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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 206w

    Lying in the garden of miseries
    I draw clouds shaped like hope
    Then you come by and show me
    There's nothing called love, it's a joke
    I pull away from your arms
    I don't want to live like this anymore
    Guess now I enjoy wool gathering
    More than being shepherded around by your grope
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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 209w

    Dear fellow Indians,
    When was the last time you felt proud of being Indian and spoke proudly of your country's glory? When was the last time you felt goosebumps on your skin, every inch of your body proud of the soil it has come from?
    I'm sure it was Republic Day, when you watched the show of power in the parade. Or perhaps last year on Independence Day.
    When was the last time you spoke of politics, and how the government is doing nothing for the country? When was the last time you felt the need to escape attracted by foreign luxury?
    I'm sure it was today. Maybe an hour ago.
    Is that how grateful we are for being born in this beautiful land? Is the country a disgrace or are we? I have met many American and European tourists who are absolutely awestruck by this paradise that we call home. Try to think of India from a foreigner's point of view. Think of all the things they would see and experience only here, and nowhere else.
    India is a treasure trove of fantasies. From Kashmir to Kerala and Kanyakumari, we have been endowed with the most picturesque landscapes in the world. It's a world of wonders and miracles, where we worship millions of Gods and Goddesses and have a rich culture that's knitted together by values. India has everything you need. We have rain, snow, deserts, mountains, sunshine, soil, sand, mist, fire, ice, life, death, everything in abundance.
    India is a cocktail of contradictions. You get to see the very best and the worst of the world here. We were formulating trigonometric identities and mapping the solar system when the world was busy annexing neighborhood lands. India was home to some of the greatest people in history. Valmiki, Vyas, Kalidas, Sant Kabir, Guru Nanak, Swami Vivekanand, and many more. We have complex architectural desgins, astonishingly accurate calendars, most humane and deeply thought out rituals, and most importantly humility and acceptability of change. It's true that we are a bit behind on infrastructure and technology, but we are way ahead other nations in terms of intelligence, values, and spirituality. Can you believe it, that India accounts for only 2.4% of land in the world, but holds 8.1% of its biodiversity? And on top of that, we are one of the most populated countries. Our culture teaches compassion. We love and respect every creature, every element of the earth is worshipped. We are the children of the Sun and the Seas. Strength and resilience runs in our blood. Our motto, 'Vasudhaiv kutumbakam' means the whole world is a family.
    And this was the reason why India was captured and invaded time after time. India was the most beautiful woman on this planet whom lusty invaders tried to possess. But they failed, because this beautiful woman was the mother of some of the most intelligent and brave people, who lost their lives protecting their mother. Subhash Chandra Bose, Veer Savarkar, Mahatma Gandhi, Lokmanya Tilak, Lal Bahadur Shastri, evey person who stood up against atrocity, and each of their followers, I thank them all for I breathe in a free India today. I can flourish, I can grow, I can blossom to my full potent because of these people and I think any set of words would not be enough to thank them.
    But these people had a dream. They had a vision. They were no fools, they knew they could lose everything they have in this fight. They fought for us, this is the future they died for. Now it's in our hands.
    We must stop complaining, blaming, pointing fingers, waving fists. It's true we are still a "developing" country. We don't have good roads, education, employment opportunities, and even basic facilities in some rural regions. We still are divided by caste and creed. Poverty stares us in the face. These issues have to be strategically and patiently dealt with. We will work towards returning the glory of our motherland and making India a superpower again. Your voice counts, evey vote counts.
    Be responsible, be proud, be strong.
    An opinion can change the face of belief, a thought can induce an avalanche of productive actions. Let's not forget who we are. We are Indians.
    Happy Independence Day!
    Jai hind!
    #freedom #independceday #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 209w

    You said I am your moon
    Is that why I keep revolving around you?
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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    I can't write anymore. I can't fathom my emotions and put them into tiny little fragments called words. I can't turn my tears into ink now. Writing is too delicate a task, you have to fabricate little fantasies of fiction that are bestowed with a dark reality;and my mind is a beast so untamed that it's running out of sentences and into the wild horizon.
    I want to scream, scream to the universe at the top of my temperament and tell myself things I never knew. I want to sing the tune of understanding and belonging to nature, where there won't be intruders who can speak a language.
    I want my eyes to be heard, I want someone to look at me and see me for all my vulnerability. I want to tell stories woven with mist and sunshine that cannot be belittled to words. My heart is brimming with emotions that are tender and wild and my mind has become a blotch of logic.
    I cannot write.
    Can you hear me?
    Will you listen?

    #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    I cannot write, will you listen to my eyes instead?

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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    Am I wrong because I'm kind?
    I've always been the one who forgives and forgets. I am the one who always sees the good in others even after being hurt over and over again. I remember birthdays and forget to remember people's mistakes. I offer my sympathies and help to the world when I'm not yet done dressing my own wound. And that's why they call me a fool. But they're wrong. I'm no fool, I see all your white lies and false cries. I see what you want from me. You want my resources, my ability, my aid. But you never want me.
    I see it all. And I often fear that I might become like you: selfish, and conveniently helpful. But I'm no fool, and I won't allow my soft self to be hardened by boiling water. That's because I'm strong.
    I go out of my way to help you knowing you won't even wave back at me the next time we meet. I wish you good luck even though you will be the first one to jeer when I fail. I hope that you never fall though you have always been tripping me over and pulling me down.
    I'm no fool. It's just that I believe in God. I believe that he sees it all and perhaps he made me like this to reduce his own working hours. I'm his angel. I am but a fragment of his magnificent soul. I keep going on hoping that one day you change your ways.
    I have powers that you can't even imagine to possess. I can vanquish the perpetual darkness. A "How are you?" can bring back the sunshine in someone's day. Kindness is a gift, not a curse. And Time will remember.
    ©dr_with_a_good_handwriting
    #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #perpetual #kindness #sympathy #empathy

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    Kindness: a curse
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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    I wished an old friend a happy birthday
    She was happy that I still remember
    But you know how it works nowadays
    I just use Google Calendar

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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    Dearest,
    They say if you complete seven years of friendship together, you know that you'll be friends for life. But I don't think we need that long a duration to figure that out. I knew the first day I called you my best friend that this will last forever. And I am least interested in waiting till forever to confirm, because I'm busy living this wonderful life that's blessed by your presence.
    Days have past swiftly and I never realized how much you mean to me until we got busy in our routine and didn't have anything to talk about anymore. There were times when I doubted that our friendship was limited to school, college, and common friends. I was afraid when our conversation was reduced to Hi and Hello. I was afraid that something so phenomenal as us would be reduced to obligatory Good Morning texts. I was wrong.
    You, my dear, proved to me that friendship doesn't have to be interesting all the time, it doesn't need the drama. Friendship is how I send you selfies without doing my hair, Friendship is how I trust you when I feel things won't be okay, Friendship is what keeps us connected even when there is nothing common between us.
    I can tell you how worried I am about my career, I can tell you how my heart aches after a breakup, I can tell you that I haven't yet recovered from my past.
    At the same time,
    I can tell you how I forgot my keys at home, or how funny the postman was, or how I ruined dinner by adding too much salt.
    I can tell you each and everything about me, more than what I tell my diary.
    And that makes you special and irreplaceable.
    I love you, best friend.

    #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #friend #pod #wordoftheday #friendshipday

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    A letter to my best friend

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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    Women take time to get ready because:
    Is my dress too short? Don't want to be labelled as a slut
    Is my dress too long? Don't want to be called boring
    If I wear something simple, will they judge me?
    If I wear something fancy, will they think I'm trying too hard?
    What if I'm the only one wearing this type of an outfit there?
    If I wear red, will they think I'm being too loud?
    Is my cleavage visible? They'll think I'm asking for it
    If I don't wear heels, will I look feminine?
    If I wear heels, will I be able to walk?
    Should I put makeup?
    Should I just embrace my natural self?
    Is my makeup too simple? They'll think I'm a noob
    Should I put on red lipstick? No, I'll get cat-called
    Is my makeup too heavy? They'll call me fake

    Wait...Should I even go out? What if I get raped?
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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    We are still kids.
    We look for fun in everything, life is a playground.
    We know each other by our first names, and that is enough.
    What groups us is common games, not fast lane names.
    We see each person as a potential friend
    We don't judge by the colour of their skin
    We run, we dream, we kiss the wind
    School, homework, football and art
    Evening games, fights, friendships
    We never break apart
    If you fall, we'll stop play for the day
    But don't tell Mom she'll surely yell
    Can you run the fastest?
    Can you jump the highest?
    Are you the best at multiplication tables?
    They're the hardest
    We're still kids
    We're pure at heart
    We don't care what you're wearing
    Or where your Dad is working
    As long as you don't break our gang rules
    You're welcome, so come on in!

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  • dr_with_a_good_handwriting 210w

    You said we're parallel strings on a guitar
    Look the same, but play each a different part
    You said we'll never meet
    That our love would be bitter sweet
    But with the world I fought
    Now we're tied up as a knot
    ©dr_with_a_good_handwriting