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I was ten minutes into my morning walk, on a brisk day in mid November, as I walked past a cemetery. I had a warm cup of coffee to keep me company. It was going to take a lot more than just caffeine to keep me warm on this particular day. Instead of taking my usual route through the park, I chose to walk by a grim, cold cemetery this morning. Whimsical? Or was I bound to take this trip today? A stroll by the cemetery really helps put life into perspective. Is life all about just drawing breaths? Is it all about merely existing? Are we all just playing a part in a definitive cog of the universe? As soon as I started to put my entire existence into question, I stumbled over an uneven piece of rock just sitting in the middle of the way. My coffee was all over the place, my toe was practically screaming for help, the morning dew resting on the grass, gently caressed my face as I tried to gain control. When i looked back, i suddenly had a realisation that sent a chill down my spine. I went into a trance of wonderment and had started walking through the cemetery now. I had just collapsed and spilled coffee on some poor guy’s grave. A little jolt of caffeine would do him good in the afterlife, I guessed. There, in the midst of my spilled coffee, were a bunch of dead flowers. I tried to clean as much as I could to bar myself of the grief of ruining a dead person’s grave. I was about to get the hell out of there as my eyes fell upon a lonely, innocent looking lady. She was old. With one hand on her cane, and the other one gripping a bunch of fresh flowers, she headed in my direction. It took her a while to get there. I sorted my stuff up and stood at a distance so she couldn’t see me. She gently took away the dead plants and placed the fresh ones. As she rose from near the grave, a tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped the tear, put on a faint smile, and started walking in the other direction. I went over to see the grave, and i was left awestruck. The death of Mr. Smith dated back twenty three years from today. This lady has been coming fairly regularly for the past twenty three years in memory of this person. Twenty three long years! #writersofinstagram

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Most of our fears are related to our insecurities and future. We remain entangled in 'what we could be' that we cannot focus on our dreams. #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writersofindia #writersofinstagram #life #thegoodquote #yourquote #trending #quotesgram #thoughts #fear #dreams #future

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: craving hot chocolate right now, decided to write a romantic piece instead 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ ☕️ ☕️ ☕️ the feel of soft marshmallows on my lips, the warmth of frothy hot-chocolate in my belly the sweet punch of sugar & my ever swellin’ heart you embody the scent of cocoa, butter & everything desirable on an ice- cold evening, everything I thoroughly relish. ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ Does this have you craving some too? 😂 #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #womenwriters #evepoetrygroup #thegreyscene #packpoetry #apoeticlove #bymepoetry #untwineme #poets_area #theliberalscript #herheartpoetry #writersflare #bymepoetrylove #silverleafpoetry #heartofquill #poetryglance #inclusivepoetry #globalagepoetry #worldofpoets #thelonenotebook #poetstext #apoetspathway #bleedingsoulpoetry #streetwritersofficial #artistsaffiliations

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जहाँ शिकायतें दिखी तुम्हें, उसके ठीक बग़ल में मोहब्बत थी। जहाँ शोर सुना तुमने, बस वहीं कहीं सुकून भी था। // 📷: @comicmayank #WriteYourHeartOut #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #WritersBlock #WritersCommunity #AspiringAuthor #Expressions #HindiWritings #HindiWritersOfInstagram #HindiKavita #HindiShayari #InstagramHindi #HindiPoetry

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“if you loved me, why did you leave me?” 🥀

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Sunset Palette ... Witness of the bliss, the ones are blessed who wouldn’t miss , moments of sun-kiss, with them, I am one 🧡 - (Not ) A Writer . . . #notawriter #writersofinstagram #poetry #sunsetphotography #sunsetlover #naturelovers #poetrycommunity #positivity #poetsofinstagram #iamapoet #writerscommunity #writers_den_ #writersofig #blogger #explore #poetryblog #originalquotes #lifequotes #positivethinking #positivityquotes

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Don’t let fear make you miss opportunities. Life gets GOOOOODDD outside of your comfort zone 👩🏾‍💻👩🏾‍💻👩🏾‍💻✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾👩🏾‍💻👩🏾‍💻👩🏾‍💻 . . #nanowrimo2020 #nanowrimo #writersofinsta #writerscommunity #urbanfiction #urbanwriters #urbanfictionauthor #authorlife #writinghelp #writer #writerofig #writersofinstagram #writers #writerscorner #writingtips #authorsofinstagram #writerscommunity #writerslife #writersofinsta #writerscircle #author #blackgirlswrite #blackgirlswritetoo #urbanauthors #urbanauthor #indie #indieauthor

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Beyond book aesthetics and reviews, you know what I wanna see more often on this platform? I wanna see you taking your dog out for a walk. I wanna see whether you had a hearty lunch. I wanna see your children, if you’re a parent. Your husband/wife, if you’re married. Your significant other, if you’re happily taken. Your new clothes. Your old childhood photos. I wanna see if you had a great time hanging out with your friends. Or if you took some alone time at a cute café. I wanna see cake, lattes, cute teacups, cake, cake, more cake. Did you get to be one with nature lately? Do you like biking? What’s your outfit of the day? When was the last time you showed your pretty smile to the world? Did reading global news made you anxious? I wanna see you get political. Critical. I also wanna see the memes that cracked you up. Tweets that gave you a good laugh. I wanna see what you’re doing for your mental health. I want you to take care of yourself. Not trying to be nosy. I just wanna see you live unapologetically.

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Seeds Planted In Concrete is a manifesto of the journey every human being takes throughout their life; an assembly of words that celebrates the resilience of the human heart through stages of hurting, feeling, healing and loving. Bianca Sparacino’s first collection of work is one that will speak to the very depths of those who read it, inspiring a will to love, and live. This book features a selection of beautifully hand-lettered poems.

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— another playlist : ) my next post should be more about my oc’s or a short story that i wrote for my creative writing class

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“Beneath Flesh” Eloquent she was To all a prize to be sought after But isn’t it befitting a human To only peer skin deep Because beneath gold exterior Peeling and weak Were mealworms and maggots Scaly tendons And bones hell brandished Like that of a queen carefully placed Upon rotting thrones enchanted She thought naught of graves Adorned in thorn covered masses No, not a wink of sleep lost! Doesn’t she know that glory Isn’t permanent For a fool such as this? And being tirelessly beautiful Doesn’t guarantee Your place of ascension To bliss © @melissa .k.c . . . . . #melissakcpoetry #writing #poetrycommunity #bhfyp #wordsofwisdom #poems #poetryofinstagram #poetry #poetsofinstagram #wordporn #poet #instapoet #writersofinstagram #lovepoetry #poem #love #instapoets #quoteoftheday #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #story #writersofig #poetryisnotdead #writer #poets #poetess #poetrylife #poetryhive #poetsociety #poetryisart


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≈THE FAVOURITE PART OF YOUR TRAVELOGUES≈ Mine looks like this : The point where you think to yourself - "what have I gotten myself into?!", but it's way too late to turn back now. When you're all by yourself, so far from where you left but close enough to know this is where you're meant to be. It's at these points of time where you have to wrack your brains, figure out how to get back on the right path, fix the car/bike that broke down in the middle of the road OR get to your hostel before sundown. This is the point where almost every thing will mostly go wrong but the chances of finding the kindest of people (or mountain dogs in the hills ) to help you out, are ever so high. This is where I see my fear and my passion battle it out; so far, passion has always won. 😉 An instance where I felt this way recently - when we were 2kms from our cottage in chail, hungry, tired and cold - our bike skid and fell. We didn't get hurt but saw an oil spill which was extremely worrying since we HAD to leave the next day to make it to work on Monday. My friend rode the bike down & I,the pillion walked down that stretch, all by myself - wondering why I came so far and how I should've just stayed back in Kasauli. But once I got down, there was an army of warm smiles ready to help us, not because they had to but because they wanted to - from finding us a mechanic, to an old uncle helping us park the bike at his shop for the night, to the staff ensuring we get some lip-smacking food into our systems before we worry about the rest. These are the instances that'll always stay etched in my memory. So for my favourite part? It's the longest way from where you've left. Always. ❤️ . Now it's your turn! Which part of your travelogues makes you feel the best ? Comment below!

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"I'm nothing but a shadow cast by your remains." I start my day at 6am searching for my phone's charger to plug in the saviour of my days and calm of my nights; I take a warm water bath in a humid cube of possibilities and suggestions I never asked; and amidst them, I shave my legs rudely while not caring about cuts and curves; At 8am, I crave for a companion's courtesy of serving hot tea with grilled sandwich, and that craving becomes a longing, turning to a life of lies; I work, work and work for maximum hours in a day, so that work never complains me of not providing deserved attention, for I'm left with the love of work and memories of trust enrolled in my heart that still beats for an ex-protagonist, who now plays a fiction; At 5pm, I open my photo gallery to see if you smiled with me in the pictures, as my wine stained sheets still provoke a gist of your thought, and I badly put ice on my aching elbows that hugged you tight when you were about to leave; I listen to your favourite song, and dance while murmuring along, in a dream of your hand on my waist pulling me closer to feel your love; Before preparing dinner, I wear a tracksuit that you'd gifted me and hug that fluffy flustered toy, for I'm left with what you made me and what you gave; At 8pm, I write a note in my diary that states the pain of a part of my soul, whereby I never expect him to read, for I can't see pain in my lover's eyes; Just when I gulp in the bites of tasteless food, I wish I could live a livehood without memories, so I can disapprove a statement I always wanted to confess, "I'm nothing but a shadow cast by your remains." ~By @oldschool .poetry on the prompt #shadow by @house .of.logophilers #promptbyhol

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Lost in her own world, With harsh truth and wordly pleasures, She rises like the sun, And like that smile on child face after finding hidden treasures.. • • • #captions #poetry #poetsofinstagram #thruanubhutisoul #poetsofig #writersofinstagram #happiness #wordporn #words #microtales

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MAYBE- READ THE ENTIRE PIECE IN CAPTION BELOW Maybe I’ll burn like the sun To hide you, From the night with a million eyes Maybe I’ll turn The miles that separate us Into a wavering sea Flowing past like time To slowly Cascade to the shore To you Maybe I’ll weave The air into a silken thread To tug at us With each drawn breath Pulling us close Maybe I’ll cast The sky into a raging cacophony Of the hues Lent to me by rainbows Forged by your raining eyes Maybe I’ll grow You a frosty forest Where the flowers do bloom But never wilt like those roses Unmarred by The sands of time Maybe I’ll make You a home Inside me Away from serviles Maybe I’ll let You be me one day To love you when I am not around Maybe you would Let me too . . . . . . #poemsporn #poetry #midnightmusings #love #travelgram #mytravelgram #lockdown #home #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram #poetstagram #landscapephotography #landscape #haryana #wellness #peace #photographersofinstagram #photographyofficial #indiaclicks #indiaclicksindia #sunsets

9 hours ago

Happy.. Loved.. Taken.. Blessed.. Humble.. Grateful 🌸✨ How are you feeling today? . . . . . . . . . . . . #lawofattraction #manifestation #manifest #behappy #feelings #spreadlove #solan #himachal #himachalpradesh #writersofinstagram #writer #writerscommunity #appreciation #grateful #blessed #blessedbeyondmeasure

16 hours ago

“When you wait for the right time, you'll never know when it's already too late.” “It is better to wait until you get the right thing, at the right time and in the right place; than to race for the wrong thing, at the wrong time and in the wrong place, for it yields nothing but disgrace.” 🥀