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Nawsheen Muzamil|She'll never quit fighting her demons| Free-willed writer|In pursuit of myself||Kashmiri|

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  • snow_musings 1w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short write-up on Transparent

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    If our bodies were transparent, love would scramble for shelter.

  • snow_musings 1w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word micro-tale on Expectation

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    Expectation?
    No plural.

  • snow_musings 1w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word one-liner on Sleep

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    Sorrow resisted sleep.

  • snow_musings 5w

    Everybody is ready to sacrifice their life, devote it to madness because one calls it the greater level of hurt that one can achieve. Everybody's scared; scared of getting hurt, charmed by the fact that being empathetic is better than being a front end warrior. We live in a world that seeks attention, being called a victim comes to our liking than being a rebel, a someone who reeks of resilience. We bear weak souls, timid wills; building our mind castles that are brittle and lack reliance. We all want to be poets, advisors, preachers but nobody wants to take the fight, live by their oaths, or take that leap of faith when the winds blow against us.
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  • snow_musings 6w

    You think by binding them and restraining them from people you would keep them and that they shall remain with you, forever.
    Knowing if let loose, they would succumb into the temptations of the world even though they are not children.
    You love in fear.
    Balancing a vulnerable heart with the bounds you contain them in.
    Sometimes you ignore their tendencies, the cheeky rebellions as your competitors pass by.
    You console your heart like a pakistani aunt,
    "Give them love they scavenge elsewhere"
    or "a woman should know how to keep her man."
    But is that really the connotation of love?
    Was love meant to be chained?
    Were lovers destined to be insecure?

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    Shrouded in insecurity, fabricated with the likeliness of love, she wanders through the streets of mayhem to make her lover stay.
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  • snow_musings 7w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short tale on Vibrant

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    The truth stood vibrant, stronger than their allegations.

  • snow_musings 7w

    Stop.
    Don't do me like that.
    Mind your words.
    How can you speak like that?
    When words of self defence,
    were labelled disobedience,
    she gave in,
    as darkness took over.
    Numb, speechless turned her existence,
    till life evanesced her,
    Now she lays there,
    like a dried tulip alongside a road,
    Fluttering in the wind,
    Sometimes attended by her patient kin.
    Hopefully awaiting that last wind,
    that would sublime her and her alleged sin.
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  • snow_musings 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word one-liner on Canvas

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    Her painted canvas lest perfect, were real.
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  • snow_musings 9w

    We wove dreams,
    fantasized moments.
    Rejoiced in some,
    and diverged in others.
    And eventually fractured away.
    We never got to live those dreams,
    to explore the possibilities
    or watch our love grow.
    That was it.
    Another tale of love,
    ending before it could begin.
    And knowing we gave it away
    because love was difficult
    in our comprehension.
    In reality,
    it really couldn't survive.
    It missed the ingredient,
    Most important of all.
    Adjustment. Compromise and Selflessless.
    And thus its flares
    Died away.
    You went this far to read it though.
    Have you failed in love, too?
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  • snow_musings 11w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word micro-tale on Laughter

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    The woes escaped into laughter and feelings emaciated.