inkandfable670

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  • inkandfable670 4h

    What is the toughest thing to do?
    Doing good to someone without expecting it back.
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  • inkandfable670 18h

    #pastoralpoem


    From the chaotic life of developed plains
    I moved to green rural mountains
    Where air was serene and fresh
    Roads were free from rush
    In that little bucolic town,

    Tranquility, solace I found
    Compresses, Fers and Pines
    were touching sky,
    At night decorated with fireflies
    I can gaze them for age
    From the bench near the lake,

    All music turn mute,when
    cataracts moves on stone
    Tapping sound of horse's hoof
    Clearly heard when you sits on roof
    Listening cheeping crickets,

    Clouds seems so low when
    you stand on peak
    You couldn't catch them ever
    same like dreams,then
    The cool breeze of contentment
    hugs you from behind
    And then your restless soul
    again becomes refind.

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    As I'm enamored with hills ����

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    Clouds seems so low when
    you stand on peak
    You couldn't catch them ever
    same like dreams,then
    Cool breeze of contentment
    hugs you from behind
    And then your restless soul
    Again becomes refind.
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  • inkandfable670 1d

    She covered the bruises
    with her banarsi saree
    Her ambitions are now
    chained with bangles in the
    dungeon of her heart

    Her ankelets croon the elegy
    composed on the death of her soul;
    the lyrics of her dreams that she
    had once watched;

    Sonnets chanted by the chorus
    group who witnessed the
    moment when she was accused;
    the odes that were addressed to
    her self esteem to come back
    as it was brutally murdered;

    Alas! the tunes of those ankelets
    will be remain forever unheard.

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    She still kept smiling with her alluring face
    Because she is a wife and mother.


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  • inkandfable670 2d

    Journey of the sun....

    From the darken sky you born
    Like a newborn from his mother's womb
    Nurtured and cared in the lap of dawn
    Slowly and slowly you grew
    Started taking stumbling steps
    Played in the enormous field(sky),wide spread
    Your tiny steps turned in run
    Leaded you in the mid of sky,

    Where you find yourself brightly shun
    Wanted to rise higher than high
    O! shiny sun always remember
    All awaken must have to go for slumber
    When they find themselves exhausted and
    Their warmer veins get freezed
    O! Sun look at the those high hills
    Where slope begin just with other side of the peak,

    Same thing happens to you
    After passing childhood and youth
    When you knock at door of dusk your
    burning limbs get weak
    And then night (death) wraps you up
    in the darkest sheet
    In a massive grave (night sky) you get buried.

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    Same thing happens to you
    After passing childhood and youth
    When you knock at the door of dusk your burning limbs get weak,and then
    Night (death) wraps you up in the darkest sheet
    In a massive grave (night sky) you get buried.
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  • inkandfable670 2d

    Petunias dangle with the gust of wind
    Seems like maidens dancing in ballroom
    Dressed in gown coloured in violet,
    White, red and pink
    The sun being lazy seeks siesta in noon
    Thick foggy sheets wrap ups the moon
    When Snow and wind befriends with each other
    We grits our teeth and badly shivers
    A huge group of fog block our ways
    And nights are so quit unlike May.


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    Petunias dangle with the gust of wind
    Seems like maidens dancing in ballroom
    Dressed in gown coloured in violet,
    White, red and pink
    The sun being lazy seeks siesta in noon
    Thick foggy sheet wrap ups the moon
    When snow and wind befriends with each other
    We grits our teeth and badly shivers
    A huge group of fog block our ways
    And nights are so quit unlike May.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 3d

    Section A : emotions
    Section B : there's a river flowing inside me

    Dry leaf - depressed soul
    Pebbles, stones and rocks - hurdles of life


    #combination

    Emotions hovering high and low
    There's a river flowing inside me
    Gives my feelings a fluent flow
    Sometimes its just so calm as night
    Other moment resound like a lion's roar
    Pebbles, stones and rocks are its friends
    While cuddling with them mellow melodies run,

    Whether it would be compose or like thunderbolt
    By the wind blown out by mood it gets controlled
    No idea what would happen as it get flooded very often
    And then rigorously smashes all well builted dams
    Whereby sometimes a dry leaf get a shore.




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  • inkandfable670 4d

    If you're on blurry ways
    And not lost even after
    Walking with no care
    Trust me, there is someone
    Planning your each steps.
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  • inkandfable670 4d

    White fluffy pampas
    wiggling across the lake
    Since I was child they
    captured my gaze
    Sometimes I see cluster,
    and sometimes only one
    Whenever I travelled on the
    road passes through them
    Some are standing straight
    like arrogant youths
    While some are bend downward
    like mature in his adulthood
    They dance passionately
    with wanton winds,and
    In the burning beem gracefully glint
    Look like snow basking in moonlight
    And light saffron tint when the sun rise.


    //Seeing pampas during journey teaches me
    You needn't to be always strong and rigid as stone stiff
    To win the war where you're fighting in
    Because you could have conquered everything
    Just with the single weapon called delicacy.//

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    #imagery #wod
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    Seeing pampas during journey teaches me
    You needn't to be always strong
    and rigid as stone stiff
    To win the war where you're fighting in
    Because you could have conquered everything
    Just with the single weapon called delicacy.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 5d

    #imagery

    Blossom Blooming In Cracks.....

    In between the lower edge
    of the brick wall
    Grew a plant of wildflower
    Unwelcomed,neglected
    And unnoticed,

    Lightly trimmed many times
    Many times cutted
    Many times plucked away
    By the owners,as
    It was deforming
    House's look.

    One day someone asked
    After facing severe attacks
    How do you recover so fast,
    She smiled and said:

    If I was placed with careful hand
    In a marble pot
    And showerd me with
    Sterling rain, but
    One day they watered me
    An other day forgot(forget)

    Then what would I do
    While standing in the sun
    Then I have no choice but
    To face droughts,

    And one day when
    I get full dried, then
    they would uprooted me
    With disgusted heart.

    So I'm happy to grew there
    Where silhouette of sun
    Make me to recuperate
    A handful soil helps to restate

    Unbiased rain again turns
    Me into lime green
    Deported dust by deranged winds
    Make me their mate:

    They might crush me,
    My frail limbs and leaves
    But couldn't kill my
    Staunch healing will.

    inkandfable670

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    Blossom blooming in cracks.
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  • inkandfable670 3w

    Hope this make sense..

    #haiku #wod #pod
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    Dew travels for miles
    To win petals for a while
    In sun its guts shine.
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