11:11 P.M. You are that 11:11 wish that I never wish upon. Every time I visit this thread and not write, a part of our story dies and they fill the cleft with your silence. Because we live in a conundrum where biases matter and the thing that matters, doesn't really matter. Some days I flee changing trains, buses, pulses and muses, one-two-three; other days I sit on the empty shelf in your cupboard where you segregate your clothes. Some days I'm that sleeping tee you never choose, other days I'm that smirk you never lose. Some days I crave for poetry, other days I make a living out of prose. But most days I'm a homesick and we're drunk, where nothing is whiskey or rum, it's just gray. Gray.

Gray.

11:11 P.M. You are that 11:11 wish that I never wish upon. Every time I visit this thread and not write, a part of our story dies and they fill the cleft with your silence. Because we live in a conundrum where biases matter and the thing that matters, doesn't really matter. Some days I flee changing trains, buses, pulses and muses, one-two-three; other days I sit on the empty shelf in your cupboard where you segregate your clothes. Some days I'm that sleeping tee you never choose, other days I'm that smirk you never lose. Some days I crave for poetry, other days I make a living out of prose. But most days I'm a homesick and we're drunk, where nothing is whiskey or rum, it's just gray. Gray.

Rachit Rai

The child in oneself Is all the yellow there is In the gray of the world... Warmth in the gray and cold...

Warmth in the gray and cold...

Diwa

Most people Aren't really black Or white. A lot, of us, Are mostly gray. "Gray People" #gray #people #diwa #yqbaba

"Gray People" #Gray #people #diwa #yqbaba

AbhiPriya

Black n White જેવું તો કંઈ હોતું જ નથી. we all are looking for that GRAY! Which is neither Black nor white. Same way....Nobody is Too Good in this whole world and so we choose a little bad than worse ! ©AbhiPriya Gray❤

Gray❤

Krishna

In Life we have to always choose one among the options BLACK or WHITE . But choosing GRAY is the best way to keep your Heart Happy always . - KRISHNA The GRAY

The GRAY

In Life we have to always choose one among the options
BLACK or WHITE .
But choosing GRAY
is the best way
to keep your Heart Happy always .

- KRISHNA The GRAY

Diwa

In the real world, There are gradations Of many kinds-- Genders, classes, Traits, and such; Differences that need To be acknowledged And appreciated; Thus, whilst we condemn Pervasive injustice And persistent cruelty, Actuality demands Accepting The gray corners That impact Everything else. "Gray" Feasibility over theory. Practicality over quixotism. Always. #Gray #diwa #yqbaba

"Gray" Feasibility over theory. Practicality over quixotism. Always. #Gray #diwa #yqbaba

In the real world,
There are gradations
Of many kinds--
Genders, classes,
Traits, and such;
Differences that need
To be acknowledged
And appreciated;
Thus, whilst we condemn
Pervasive injustice
And persistent cruelty,
Actuality demands
Accepting
The gray corners
That impact
Everything else. "Gray"

Feasibility over theory. Practicality over quixotism. Always.

#Gray #diwa #yqbaba

Neha Mittal

Black & gray silk saree

Black & gray silk saree

Rohit Sapra

Shaded phool

Shaded phool

Drishti Rao

He sat outside On the pavement In the scorching heat His body felt as though it was on fire And he was afraid That he would burn away And leave behind just his ashes For people to walk over As they passed by He wondered at what his existence meant Rummaging in the garbage cans For small crumbs of food To sustain himself Until the day faded And the next day arrived With more garbage to rummage through He watched as people hurried across the pavement The pavement ... The place he knew as home Which was nothing but a block of concrete That people trod on As they hurried to their destinations He wore a piece of filthy cloth As a toga Around himself And considered himself lucky To have atleast Just that one piece of cloth To give him some privacy And to relieve him From having to sit naked On the heated pavement He looked up at the sky For the thousandth time To the gods he believed resided there And asked but just one favor A relief from the heat That was burning through to his very soul Just a shaded shelter Where he could lay As he lay pathetically On the pavement Everyday The young orphaned homeless boy Was seen to all But his sufferings were his alone People passed him constantly On their way to and fro But none stopped And none offered him anything They just had a glance to spare for him On rare occasions And with the glace they cringed away Not wanting to be polluted by him All he wanted Was a shaded shelter A place that he could call home Apart from the dirty heated pavement That he was used to If god would just answer his one prayer And do him just this one favor He would forever be grateful And not ask for more Shaded Shelter

Shaded Shelter

He sat outside
On the pavement
In the scorching heat
His body felt as though it was on fire
And he was afraid
That he would burn away
And leave behind just his ashes
For people to walk over
As they passed by

He wondered at what his existence meant
Rummaging in the garbage cans
For small crumbs of food
To sustain himself
Until the day faded
And the next day arrived
With more garbage to rummage through

He watched as people hurried across the pavement
The pavement ...
The place he knew as home
Which was nothing but a block of concrete
That people trod on
As they hurried to their destinations

He wore a piece of filthy cloth
As a toga
Around himself
And considered himself lucky
To have atleast
Just that one piece of cloth
To give him some privacy
And to relieve him
From having to sit naked
On the heated pavement

He looked up at the sky
For the thousandth time
To the gods he believed resided there
And asked but just one favor
A relief from the heat
That was burning through to his very soul
Just a shaded shelter
Where he could lay
As he lay pathetically
On the pavement
Everyday

The young orphaned homeless boy
Was seen to all
But his sufferings were his alone
People passed him constantly
On their way to and fro
But none stopped
And none offered him anything
They just had a glance to spare for him
On rare occasions
And with the glace they cringed away
Not wanting to be polluted by him

All he wanted
Was a shaded shelter
A place that he could call home
Apart from the dirty heated pavement
That he was used to
If god would just answer his one prayer
And do him just this one favor
He would forever be grateful
And not ask for more Shaded Shelter

KM SHIKHA

bulid your own dreams, or someone else will hire you to bulid theirs. -write by Farrah gray

-write by Farrah gray

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