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Amit Jotwani

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I am breathless & parched like a jaundiced leaf, bulging veins of discontent crying out for release from this stubborn plaque of toxic memories. #JaundicedLeaf #breathless #parched #ToxicMemories #release #yqbaba

I am breathless & parched like a jaundiced leaf, bulging veins of discontent crying out for release from this stubborn plaque of toxic memories. #JaundicedLeaf #breathless #parched #ToxicMemories #release #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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The maximum city got washed out by the maverick monsoon. I am waiting, perennially parched for our internal monsoon to show the same fervour. #monsoon #parched #fervour #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

The maximum city got washed out by the maverick monsoon. I am waiting, perennially parched for our internal monsoon to show the same fervour. #monsoon #parched #fervour #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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The pollen of your love, liberally dispersed over my parched pneuma, fertilises our union, propelled by the igniting wind. #pollen #love #disperse #parched #pneuma #ignite #wind #propel#fertilise #union #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

The pollen of your love, liberally dispersed over my parched pneuma, fertilises our union, propelled by the igniting wind. #pollen #love #disperse #parched #pneuma #ignite #wind #propel#fertilise #union #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Post monsoon patina of serene green, once upon the parched yellow of a ruthless summer. Changing seasons are the metaphor for our corrugated lives, pellucid waters reflecting clean, antiseptic skies giving way suddenly to virulent clouds, once a safe speck in the distant horizon. #monsoon #patina #serene #green #parched #yellow #change #season #metaphor #corrugated #Antiseptic#virulent #clouds #horizon #distant #speck #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Post monsoon patina of serene green, once upon the parched yellow of a ruthless summer. Changing seasons are the metaphor for our corrugated lives, pellucid waters reflecting clean, antiseptic skies giving way suddenly to virulent clouds, once a safe speck in the distant horizon. #monsoon #patina #serene #green #parched #yellow #change #season #metaphor #corrugated #Antiseptic#virulent #clouds #horizon #distant #speck #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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On bended knees I lean, grateful in philtre heaven ; to slurp the nectarean spill, from your moist essence. I climb the surfer's waves, to be eagerly drenched, in your imploding cloudburst; parched slave to my wanton. #philtre #heaven #NectareanSpill #drench #cloudburst #implode #wanton #parched #slave #wave #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

On bended knees I lean, grateful in philtre heaven ; to slurp the nectarean spill, from your moist essence. I climb the surfer's waves, to be eagerly drenched, in your imploding cloudburst; parched slave to my wanton. #philtre #heaven #NectareanSpill #drench #cloudburst #implode #wanton #parched #slave #wave #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Parched spirits in hot, humid hell, fragile dried leaves on shriveled trees, weary desert travellers squinting, against a relentless sun, longing for that promised oasis, all remind me of unrequited love, remind me of you. #parched #humidhell #fragile #weary #oasis #relentless #UnrequitedLove #you #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Parched spirits in hot, humid hell, fragile dried leaves on shriveled trees, weary desert travellers squinting, against a relentless sun, longing for that promised oasis, all remind me of unrequited love, remind me of you. #parched #humidhell #fragile #weary #oasis #relentless #UnrequitedLove #you #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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The quivering leaf, on a parched deathbed; looks to the monsoon clouds, with a seraphical smile, like a yearning pneuma, craving for a lover's touch, to satiate its spreadeagled veins. #leaf #parched #deathbed #monsoon #smile #pneuma #veins #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

The quivering leaf, on a parched deathbed; looks to the monsoon clouds, with a seraphical smile, like a yearning pneuma, craving for a lover's touch, to satiate its spreadeagled veins. #leaf #parched #deathbed #monsoon #smile #pneuma #veins #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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You quenched my thirst, with your fluid verse; your absence the cause of my parched throat. #quench #thirst #absence #parched #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

You quenched my thirst, with your fluid verse; your absence the cause of my parched throat. #quench #thirst #absence #parched #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Moist winds make love to keen shrouds of condensed vapour, impregnating the air with seeds of luscious petrichor, precipitation welcomed by grateful soil, gifting succour to parched leaves, birthing soft moans from salivating trees. #moist #petrichor #parched #succour #love #wind #seed #yqbaba

Moist winds make love to keen shrouds of condensed vapour, impregnating the air with seeds of luscious petrichor, precipitation welcomed by grateful soil, gifting succour to parched leaves, birthing soft moans from salivating trees. #moist #petrichor #parched #succour #love #wind #seed #yqbaba

Venkatesh Agarwal

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Days , years and centuries have passed i am yet to see a glance of lush green grass. i stare at the skies with wide open eyes. will my prayers ever be answered for how long am i supposed to wonder ? there are places where it rains every second day those soiled , muddy grounds hate the ever so flowing hate the intermittent uncalled for -"spray's" Yet i lay bare helpless in my stares waiting for my turn to come endlessly expecting it to begin maybe there is a lesson i hope there is a plan for this hardship to end one day blooming my forsaken earth stopping me from being "parched" #NojotoQuote Parched #nojoto #poem #writer #writersofig #parched #life #seasons

Days , years and centuries have passed i am yet to see a glance of lush green grass. i stare at the skies with wide open eyes. will my prayers ever be answered for how long am i supposed to wonder ? there are places where it rains every second day those soiled , muddy grounds hate the ever so flowing hate the intermittent uncalled for -"spray's" Yet i lay bare helpless in my stares waiting for my turn to come endlessly expecting it to begin maybe there is a lesson i hope there is a plan for this hardship to end one day blooming my forsaken earth stopping me from being "parched" #NojotoQuote Parched #nojoto #poem #writer #writersofig #parched #life #seasons