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marmalade ツ

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Wilder than Wildflowers ••wilder than wildflowers•• I know not if the wildflowers sprouting under the tile in my verandah have had a chance to bathe under the scintillating welkin, but have seen them waltzing pensively with the wind's melody; then why's that souls of you & me tend to try to escape our panopticons while never really acknowledging the cages we're in?

Wilder than Wildflowers ••wilder than wildflowers•• I know not if the wildflowers sprouting under the tile in my verandah have had a chance to bathe under the scintillating welkin, but have seen them waltzing pensively with the wind's melody; then why's that souls of you & me tend to try to escape our panopticons while never really acknowledging the cages we're in?

The Dream Doodler

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We are no angel. Period. 'Papa ka naam to papa ka shaan', But if destiny shows a failure, it's mother's vile that degraded the whole child. Your gene, or carcinogen, shit or smoke, But it's she, who's the witch, didn't chop but didn't care her hubby. Can the voice rise sayin', she isn't an angel, but a human to breath?

We are no angel. Period. 'Papa ka naam to papa ka shaan', But if destiny shows a failure, it's mother's vile that degraded the whole child. Your gene, or carcinogen, shit or smoke, But it's she, who's the witch, didn't chop but didn't care her hubby. Can the voice rise sayin', she isn't an angel, but a human to breath?

The Dream Doodler

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Blindfold and lotus~ Love was blinded through my blindfolds, 'cause I fancied love as same vision. Not in love, I failed, but in the war. Of the purity that I bloomed, a hundred petals, I forgot lotus takes birth in mud. Now that mud extinguishes my every vein, I see a blind named love, in blindfold and lotus.

Blindfold and lotus~ Love was blinded through my blindfolds, 'cause I fancied love as same vision. Not in love, I failed, but in the war. Of the purity that I bloomed, a hundred petals, I forgot lotus takes birth in mud. Now that mud extinguishes my every vein, I see a blind named love, in blindfold and lotus.

Het Modi

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Why can't I eat that pizza again? //cheese in the caption Why can't I eat that pizza again? I ask the time. I've asked time this question From time to time, on repeat. But time never replied, Why will he? He is cheap. I know, he's busy eating the pizza in a time-loop. It feels like shit.

Why can't I eat that pizza again? //cheese in the caption Why can't I eat that pizza again? I ask the time. I've asked time this question From time to time, on repeat. But time never replied, Why will he? He is cheap. I know, he's busy eating the pizza in a time-loop. It feels like shit.

Het Modi

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Do I love my father? //Bop poem in caption I love him, but I hate him More sometimes. I know he doesn't mean it, But I doubt I do. If I ever tell him the truth, Is there a reset button, if things go wrong? I love my father?

Do I love my father? //Bop poem in caption I love him, but I hate him More sometimes. I know he doesn't mean it, But I doubt I do. If I ever tell him the truth, Is there a reset button, if things go wrong? I love my father?

Miss xyz

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Maa's saree and ammi's burqa. (Read in caption) I'll jump off from the flame and hide myself behind maa's pallu and ammi's burqa. But what would happen if maa's pallu and ammi's burqa grows shorter to hide my face? Maa, ammi, dress me up like you when you win.

Maa's saree and ammi's burqa. (Read in caption) I'll jump off from the flame and hide myself behind maa's pallu and ammi's burqa. But what would happen if maa's pallu and ammi's burqa grows shorter to hide my face? Maa, ammi, dress me up like you when you win.

Miss xyz

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An empty matka. (Read in caption) What's my life if not an empty matka? I stand in a long queue under the rage of sun~ holding the neck of my life and its body hugging my waist in right. I grasp my parched throat and try to gulp them. But it gets cracked every time I try to make a move. I wish my air filled life to be replaced by water.

An empty matka. (Read in caption) What's my life if not an empty matka? I stand in a long queue under the rage of sun~ holding the neck of my life and its body hugging my waist in right. I grasp my parched throat and try to gulp them. But it gets cracked every time I try to make a move. I wish my air filled life to be replaced by water.

Aparnaa Nanda

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Yes! She is rude, she spoils your mood; But she mistreats herself similarly; She wins against storms in her brain, conceals her screams in broad laughter. When tame soul couldn't suffer anymore, society will interrogate, why? she doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! The acrimonious touches, Unpleasant memories and Vicious scars, Rose an arduous gem from delicate bud; She underwent her melancholy, Fixed chunks of heart all alone; Grabbed a pen and began writing her agonies! The phrases she wrote is all her; she doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! She is never been suicidal or fragile, She has wrung her neck by this society; When family warned to suppress and friends giggled, Her concept of belief has grown up; Sharing a cup of coffee won't work with her, Invest your time, she will share bit by bit but if She doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! •She doesn't want you to know, Don't ask!• Yes! She is rude, she spoils your mood; But she mistreats herself similarly; She wins against storms in her brain, conceals her screams in broad laughter. When tame soul couldn't suffer anymore, society will interrogate, why?

Yes! She is rude, she spoils your mood; But she mistreats herself similarly; She wins against storms in her brain, conceals her screams in broad laughter. When tame soul couldn't suffer anymore, society will interrogate, why? she doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! The acrimonious touches, Unpleasant memories and Vicious scars, Rose an arduous gem from delicate bud; She underwent her melancholy, Fixed chunks of heart all alone; Grabbed a pen and began writing her agonies! The phrases she wrote is all her; she doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! She is never been suicidal or fragile, She has wrung her neck by this society; When family warned to suppress and friends giggled, Her concept of belief has grown up; Sharing a cup of coffee won't work with her, Invest your time, she will share bit by bit but if She doesn't want you to know, Don't ask! •She doesn't want you to know, Don't ask!• Yes! She is rude, she spoils your mood; But she mistreats herself similarly; She wins against storms in her brain, conceals her screams in broad laughter. When tame soul couldn't suffer anymore, society will interrogate, why?

Aparnaa Nanda

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How do I hate you? Let me count the ways! //Caption •How do I hate You? let me count the ways• It is a tale of woe, With thoughts of violence in the skull, And a flash of rage in my gut, I saw myself fret every night; Invading day and all through the night, Let me compare you to a scary sinner!

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways! //Caption •How do I hate You? let me count the ways• It is a tale of woe, With thoughts of violence in the skull, And a flash of rage in my gut, I saw myself fret every night; Invading day and all through the night, Let me compare you to a scary sinner!