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Veiled Ink

A Wonderful Poem by Joseph, a very dear friend. Peek into his fascinating world here: https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com ~~~~~ In a soft embrace of shadows As you release me from your pen Will I see you today? As I create my life with words. Throw... Continue Reading →

A Game of Words

Work of Wonder by Advaita Inamdar Peek into his fascinating world here: https://extemporizedblog.wordpress.com/ ~~~~~ If it’s just a game of words, Then I must give it a try, It’s like a challenge to me, Gets me all mighty and high. My pen is... Continue Reading →

The Boat

Work of Wonder by Manu S Kurup  Peek into his fascinating world here: https://theprimordialmanu.wordpress.com  

‘Reading’ People

I quite agree with the inline thoughts here and found it worth sharing.

And for once…

For some unknown reason, I felt like sharing this again.

The Musing Quill

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…and for once, I want to forget the sad memories,
and think of all the happier ones…
tonight, can I leave behind?
the heartaches caused by the impossible would-bes…
can I step aside?
and make way for the crippling afflictions to pass…
can I look past your cruel carelessness
that paralysed my affections…
…and, just this once, perhaps, just for tonight,
can I allow myself to fall in love with you again?

-Asha Seth

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Save Gaza! Pray For Gaza

Beautiful Juxtaposition…

I love the way thoughts are transformed into words so brilliantly by those few among us who are just so good at it. This one is for J.

Book to the Future

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Silence pervades the cold dark night, in this peace…

I think of you.

I gaze at the stars and their associated wonders.

I think of you

~*~

The last email of my day has flown across the ether,

A sense of melancholy at the broken connection.

A new day beckons, I cannot contain myself,

I should sleep, though it seems a waste when you are in my world.

~*~

I sit alone and smile

I think of you.

I dare to dream of realities unrealised

I think of you.

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Sensual beginnings to a day’s end, a beautiful juxtaposition,

A wondrous sense of magic flows in me, ancient and unknowable.

Is this what others understand?

No, not like this…nothing can be like this.

~*~

I think of you.

~*~

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Reblogged

One of my favorite posts of Subhan so far!

Subhan Zein

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I stop the music and place my headset on my desk,

Putting an end to the rhythmical but fabricated melody

I look out the window and gaze at the surrounding

The sky has poured its perfect blessing

Yes, rain, rain, rain!

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Oh, the sound it lashes out is so rhythmical,

And the energy it unleashes is so powerful

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The rain’s beauty lies in its non-fabricated melody

As it is composed by Mother Nature with pure honesty

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So I take off my shoes and run out

Closing my eyes, I feel myself is roiling in excitement

When the rain touches my skin

And caresses my soul

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Suddenly I start swaying in gaiety

I dance under the rain

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Come, my friends, join me!

Dancing under the rain is a delicate beauty!

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