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इस हृदय के पार यदि तुम, तो जगत के पार क्या है?

Thank you so much @madhulikaaa for sharing this work of art with us!

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This makes me wanna write poetry

Magical Spot on the River

#poetry #nature #nature poetry #natural

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Alchemy : The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung Art by Orphné Achéron

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Cherry

Slid your phone out,

Of the back pocket

Of your baggy jeans

You pout your lips

And painted them

In a shade, cherry.

Cherry is all you've ever worn

And all I want to see you wearing.

Charlotte, Elizabeth,

Those cherries

I fell for.

Midsummer Night's Juliet

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Imma do this real quick, Cuz otherwise too shit wint going nowhere.....

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Thank you so much! 💕✨

The Young Man

Baseless arguements; How motorcars don't work on engines. Priceless explanations, On how Jesus is secretly Satan.

He talks of things he doesn't know. He thinks he has grown up. He spits 4 cusses in a row, Yet he thinks he's respectable.

Talks of ancient literature, 2 words he cannot spell. Jokes of 'pride' and womanhood, 2 words he is born to repel.

He is so brave; he is the victim. He is right, he's always right. He tries hard but cannot understand, This world of a woman's plight.

-from my pen Reaching Verity

#cute moots

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itna jaadu harry potter ki 7 kitaabo mein nhi hai jitna aapki 2 aankhon mein hai

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The Young Man

Baseless arguements; How motorcars don't work on engines. Priceless explanations, On how Jesus is secretly Satan.

He talks of things he doesn't know. He thinks he has grown up. He spits 4 cusses in a row, Yet he thinks he's respectable.

Talks of ancient literature, 2 words he cannot spell. Jokes of 'pride' and womanhood, 2 words he is born to repel.

He is so brave; he is the victim. He is right, he's always right. He tries hard but cannot understand, This world of a woman's plight.

-from my pen Reaching Verity

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This is everything......

you stare at me

or at least my friend says you do

but i've seen it too

before you look away

and start to do

something more important

sometimes though,

i wonder what you think of,

at that instant

do you look at me

with an ardour for the body i inhabit

or are you, with those glasses of yours

able to penetrate deep into my soul

perhaps you just see me

and maybe i fascinate you only "at present"

for you have not looked carefully

and beneath a facade of humanness

beneath this earthly bound fabric

beneath this charade for my kin

and deep, deep beneath these layers of skin

lies a soul that aches and flutters

to leave its mortal cage

if you had only seen that

under these layers of concealment.

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She's probably the end of me.

The road towards her home, sorcery;

For a journey can't be this painful.

Her beauty, utterly breathtaking.

Her words, almost a spell.

With every breath she takes,

She keeps a part of me, to herself.

Her lips as red as the cursed apple,

But I'd have gulped it all by now.

Her walk is Satan's call,

But I have worshipped it somehow.

Her eyes, flames of desire;

I've been burnt to ashes before.

All I have left is a heart,

And it has her name engraved upon.

Midsummer Night's Juliet

#heartfelt truly

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When you hear cries and screams at your neighbours house, what do you do?

Do you invade their privacy and ask him to stop hitting her

Or do you hug their five year old as tight as you can

Or do you try to sleep through the noise of it all, thankful for not having been brought up that way?

And when he leaves for office the next day

Do you find her wishing not to stay?

Do you help her pack her suitcase and whisper lovely words into the little ones ear?

Or do you see them go through the harshest of worlds as she bears the burnt of an awful choice?

Until she sits quiet at home for the fear of having a voice?

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The sun doesn't shine so bright anymore.

The flowers aren't as red as before.

The sky changes it's colours,

Into a shade of blue evermore.

The wind blows as if screaming,

Same words that the birds seem to chirp.

I lose myself, everyday,

Between the dawn and dusk...

-from my pen

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“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”

— Unknown

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उनकी आँखों में इक चमक,

उनके लफ्जों में इक नमी है।

उनकी आवाज़ की वो खनक,

धीरे-धीरे खलने लगी है।

उनकी बातों से मन बहलने को,

जी बेतहाशा चाहता है

मगर इस ज़माने की बातों से

हमें फुरसत कहां मिली है...।

- मेरी अपनी कलम से

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Am I a fool to think I am the one,

When there are a billion others like me?

Am I the fool in these folks?

Or are they all fools around me.

-from my pen

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crazy how in breakups you’ll dream and they’re back and they’re speaking to you again and then you’ll wake up feeling colder and more alone than before . The mind tortures the heart doesn’t it