If your freedom is coupled with isolation, then it is not freedom but an escape. #moonlight If your freedom is coupled with isolation, then it is not freedom but an escape.

#moonlight If your freedom is coupled with isolation, then it is not freedom but an escape.

If your freedom is coupled with isolation, then it is not freedom but an escape. #moonlight

If your freedom is coupled with isolation, then it is not freedom but an escape.

Sai Manohar

A procrastinator is someone with the cat's mind in a dog's body. #smimano Reflections coupled with pet diaries. With The Obscure Obvious 💖 #humour #pets #dogsofyq #catsofyq #life #observation

#smimano Reflections coupled with pet diaries. With The Obscure Obvious 💖 #Humour #pets #DogsOfYQ #CatsofYQ life #observation

A procrastinator is someone
with the cat's mind in a dog's body. #smimano

Reflections coupled with pet diaries.

With The Obscure Obvious 💖

#humour #pets #dogsofyq #catsofyq #life #observation

Devansh Desai

"Stop it," she ordered me. "Come again?" "I said stop it. Stop..." she snatched my phone and closed all the tabs; she loved doing that all time. "Hey, no fair! I never stop you from ogling over Durjoy's pictures! Besides, she's cute, and you know that." I wish I hadn't said that. She got up on her feet, threw my phone back at me and shot her best defense, "At least he looks good! Look at your Savi! That swollen nose, that round face and those bewitching eyes!" I wasn't backing off now. "Yeah, right. Just be glad his writing has improved, else--" "Else, what!" Her fierceness made me retreat. "Else...nothing. What could I possibly do?" "That's right!!" And she exited the café. The waiter arrived with our sandwiches and Mountain Dews just then. "Don't worry, sir. Even I think Savi's cute, even if her books aren't that good," he said, winking. I nodded with relief, "Thank you!" ...and I got back to surfing through her pictures after he left. "Don't mind Richa, she's just jealous," I said to her images, like an online creep. An old #heshe #microtale I found in my Facebook Archives; of course, loosely inspired by true opinions. 😅 #authors #crushes #bickering #hes

An old #HeShe #microtale I found in my Facebook Archives; of course, loosely inspired by true opinions. 😅 #Authors #crushes #bickering hes

"Stop it," she ordered me.
"Come again?"
"I said stop it. Stop..." she snatched my phone and closed all the tabs; she loved doing that all time.
"Hey, no fair! I never stop you from ogling over Durjoy's pictures! Besides, she's cute, and you know that."
I wish I hadn't said that. She got up on her feet, threw my phone back at me and shot her best defense, "At least he looks good! Look at your Savi! That swollen nose, that round face and those bewitching eyes!"
I wasn't backing off now. "Yeah, right. Just be glad his writing has improved, else--"
"Else, what!"
Her fierceness made me retreat. "Else...nothing. What could I possibly do?"
"That's right!!" And she exited the café. The waiter arrived with our sandwiches and Mountain Dews just then.
"Don't worry, sir. Even I think Savi's cute, even if her books aren't that good," he said, winking.
I nodded with relief, "Thank you!"
...and I got back to surfing through her pictures after he left. "Don't mind Richa, she's just jealous," I said to her images, like an online creep. An old #heshe #microtale I found in my Facebook Archives; of course, loosely inspired by true opinions. 😅

#authors #crushes #bickering #hes

Renee D. Gross

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORD... L O V E I REALLY FEEL..IT IS IT'S OWN ELEMENT. WHEN TWO PEOPLE SHARE IT* TAKE A TRAVEL THROUGH THEIR JOURNEY AND DEVELOPMENT... WHAT A TESTAMENT!!! FROM AN INVESTMENT* HOPEFULLY, SOMETHING HAS LED TO A BETTERMENT** BRINGING MORE WISDOM... "WITH L😍VE BEING THE UPLIFTER/SHIFTER WHO CAME TO VISIT" BRINGING YOU PROGRESSIVELY+ A BETTER SENSE OF SELF💛 WISER✔️ IN [WISDOM✨WEALTH] THAT WAS THE MISSION, PER PERMISSION... {CORE & ROOT AND EVERYTHING* TO BOOT!} LOVE, THEREOF*... 💌 "TO CONTRIBUTE!" 🙏 L O V E THE ULTIMATE VISITOR/INQUISITOR... 💌💚*🙏... "AS IT BEARS ATTENTION ON LENGTH AND STRENGTH... COUPLED RELATIONSHIPS ARE RAW AND FORTH

L O V E THE ULTIMATE VISITOR/INQUISITOR... 💌💚*🙏... "AS IT BEARS ATTENTION ON LENGTH AND STRENGTH... COUPLED RELATIONSHIPS ARE RAW AND FORTH

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORD...
L O V E
I REALLY FEEL..IT IS IT'S OWN ELEMENT.
WHEN TWO PEOPLE SHARE IT*
TAKE A TRAVEL THROUGH THEIR JOURNEY AND DEVELOPMENT...
WHAT A TESTAMENT!!!
FROM AN INVESTMENT*
HOPEFULLY, SOMETHING HAS LED TO
A BETTERMENT**
BRINGING MORE WISDOM...
"WITH L😍VE BEING THE UPLIFTER/SHIFTER WHO CAME TO VISIT"
BRINGING YOU PROGRESSIVELY+ A BETTER SENSE OF SELF💛
WISER✔️ IN [WISDOM✨WEALTH]
THAT WAS THE MISSION, PER PERMISSION...

{CORE & ROOT AND EVERYTHING* TO BOOT!}

LOVE, THEREOF*...
💌
"TO CONTRIBUTE!"
🙏 L O V E
THE ULTIMATE
VISITOR/INQUISITOR...
💌💚*🙏...
"AS IT BEARS ATTENTION ON
LENGTH AND STRENGTH...
COUPLED RELATIONSHIPS
ARE RAW AND FORTH

Hemalatha G

Lyrically do I love how my unplayed chords are flanked by frozen rain drops. During one of those peaceful nights, as an unnoticed singer I've composed and performed songs I unconsciously longed to. Only to wake up to nothing, but a reminder. Whenever I'm knotted to the drabness near crevices of my oneness, these songs spring out. They sing themselves to me just like how I composed them in one go. Until I drink life to the lees, or at least attain the momentary contentment. It'll breed satisfaction as well the tastiest thirst for existence. Not merely. Resolve. Embrace. Sing. Every cell throws a pitch perfect note, and the most yearned music, when one knows where to tap and where not to. Even unconsciously... That's the beauty. When was the last time you loved a companion in you for the song silently played by it? Healing oneself coupled with a pinch of pride and co

When was the last time you loved a companion in you for the song silently played by it? Healing oneself coupled with a pinch of pride and co

Lyrically do I love how my unplayed chords are flanked by frozen rain drops. During one of those peaceful nights, as an unnoticed singer I've composed and performed songs I unconsciously longed to. Only to wake up to nothing, but a reminder. Whenever I'm knotted to the drabness near crevices of my oneness, these songs spring out. They sing themselves to me just like how I composed them in one go. Until I drink life to the lees, or at least attain the momentary contentment. It'll breed satisfaction as well the tastiest thirst for existence. Not merely.

Resolve. Embrace. Sing.
Every cell throws a pitch perfect note, and the most yearned music, when one knows where to tap and where not to. Even unconsciously...
That's the beauty. When was the last time you loved a companion in you for the song silently played by it? Healing oneself coupled with a pinch of pride and co

Writer Jiया

That I'm the thirst, Quenched by the dust, Diffused as incense. What does rain make you feel? #rainfeel #collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba _ We all know that the smell of soil a

What does rain make you feel? #rainfeel #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba _ We all know that the smell of soil a

That I'm the thirst,
Quenched by the dust,
Diffused as incense. What does rain make you feel? #rainfeel #collab #YourQuoteAndMine
Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
_
We all know that the smell of soil a

Jai Singh

कभी यूँ ही अचानक मैं क्यूँ मर नहीं जाता तस्वीरे हाल सवारने को कुछ कर नहीं पाता बड़ी बेबसी का आलम है यहां वहां हर कहीं पत्थरो पर सर फोड़ चुका, अब फोड़ा नही जाता कभी यूँ ही अचानक मैं क्यूँ मर नहीं जाता Frustrations lead to depression.... Specially for those who don't have anything to live for. Most of the time it seems, ignorance is such a

Frustrations lead to depression.... Specially for those who don't have anything to live for. Most of the time it seems, ignorance is such a

कभी यूँ ही अचानक मैं क्यूँ मर नहीं जाता
तस्वीरे हाल सवारने को कुछ कर नहीं पाता
बड़ी बेबसी का आलम है यहां वहां हर कहीं
पत्थरो पर सर फोड़ चुका, अब फोड़ा नही जाता

कभी यूँ ही अचानक मैं क्यूँ मर नहीं जाता Frustrations lead to depression.... Specially for those who don't have anything to live for. Most of the time it seems, ignorance is such a

PRAKASH CHANDRA NAYAK

"You made me a poet, and became my poetry, I seek for verses that could justify your beauty. Lost in the mid way, searching for your traces in the dark. Embraced by solitude, silently I await your comeback. And I know you would never, so I take care of our coupled memories deep inside my heart.." ¶ MEMORIES ¶ "You made me a poet, and became my poetry, I seek for verses that could justify your beauty. Lost in the mid way,

¶ MEMORIES ¶ "You made me a poet, and became my poetry, I seek for verses that could justify your beauty. Lost in the mid way,

"You made me a poet,
and became my poetry,
I seek for verses
that could justify your beauty.

Lost in the mid way,
searching for your traces in the dark.
Embraced by solitude,
silently I await your comeback.

And I know you would never,
so I take care of our coupled memories
deep inside my heart.."

¶ MEMORIES ¶

"You made me a poet,
and became my poetry,
I seek for verses
that could justify your beauty.

Lost in the mid way,

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