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Prahelika

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Beside those premises there stalls a desolate house, I wonder how the owner would have purchased it out; The house though rest unused throughout the days, Shadowed by the thickets that have crammed its way. It features so ugly as it could be, With the branches resting blindly on it; The doors and windows that are hooked up, With no sunrays piercing to light it at first. The owner though rarely comes for a visit, I wonder what he has to detect inside it; The curious trespassers who pass along its way, Gasping and wondering how nasty it remain its place. ©Prahelika Sen The Lifeless house #House

Beside those premises there stalls a desolate house, I wonder how the owner would have purchased it out; The house though rest unused throughout the days, Shadowed by the thickets that have crammed its way. It features so ugly as it could be, With the branches resting blindly on it; The doors and windows that are hooked up, With no sunrays piercing to light it at first. The owner though rarely comes for a visit, I wonder what he has to detect inside it; The curious trespassers who pass along its way, Gasping and wondering how nasty it remain its place. ©Prahelika Sen The Lifeless house #House

Aurangzeb Khan

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तू मेरे ख्वाबों का शहर आबाद कर या ना कर तिनको से बने मेरे घोसले को बर्बाद ना कर हम अपने हौसलों की उड़ान तुझे आसमान में दिखा देंगे तू मुझे खुली फिजा में कभी आजाद तो कर ©Aurangzeb Khan #save#the#house

तू मेरे ख्वाबों का शहर आबाद कर या ना कर तिनको से बने मेरे घोसले को बर्बाद ना कर हम अपने हौसलों की उड़ान तुझे आसमान में दिखा देंगे तू मुझे खुली फिजा में कभी आजाद तो कर ©Aurangzeb Khan #save#the#house

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

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I keep etching you between the printed inks, Prod and get colours all over my hands; I sleep on the pages, get marks on my cheeks, Inhale the evaporating scent of dyes. Still sweat down love through the fingers, Spread the stains and tint, get them on lips, And kiss them into the paper strips, Love them just like how I did with your scars, Ignite candles and lamps, grow light rays, Touch and transfer to my own tissues, See you leave as I scratch new ones on my skin. ©dhivyadharshinigajendran Painted poetry

I keep etching you between the printed inks, Prod and get colours all over my hands; I sleep on the pages, get marks on my cheeks, Inhale the evaporating scent of dyes. Still sweat down love through the fingers, Spread the stains and tint, get them on lips, And kiss them into the paper strips, Love them just like how I did with your scars, Ignite candles and lamps, grow light rays, Touch and transfer to my own tissues, See you leave as I scratch new ones on my skin. ©dhivyadharshinigajendran Painted poetry

Mr. Romantic

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At the social house

At the social house

Arwaz Khan

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इससे ज़्यादा भी कोई उम्मीद ए वफ़ा हो सकती हैं मेरे महबूब ने मुझे एक अच्छा दोस्त माना है #worldnotobaccoday The social House

इससे ज़्यादा भी कोई उम्मीद ए वफ़ा हो सकती हैं मेरे महबूब ने मुझे एक अच्छा दोस्त माना है #worldnotobaccoday The social House

Akshay Vasu

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At the end of that road, there was a house. I had heard that the people who went inside it would never return. And that always made me crave to know what lies inside it. I always used to begin my journey towards that house, but I used to stop myself halfway and hide, watching the ones who started the journey with me vanish behind that door forever. When I began to believe that I can never see what is in there, a butterfly sat on my shoulder. The beauty of which took my breath away and my heart craved for it. All I know is running behind it once it flew, and it took me inside the same home I had always feared to enter.  - Akshay Vasu The house at the end of the road #house #akshayvasu #search #fears #butterfly #life

At the end of that road, there was a house. I had heard that the people who went inside it would never return. And that always made me crave to know what lies inside it. I always used to begin my journey towards that house, but I used to stop myself halfway and hide, watching the ones who started the journey with me vanish behind that door forever. When I began to believe that I can never see what is in there, a butterfly sat on my shoulder. The beauty of which took my breath away and my heart craved for it. All I know is running behind it once it flew, and it took me inside the same home I had always feared to enter.  - Akshay Vasu The house at the end of the road #house #akshayvasu #search #fears #butterfly #life