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•• I - an anagapesis cliche •• There was a time when I was so much more than just a personal pronoun, it wasn't just a syllable so temporary, hoping from one soul to another. It was the song of the rustling trees, a symphony in itself which brought forth nothing but the sheer bliss of being someone who is different from all. The joy of existing. Of existence. Not mere survival. | Caption | •• I - an anagapesis cliche •• There was a time when I was so much more than just a personal pronoun, it wasn't just a syllable so temporary, hoping from one soul to another. It was the song of the rustling trees, a symphony in itself which brought forth nothing but the

•• I - an anagapesis cliche •• There was a time when I was so much more than just a personal pronoun, it wasn't just a syllable so temporary, hoping from one soul to another. It was the song of the rustling trees, a symphony in itself which brought forth nothing but the sheer bliss of being someone who is different from all. The joy of existing. Of existence. Not mere survival. | Caption | •• I - an anagapesis cliche •• There was a time when I was so much more than just a personal pronoun, it wasn't just a syllable so temporary, hoping from one soul to another. It was the song of the rustling trees, a symphony in itself which brought forth nothing but the

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Laconic: A short conversation (Read in caption) Connecting the horizon of life on my palm, I got him in my small universe. His universe was never defined nor I mended it to create one. Because he was dressed in

Laconic: A short conversation (Read in caption) Connecting the horizon of life on my palm, I got him in my small universe. His universe was never defined nor I mended it to create one. Because he was dressed in

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*Of Anagapesis* I'm writing again, In black ink. I'm writing again On white paper. I'm writing again, To forget the Dry rotten flower And the yellow page. I'm writing again, To forget one thing, Anagapesis. //Caption *Of Anagapesis* Sometimes, I think deeply, About the mortality of emotions, In this not so immortal life, Sometimes I pen it all, In an immortal poem.

*Of Anagapesis* I'm writing again, In black ink. I'm writing again On white paper. I'm writing again, To forget the Dry rotten flower And the yellow page. I'm writing again, To forget one thing, Anagapesis. //Caption *Of Anagapesis* Sometimes, I think deeply, About the mortality of emotions, In this not so immortal life, Sometimes I pen it all, In an immortal poem.

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*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why do I feel like a poem,

*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why do I feel like a poem,