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There's something in the bygone April I am still stuck up in it. I am not hung up there, but it has got some sweet nectar. More I sucked the nectar of profound poems, more I vomited golden honey in patches of words. They condensed to form a 'replica' of my heart, yet it beats. I visit yet again, myriad times I strolled, Life jumps out of the nectar named April, and I name it elixir. — % & Me and my #moapril are bee and flower. It wasn't good or bad. Rather it was a poison making me taste the elixir better. #transationandacceptance Struggled with the bg so much. Lol. Pc. Pinterest.

There's something in the bygone April I am still stuck up in it. I am not hung up there, but it has got some sweet nectar. More I sucked the nectar of profound poems, more I vomited golden honey in patches of words. They condensed to form a 'replica' of my heart, yet it beats. I visit yet again, myriad times I strolled, Life jumps out of the nectar named April, and I name it elixir. — % & Me and my #moapril are bee and flower. It wasn't good or bad. Rather it was a poison making me taste the elixir better. #transationandacceptance Struggled with the bg so much. Lol. Pc. Pinterest.

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• April, to you what should I write? • April, to you what should i write? Oh April, you first in fooling! You proved fast in fooling too... You were the spring of power, To the lies, a shadow shower, With the innocence of hunger, you played hunger games And now, you are forcing me another life,

• April, to you what should I write? • April, to you what should i write? Oh April, you first in fooling! You proved fast in fooling too... You were the spring of power, To the lies, a shadow shower, With the innocence of hunger, you played hunger games And now, you are forcing me another life,

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Wars of warriors leave a valour in the name of blood. Similiarly, I saw words of the writers leaving a trail in name of a flood. I saw writers multiplying the possibilities, that the math book suggested I saw how 'implicit' was made a noun, I saw how every closed eyes of the believers made each of them a law, explicit. I saw how each poem told a story, abrupt I saw how each space and enter breathed, hope and sighs, altogether. And every truth challenged the former yet got bowed to the latter. I feel a God, just as this sight broadens. And when they say, God is creating a story for you, I can stand against that, 'cause I believe, God give a life, which is much alike the word skeleton they give for story writing in exams. We know the hint that we have to live to the fullest. We have enlarged fields of possibilities... And thereafter, keeping a plot in background, we sojourn in multiple stories, Just sojourn, not staying twice. Being a reader, consider this to be my ode to the writers, I feel. ❤️ Inspiration or source of these thoughts: the latest post of Anushka and a question of aalekh ❤️. Another point, I found 3/4 stories in Aishika 's second last post.

Wars of warriors leave a valour in the name of blood. Similiarly, I saw words of the writers leaving a trail in name of a flood. I saw writers multiplying the possibilities, that the math book suggested I saw how 'implicit' was made a noun, I saw how every closed eyes of the believers made each of them a law, explicit. I saw how each poem told a story, abrupt I saw how each space and enter breathed, hope and sighs, altogether. And every truth challenged the former yet got bowed to the latter. I feel a God, just as this sight broadens. And when they say, God is creating a story for you, I can stand against that, 'cause I believe, God give a life, which is much alike the word skeleton they give for story writing in exams. We know the hint that we have to live to the fullest. We have enlarged fields of possibilities... And thereafter, keeping a plot in background, we sojourn in multiple stories, Just sojourn, not staying twice. Being a reader, consider this to be my ode to the writers, I feel. ❤️ Inspiration or source of these thoughts: the latest post of Anushka and a question of aalekh ❤️. Another point, I found 3/4 stories in Aishika 's second last post.

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If I could caption the click, it would have been, "Flower worshipping idols. Unplucked, yet worthy. Discarded but with life." (i) ~They rolled a mass of soil~ They told it will evoke oil of life, life will be sprayed with deodorant of blessings. But I smelt life, in that extended soil only,

If I could caption the click, it would have been, "Flower worshipping idols. Unplucked, yet worthy. Discarded but with life." (i) ~They rolled a mass of soil~ They told it will evoke oil of life, life will be sprayed with deodorant of blessings. But I smelt life, in that extended soil only,

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On the account that you laugh on that random aunty's postures, let me tell you, there's nothing trim and fine left in your gestures... She travels a world to make another world mobile, You are, but not only you are perfect, let it be digested through your bile. My mirror and I had a great fight, you know, i lost to the ship carrying my aura's hearer. Nor you, neither I, but your words are graffitied to your mirror You should know, the fatter the wax freeze, fatter it lights,

On the account that you laugh on that random aunty's postures, let me tell you, there's nothing trim and fine left in your gestures... She travels a world to make another world mobile, You are, but not only you are perfect, let it be digested through your bile. My mirror and I had a great fight, you know, i lost to the ship carrying my aura's hearer. Nor you, neither I, but your words are graffitied to your mirror You should know, the fatter the wax freeze, fatter it lights,

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Watermelons these days come so tasteless, Or is it because it's been long, that you dried your syrupy hands on my dress? No matter what, I won't let you die, without smelling me, oh sorry, not me, but me eating banana. And don't dare to die, If you die by mistake, I will be standing there with my smelly socks, to make you alive again. I am doing anything in the name of 'The Hypnotizer', lol. (On long distance but ever teasing, cute lovers.) #romedy after so long.. 😂😂 Would be glad if got to see ****** collaborated 🤩

Watermelons these days come so tasteless, Or is it because it's been long, that you dried your syrupy hands on my dress? No matter what, I won't let you die, without smelling me, oh sorry, not me, but me eating banana. And don't dare to die, If you die by mistake, I will be standing there with my smelly socks, to make you alive again. I am doing anything in the name of 'The Hypnotizer', lol. (On long distance but ever teasing, cute lovers.) #romedy after so long.. 😂😂 Would be glad if got to see ****** collaborated 🤩

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I took my pen at a time, when I was bleeding, I took writing as a tender, soothing antiseptic cream. My words were bright enough to give birth to a life. But then I saw myself adventuring among the crowds of curves, void of spaces, many wrongly put. I tried seeing my perception in front of me but ellipsis never let me... I was suffocating, thepausesofthecommascametoooften I misinterpreted many depths as mine, and drowned in some. You know what, I can't let down any, who sits close to me, I am trying to make a grave, to let the suffocation, suffocate, freely I am making a grave with words, a suffocating grave. But you know what, I can't let down any, who sits close to me, I am seeing my grave is choking, not for me but for someone 'any', I am seeing my suffocation, fading a light, fading their bright. I need to throw this pen now, I should make a grave within myself. I should no more advance with words. Period. On writing, now vs then. This may not be the last words. Don't worry. Sorry for suffocating you with my suffocation, but what to do? #jerksnshivers #moapril

I took my pen at a time, when I was bleeding, I took writing as a tender, soothing antiseptic cream. My words were bright enough to give birth to a life. But then I saw myself adventuring among the crowds of curves, void of spaces, many wrongly put. I tried seeing my perception in front of me but ellipsis never let me... I was suffocating, thepausesofthecommascametoooften I misinterpreted many depths as mine, and drowned in some. You know what, I can't let down any, who sits close to me, I am trying to make a grave, to let the suffocation, suffocate, freely I am making a grave with words, a suffocating grave. But you know what, I can't let down any, who sits close to me, I am seeing my grave is choking, not for me but for someone 'any', I am seeing my suffocation, fading a light, fading their bright. I need to throw this pen now, I should make a grave within myself. I should no more advance with words. Period. On writing, now vs then. This may not be the last words. Don't worry. Sorry for suffocating you with my suffocation, but what to do? #jerksnshivers #moapril

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As I sketched every house perfect, I thought I made a home for them, until I saw my hands failing to craft the same. I, for the first time got what dimensions mean deviating from the books and the syllabus. I kept on keeping the healthiest distance, as length... I explained them the difference of a thin line's length. And these petty things, elevated them, my house got a height, great. It's just when, I was to measure their breadth, by hugging tight, and measure their breath, they needed oxygen and a bit more, their souls slipped, out of my clasp just like the unfitting board I chose for my crafty house's breadth. ~Breadth stopped breaths Hollow went void as, they called it hope, not home~ I feel safe in this black bg, than any other illustration on it and this font colour suits it. #jerksnshivers Yes, I am much to much good in sketch and drawings but not at all perfect in crafts, for real. #moapril

As I sketched every house perfect, I thought I made a home for them, until I saw my hands failing to craft the same. I, for the first time got what dimensions mean deviating from the books and the syllabus. I kept on keeping the healthiest distance, as length... I explained them the difference of a thin line's length. And these petty things, elevated them, my house got a height, great. It's just when, I was to measure their breadth, by hugging tight, and measure their breath, they needed oxygen and a bit more, their souls slipped, out of my clasp just like the unfitting board I chose for my crafty house's breadth. ~Breadth stopped breaths Hollow went void as, they called it hope, not home~ I feel safe in this black bg, than any other illustration on it and this font colour suits it. #jerksnshivers Yes, I am much to much good in sketch and drawings but not at all perfect in crafts, for real. #moapril

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"My sky", they both fought... Sky groped life. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic928 is out! Stitch your words on this beautiful bg. Mesmerize others with Quote Stitchers challenge.✨ #yqbaba #quotestitchers #yqquotestitchers #collab #life

"My sky", they both fought... Sky groped life. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic928 is out! Stitch your words on this beautiful bg. Mesmerize others with Quote Stitchers challenge.✨ #yqbaba #quotestitchers #yqquotestitchers #collab #life

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~Hawa k jhoke aj mausamon se ruth gaye, Gulon k sokhiyan jo bhawre aake lut gaye~ Changes I have seen coming, going- after the wonderful turmoil, But the weather in me soaks in it often- the change, unlike former, Once sinking in a glass of moonlight milk, some pure blessings and afluence knock, The next moment, this 'I' drowns...

~Hawa k jhoke aj mausamon se ruth gaye, Gulon k sokhiyan jo bhawre aake lut gaye~ Changes I have seen coming, going- after the wonderful turmoil, But the weather in me soaks in it often- the change, unlike former, Once sinking in a glass of moonlight milk, some pure blessings and afluence knock, The next moment, this 'I' drowns...