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°°The Cornerstone°° The world has no corners, you said, and now you tell me to believe that love has corners? As for me, love is the world and the world is love... // noun // The foundation of something Sometimes, the foundation of everything isn't the first step taken in that direction but it's the early step taken in that direction. 🌻❤️ #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory #restzone #eternal_lives #dawn_of_divine

°°The Cornerstone°° The world has no corners, you said, and now you tell me to believe that love has corners? As for me, love is the world and the world is love... // noun // The foundation of something Sometimes, the foundation of everything isn't the first step taken in that direction but it's the early step taken in that direction. 🌻❤️ #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory #restzone #eternal_lives #dawn_of_divine

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And if these stars were never meant to fall down in my palms, what's the use of them hanging up there forever? I asked. So, that you may one day wish to catch us yourself, the stars replied. #foreverrapidfire #paidstory #eternal_lives #dawn_of_divine #quotestitchers #qsstitchonpic413 Pic Credit : Quote Stitchers 💜

And if these stars were never meant to fall down in my palms, what's the use of them hanging up there forever? I asked. So, that you may one day wish to catch us yourself, the stars replied. #foreverrapidfire #paidstory #eternal_lives #dawn_of_divine #quotestitchers #qsstitchonpic413 Pic Credit : Quote Stitchers 💜

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Both velvet and cotton are fabrics, I heard. But I see the former being buried in mosques and the latter, being burnt in temples. Religion difference. #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

Both velvet and cotton are fabrics, I heard. But I see the former being buried in mosques and the latter, being burnt in temples. Religion difference. #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

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I feel the hills of my dreams being turned into powder. I never really miss them. For it was me, myself who missed making them. Sometimes, those emerald phases let the dust settle on themselves. I try to blow off the dust. But, it makes its home in my palms. Somewhere, those dark alleys let me enter. While other times, I'm not even allowed to touch the cobblestones lying there. Those memories, stay memorised. OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATwhenitouchmemories • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ♥️ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts

I feel the hills of my dreams being turned into powder. I never really miss them. For it was me, myself who missed making them. Sometimes, those emerald phases let the dust settle on themselves. I try to blow off the dust. But, it makes its home in my palms. Somewhere, those dark alleys let me enter. While other times, I'm not even allowed to touch the cobblestones lying there. Those memories, stay memorised. OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATwhenitouchmemories • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ♥️ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts

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I have a story of how a waterfall didn't flow through me but made me flow through it, without letting me fall. I have a poem of how a graveyard turned to euphoria of countless, including me. Except that its graves were mistaken for graces. I have a play of how the characters died while never praying to live. And how the end always lived faraway from prayers. I have a book of how a home was built by no soil and rock but with a mere spade. A spade that had a shade of a homeless hope. I have something to say about your stay.... #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

I have a story of how a waterfall didn't flow through me but made me flow through it, without letting me fall. I have a poem of how a graveyard turned to euphoria of countless, including me. Except that its graves were mistaken for graces. I have a play of how the characters died while never praying to live. And how the end always lived faraway from prayers. I have a book of how a home was built by no soil and rock but with a mere spade. A spade that had a shade of a homeless hope. I have something to say about your stay.... #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

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There are words. There are games. There are gales in worlds and worlds in gales. There are scars in moonlight and stars in streetlight. It's all in our hearts and that's where it hurts. And, that's what you call a play of words or a prey of worlds. There is everything in your anything 💙 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

There are words. There are games. There are gales in worlds and worlds in gales. There are scars in moonlight and stars in streetlight. It's all in our hearts and that's where it hurts. And, that's what you call a play of words or a prey of worlds. There is everything in your anything 💙 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory

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Black is the colour of the divinity of one's words, which seems as if it is meant to crumble down and be discarded but in reality, it is meant to grip the utmost reaches and de-scar itself. May be such a word never existed. But, it did and does in my dictionary, in my life. Black is divine. So are you 🖤 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #blackisthecolor #paidstory

Black is the colour of the divinity of one's words, which seems as if it is meant to crumble down and be discarded but in reality, it is meant to grip the utmost reaches and de-scar itself. May be such a word never existed. But, it did and does in my dictionary, in my life. Black is divine. So are you 🖤 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #blackisthecolor #paidstory

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The iron-grill gate screeches & sings in the end, while the rust surpasses the maladies' kings in the end. As the line reaches its end, it's called a line segment, even the nights conclude with mornings in the end. Ends are said to be leading to only nothingness but they are the reason for butterfly's wings in the end. These ends are beyond forevers and nevers, for what don't culminate are longings in the end. Tears are a characteristic of end's arrival, but ends are required for new beginnings in the end. Oh Scarlet! If only you wouldn't have misunderstood them, these endings would free you from all strings in the end. The ends were never supposed to end in the end 🖤 #fifth_verse #eternal_lives #ghazal #paidstory

The iron-grill gate screeches & sings in the end, while the rust surpasses the maladies' kings in the end. As the line reaches its end, it's called a line segment, even the nights conclude with mornings in the end. Ends are said to be leading to only nothingness but they are the reason for butterfly's wings in the end. These ends are beyond forevers and nevers, for what don't culminate are longings in the end. Tears are a characteristic of end's arrival, but ends are required for new beginnings in the end. Oh Scarlet! If only you wouldn't have misunderstood them, these endings would free you from all strings in the end. The ends were never supposed to end in the end 🖤 #fifth_verse #eternal_lives #ghazal #paidstory

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°° Goodbye to you °° With briar roses & white lillies, I say goodbye but masked faces & wet eyes hide this goodbye. As a vagrant's caravan, so beautifully temporary a house is not owned by my forlorn goodbye.

°° Goodbye to you °° With briar roses & white lillies, I say goodbye but masked faces & wet eyes hide this goodbye. As a vagrant's caravan, so beautifully temporary a house is not owned by my forlorn goodbye.

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Alone. I don't have a familiar feeling when pronouncing this word. This word lies somewhere between the pages of history. Why? As I pronounce it, the 'all one' essence of unity flashes over my cheek. And, speaking of unity, only the erstwhile India's map appears before me. The same country that was as one as the skin & tendons, screaming slogans of 'all one'. Alas! The one soil had now been seceded into two and now that's what we can call 'alone'. The alone that was derived from the manuscripts of past's alphabets. Alone that was lost 🖤 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory #alonepoem

Alone. I don't have a familiar feeling when pronouncing this word. This word lies somewhere between the pages of history. Why? As I pronounce it, the 'all one' essence of unity flashes over my cheek. And, speaking of unity, only the erstwhile India's map appears before me. The same country that was as one as the skin & tendons, screaming slogans of 'all one'. Alas! The one soil had now been seceded into two and now that's what we can call 'alone'. The alone that was derived from the manuscripts of past's alphabets. Alone that was lost 🖤 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory #alonepoem