#One_Day_Due_To_Depression One day due to depression I will have typed talent totally as a silent song similar to sweet singing and after all my mistakes will convert into cute cuckoo, which will be followed forever. One day due to depression my lamented lyrics will still sing sweet when I will have hurt and separate from my body because the lamented lyrics light like the silvered stars shine in the sky. One day due to depression the plants of poetry will give greenery. I mean I will be even evergreen. Now it is gotten too late at night. and also the sun is about to light. Therefore, I should sleep before becoming morning. I will have to handle holds before becoming evening. ...✍️by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #One_Day_Due_To_Depression One day due to depression I will have typed talent totally as a silent song similar to sweet singing and after a

#One_Day_Due_To_Depression One day due to depression I will have typed talent totally as a silent song similar to sweet singing and after a

Hari Varma

27012021 - 27/365 "Today is my bad hair day!" she lamented, angrily. I said "Really? Is it a holiday?" She stared at my face fiercely. Then left stomping the floor Her curly hair danced like a bunch of springs Peace... Peace... Peace... I took a deep breath And I went back to the Breaking News. There she comes again yelling! "You men will never understand, What we go through every morning". (Read Caption to know what happened next) 27012021 - 27/365 "Today is my bad hair day!", She lamented, angrily. I said "Really? Is it a holiday?" She stared at my face fiercely. T

27012021 - 27/365 "Today is my bad hair day!", She lamented, angrily. I said "Really? Is it a holiday?" She stared at my face fiercely. T

Hemalatha G

I wanted to Dispatch him. I only wanted to Dispatch him, For his hunger. His hunger to Taste a lass! {Caption} //Hey man, don't be a criminal! I used to walk on the roads nonchalantly, Amidst the benevolent souls fearlessly, I used to swathe my robs

//Hey man, don't be a criminal! I used to walk on the roads nonchalantly, Amidst the benevolent souls fearlessly, I used to swathe my robs

I wanted to
Dispatch him.
I only wanted to
Dispatch him,
For his hunger.
His hunger to
Taste a lass!
{Caption} //Hey man, don't be a criminal!

I used to walk on the roads nonchalantly,
Amidst the benevolent souls fearlessly,
I used to swathe my robs

Hemalatha G

I wished to spend my days and nights, Peacefully with my pals and kinsfolk. But all my chimeras were shattered, When they refused to touch me! (Caption) //WHEN THEY REFUSED TO TOUCH ME With umpteen wishes I materialized as a dark-skinned miss! I beamed with bliss, with no insight of the disc

//WHEN THEY REFUSED TO TOUCH ME With umpteen wishes I materialized as a dark-skinned miss! I beamed with bliss, with no insight of the disc

I wished to spend my days and nights,
Peacefully with my pals and kinsfolk.
But all my chimeras were shattered,
When they refused to touch me!
(Caption) //WHEN THEY REFUSED TO TOUCH ME

With umpteen wishes I materialized as a dark-skinned miss!
I beamed with bliss, with no insight of the disc

Diwa

"Emptied" (Poem in CAPTION) She went out into the world-- Excited and ripe. The universe was up for her picking And every novel item made her smile. Dancing her way Th

She went out into the world-- Excited and ripe. The universe was up for her picking And every novel item made her smile. Dancing her way Th

"Emptied"

(Poem in CAPTION) She went out into the world--
Excited and ripe.
The universe was up for her picking
And every novel item made her smile.
Dancing her way
Th

Moumita Ghosh

" Yes! I was lucky, Lucky to not have been raped, Lucky to reach home safely. But, Yes! I was groped, Yes! I am groped everyday, everywhere. Might not be by touch, But, by those eyes, That see every inch of my body as a prey. Yes! My cab driver was gentle today, But, I fear of loosing my self respect every night when I take the cab to home. Yes! I marked myself safe today, But, There's no guarantee it will be the same tomorrow." I am 4 years old, My mother's sweet little doll, My fathers's princess. Dressed in my favorite pink frock, at a family wedding. My uncle gav

I am 4 years old, My mother's sweet little doll, My fathers's princess. Dressed in my favorite pink frock, at a family wedding. My uncle gav

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