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1. Herds fought among themselves for The forest that belongs to no one They killed one another For dead prey and lands They heard nothing But their own noises Until the enemy powerful than all Came upon everyone… instagram.com/p/B-ctQfJlMV3/…

2. I sat in my balcony to find Like the days now, are the nights any different.. Does the moon really care? No. And stars, they were anyway there. The night breeze is the same, The crickets' orchestra's the… instagram.com/p/B-fgFACFk5m/…

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3. For me, a night transcends Today into tomorrow like a desolate cobbled lane Dimly-lit with fairy lights and Strewn with moonflower beds Leads a busy street into another Of late, I enter this lane Leaving the… instagram.com/p/B-h9dX4lM40/…

4. Out of fine cracks in concrete Grass blades come out to say What is meant to be, will be, Life always finds a way. #poetry #poem #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020 instagram.com/p/B-kq51_lMPL/…

5. Swords & spears don't fight the battle Nor meek men just wearing the armour Weapons are weilded and wars are won By the faith and might of the soldier And not every man or every woman Can stand at the warfront… instagram.com/p/B-nKz25FNWe/…

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6. Anything that has life Also has a shelf life For, what's alive is perishable What's dead already, can it die? Are deaths to be mourned, Or should they be celebrated? Like fake flowers that never wilt Dont… instagram.com/p/B-sR3I6lRKd/…

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I understood love Only as a stream Flowing in a direction Bound to a destination Singing along its path Declaring its presence To the passersby.. Love always meant Loving someone Loving something Until I… instagram.com/p/B_LK2vllK3S/…

I understood love Only as a stream Flowing in a direction Bound to a destination Singing along its path Declaring its presence To the passersby.. Love always meant Loving someone Loving something Until I… instagram.com/p/B_LMFf9FcXT/…

.... Could two cracked bowls Make for one good one? How long could they hold The nectar of life or of love.. Before all of it leaked out Leaving behind empty bowls And wasted nectar Wouldn't it be wiser to Heal… instagram.com/p/B_SfhGjlxzM/…

... Unresolved unprocessed past pain Hides in dank desolate corners of the heart, the memory, the mind Like those nasty little cockroaches Which are nowhere to be seen In the sound and life of the day But as… instagram.com/p/B_c1tygltwT/…

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Writing is difficult. Because writing is a form of concentrated thinking. If you haven’t thought something through, you cannot write with clarity.

आदमी मरने के बाद कुछ नहीं सोचता. आदमी मरने के बाद कुछ नहीं बोलता. कुछ नहीं सोचने और कुछ नहीं बोलने पर आदमी मर जाता है. 'उदय प्रकाश'

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