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I am a floret, A rarest of the species in today's society that flourish with in an altruistic heart as a smile graces an anonymous lip. I blossom with a deific virtue, and burgeon when I espy, a kid running after a kite or a damsel wishing upon shooting star or an octogenarian counting beads of rosary. For, my fragrance is magical which augments with the ebbing of happiness in this aeon. Day 6 of Worldrobe F for Firgun {Hebrew} Meaning- the simple, unselfish joy that something good has happened to someone else Open for collab. Subscribe to read my paid story on the same prompt. Subscribe so you don't miss anything.

I am a floret, A rarest of the species in today's society that flourish with in an altruistic heart as a smile graces an anonymous lip. I blossom with a deific virtue, and burgeon when I espy, a kid running after a kite or a damsel wishing upon shooting star or an octogenarian counting beads of rosary. For, my fragrance is magical which augments with the ebbing of happiness in this aeon. Day 6 of Worldrobe F for Firgun {Hebrew} Meaning- the simple, unselfish joy that something good has happened to someone else Open for collab. Subscribe to read my paid story on the same prompt. Subscribe so you don't miss anything.

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It's my last day. And, from tomorrow, I'll be floating in mid-air with pixies carrying verses, surrounding me. From tomorrow, I may not be able to describe my fates & fortunes, though I'll carry them with me, wherever I'll go. | caption | °°The Rame Sky°° It's my last day. And, from tomorrow, I'll be floating in mid-air with pixies carrying verses, surrounding me. From tomorrow, I may not

It's my last day. And, from tomorrow, I'll be floating in mid-air with pixies carrying verses, surrounding me. From tomorrow, I may not be able to describe my fates & fortunes, though I'll carry them with me, wherever I'll go. | caption | °°The Rame Sky°° It's my last day. And, from tomorrow, I'll be floating in mid-air with pixies carrying verses, surrounding me. From tomorrow, I may not

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I don't know if I would be able to describe the beats of the rain which are often mistaken for a lorry moving down the street. | caption | °°On Jabali°° I don't know if I would be able to describe the beats of the rain which are often mistaken for a lorry

I don't know if I would be able to describe the beats of the rain which are often mistaken for a lorry moving down the street. | caption | °°On Jabali°° I don't know if I would be able to describe the beats of the rain which are often mistaken for a lorry

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I see dust rising, from beneath my feet and doing loops, hung in mid-air. The regular and unintentional scolds for having not done the work wanted, have today forgot to fall in my pocket. | caption | Of Merak I see dust rising, from beneath my feet and doing loops, hung in mid-air. The regular and unintentional scolds for having

I see dust rising, from beneath my feet and doing loops, hung in mid-air. The regular and unintentional scolds for having not done the work wanted, have today forgot to fall in my pocket. | caption | Of Merak I see dust rising, from beneath my feet and doing loops, hung in mid-air. The regular and unintentional scolds for having

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My mother kept on scolding my father for his addiction of tea. He still drank tea four to five times, a day. In the evening, he brewed two cups, one for ma and one for himself even when ma said she didn't want it. She, drank it anyway though. It's been two months since my father suddenly stopped drinking tea. "Why don't you drink tea?" asked ma one day. "Because I'm not addicted to it, I'm addicted to drinking it with you. Once you're gone, I might never get over my addiction. So, I better start practicing." I don't know whether it's accurate to the meaning. ______ Day 25 of Worldrobe Y for Ya'aburnee (Arabic) While the Arabic word ya'aburnee literally means "you bury me," the concept it represents goes far deeper than that (no pun intended). Ya'aburnee is a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you because of how unbearable it would be to live without them. It is a gorgeous, painful expression of desire to spare yourself pain of a life without a person you love. 

My mother kept on scolding my father for his addiction of tea. He still drank tea four to five times, a day. In the evening, he brewed two cups, one for ma and one for himself even when ma said she didn't want it. She, drank it anyway though. It's been two months since my father suddenly stopped drinking tea. "Why don't you drink tea?" asked ma one day. "Because I'm not addicted to it, I'm addicted to drinking it with you. Once you're gone, I might never get over my addiction. So, I better start practicing." I don't know whether it's accurate to the meaning. ______ Day 25 of Worldrobe Y for Ya'aburnee (Arabic) While the Arabic word ya'aburnee literally means "you bury me," the concept it represents goes far deeper than that (no pun intended). Ya'aburnee is a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you because of how unbearable it would be to live without them. It is a gorgeous, painful expression of desire to spare yourself pain of a life without a person you love. 

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My heart breaks a little everyday when i find myself waiting; it breaks more when i find nothing to wait for. As the days pass inhaling my purposes, I find their remnants at the bottom of the hourglass that can no longer be turned downside-up. Day 20 of Worldrobe T for Toska(Russian) Definition: The Russian word toska can be roughly translated to mean sadness or lugubriousness, but according to Lolita author Vladimir Nabokov, these English words don't come close to its real meaning. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to l

My heart breaks a little everyday when i find myself waiting; it breaks more when i find nothing to wait for. As the days pass inhaling my purposes, I find their remnants at the bottom of the hourglass that can no longer be turned downside-up. Day 20 of Worldrobe T for Toska(Russian) Definition: The Russian word toska can be roughly translated to mean sadness or lugubriousness, but according to Lolita author Vladimir Nabokov, these English words don't come close to its real meaning. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to l

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1:19 AM. If I can fall asleep by the next half an hour, I'd still have 6 hours of peace. Is that why I want to sleep? I still have it now. Peace. In this silence and darkness of the night. One last poem maybe. No! It's always one last something, an episode, a page, a quote, a reel. That's how my circles are getting darker. But, but I've already started reading. 2:23 AM. When did... Ah! Anyway now, I'd sleep and either have a nightmare or wake up to my parents shouting at each other. With every night's end, there goes my peace away. My dark circles, eye power, and dizzy days are worth the serenity of insomnia. Day 18 of Worldrobe R for Rame (Balinese) Definition: something that’s both chaotic and joyful at the same time For me that's love. Would Love to read your versions. ✨If you like what I write, do subscribe.

1:19 AM. If I can fall asleep by the next half an hour, I'd still have 6 hours of peace. Is that why I want to sleep? I still have it now. Peace. In this silence and darkness of the night. One last poem maybe. No! It's always one last something, an episode, a page, a quote, a reel. That's how my circles are getting darker. But, but I've already started reading. 2:23 AM. When did... Ah! Anyway now, I'd sleep and either have a nightmare or wake up to my parents shouting at each other. With every night's end, there goes my peace away. My dark circles, eye power, and dizzy days are worth the serenity of insomnia. Day 18 of Worldrobe R for Rame (Balinese) Definition: something that’s both chaotic and joyful at the same time For me that's love. Would Love to read your versions. ✨If you like what I write, do subscribe.

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The paintings, writings, readings all go to one place- trying to be somewhere else, in someone else's story, shoe or garden. They say, we ain't trees we don't have roots to bind us, but they are wrong, aren't they? We call our roots, responsibilities. Yet, we try to spread our branches as far as possible. And yet again, there are only 'seventy springs' as Houseman had counted. The leaves on our branches will meet the November soon, and our springs will end without letting us see what the ninety-nine percent of the world had for us. "... Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more..." - Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now by A. E. Housman ___________ Day 15 of Worldrobe

The paintings, writings, readings all go to one place- trying to be somewhere else, in someone else's story, shoe or garden. They say, we ain't trees we don't have roots to bind us, but they are wrong, aren't they? We call our roots, responsibilities. Yet, we try to spread our branches as far as possible. And yet again, there are only 'seventy springs' as Houseman had counted. The leaves on our branches will meet the November soon, and our springs will end without letting us see what the ninety-nine percent of the world had for us. "... Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more..." - Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now by A. E. Housman ___________ Day 15 of Worldrobe

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You start the mornings With a gentle hug and small pecks, Then brew some tea with extra sugar And pour me my black, sugarless coffee, without saying, Then, we get sucked into the routine of Bringing bread and butter, And wine sometimes, And on those day, You stick small notes on the fridge Reminding me of how you'll miss me or How we'll make love once we return. And when we finally return, Too tired to even make dinner, You let me be a cranky mess, And silently tune on our songs. It makes me want to live one more day, For you, with you. Day 13 of Worldrobe M for Merak (Serbian) Meaning: The Serbian word merak is a wonderful little word that refers to a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment. So, gear up and write about your Merak. ❤

You start the mornings With a gentle hug and small pecks, Then brew some tea with extra sugar And pour me my black, sugarless coffee, without saying, Then, we get sucked into the routine of Bringing bread and butter, And wine sometimes, And on those day, You stick small notes on the fridge Reminding me of how you'll miss me or How we'll make love once we return. And when we finally return, Too tired to even make dinner, You let me be a cranky mess, And silently tune on our songs. It makes me want to live one more day, For you, with you. Day 13 of Worldrobe M for Merak (Serbian) Meaning: The Serbian word merak is a wonderful little word that refers to a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment. So, gear up and write about your Merak. ❤

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I take a few bones from the spine that my mother grows while standing up for herself, against everyone else. I take some sweat from my father's hands that have aged and got wet due to working under the scorching sun. I take some blood from my sisters and friends who tell me the stories of their jerk bosses and exes, from whom they boldly walk away. I finally wrap some skin of my own that fosters the blood, bones and sweat to build a home large enough so that they all, who make me, can call it a home of their own. This is my favourite word till now! ❤️ _______________ Day 8 of Worldrobe H for Heimat (German) Meaning: The place we’re connected to that shaped who we are.

I take a few bones from the spine that my mother grows while standing up for herself, against everyone else. I take some sweat from my father's hands that have aged and got wet due to working under the scorching sun. I take some blood from my sisters and friends who tell me the stories of their jerk bosses and exes, from whom they boldly walk away. I finally wrap some skin of my own that fosters the blood, bones and sweat to build a home large enough so that they all, who make me, can call it a home of their own. This is my favourite word till now! ❤️ _______________ Day 8 of Worldrobe H for Heimat (German) Meaning: The place we’re connected to that shaped who we are.