to him and offered him biscuits or just plainly patted him on his head.. Even Raju the ragpicker was not to be seen for quite a few days. His reliable partner and buddy. He would leave early but never failed to return at their favorite haunt after selling off whatever he had collected. R

The Forgotten Dog. The Forgotten Dog. Sitting quietly beneath the lamppost was Jugnu. A street dog waiting for passerbys, some of them who were familiar with his droopy eyes and an ever wagging tail. They had always been nice to him and offered him biscuits or just plainly patted him on his head.. Even Raju the ragpicker was not to be seen for quite a few days. His reliable partner and buddy. He would leave early but never failed to return at their favorite haunt after selling off whatever he had collected. R

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My Incredible Land... The first smile of baby in mother's lap, such is my land on the world's map. Like the first stroke of brush on the canvas, it adds beauty on the architecture's census. // Caption // My Incredible Land... The first smile of baby in mother's lap, such is my land on the world's map. Like the first stroke of brush on the canvas, it adds beauty on the architecture's census.

My Incredible Land... The first smile of baby in mother's lap, such is my land on the world's map. Like the first stroke of brush on the canvas, it adds beauty on the architecture's census. // Caption // My Incredible Land... The first smile of baby in mother's lap, such is my land on the world's map. Like the first stroke of brush on the canvas, it adds beauty on the architecture's census.

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I would like to be... // Caption // I would like to be... I would like to be a butterfly, I will fly very high I'll sit on every flower Taking away the nectar

I would like to be... // Caption // I would like to be... I would like to be a butterfly, I will fly very high I'll sit on every flower Taking away the nectar

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I'm an independent indian, ain't I? Even then it's them who decide, why? // Caption // I'm an independent indian, ain't I? Even then it's them who decide, why? They call me unmannered & pampered, if I wish to keep my father's word. They want me to be their puppet & wish me to remain trapped in their pit.

I'm an independent indian, ain't I? Even then it's them who decide, why? // Caption // I'm an independent indian, ain't I? Even then it's them who decide, why? They call me unmannered & pampered, if I wish to keep my father's word. They want me to be their puppet & wish me to remain trapped in their pit.

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// The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze... // Caption // // The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze.

// The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze... // Caption // // The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze.

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*Just you and me...* Sky asked the owl- Why do you like the night so much when all have a hauntering feeling for it? - Night my love,my soul it is! - Oh! No it's too dark and dirty, Sky replied - No it's pretty just as a shiny charming lady... - Don't you scare of the uncomprehensible nature that it presents? - Surely not... Rather I feel a strong essence of mystery hidden in its heart where I hover through in search of the ultimate beauty... - But oh the killing silence! - It makes within me a strong me- leading me to a deeper me... - Night makes me look too ugly... - Don't be so haughty dear, As you shelter night- night do decorate on you those white spots of beauty perfectly... Oh my night- be the ink for me to compose a story on you and me- just you and me... LOVE SHINES EVERYWHERE, EVEN IN EVERY DARKEST CORNER ... Owl here is the protagonist, lover of the night... #nyctophile #TheDreamDoodler *Just you and me...* Sky asked the owl- "Why do you like the night so much when all have a hauntering feeling for it?"

*Just you and me...* Sky asked the owl- Why do you like the night so much when all have a hauntering feeling for it? - Night my love,my soul it is! - Oh! No it's too dark and dirty, Sky replied - No it's pretty just as a shiny charming lady... - Don't you scare of the uncomprehensible nature that it presents? - Surely not... Rather I feel a strong essence of mystery hidden in its heart where I hover through in search of the ultimate beauty... - But oh the killing silence! - It makes within me a strong me- leading me to a deeper me... - Night makes me look too ugly... - Don't be so haughty dear, As you shelter night- night do decorate on you those white spots of beauty perfectly... Oh my night- be the ink for me to compose a story on you and me- just you and me... LOVE SHINES EVERYWHERE, EVEN IN EVERY DARKEST CORNER ... Owl here is the protagonist, lover of the night... #nyctophile #TheDreamDoodler *Just you and me...* Sky asked the owl- "Why do you like the night so much when all have a hauntering feeling for it?"