Poetry Prompts: If I Stop Comparing Myself With Others | A Moment That Lives In My Head |
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Poetry Prompts: If I Stop Comparing Myself With Others | A Moment That Lives In My Head |

Poetry Prompts: If I Stop Comparing Myself With Others | A Moment That Lives In My Head | The tower of the lonely castle stands like a finger pointing towards the sky.“That is where I belong: Storms can weather me but never can I be destroyed.– Swetha Sundar If I stop comparing myself with othersThen…

I Feel Free When | I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who | Stress Is That Notification | People Are Like Radio | Calmness Is That Pool
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I Feel Free When | I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who | Stress Is That Notification | People Are Like Radio | Calmness Is That Pool

I Feel Free When | I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who | Stress Is That Notification | People Are Like Radio | Calmness Is That Pool I feel freeAnd full of ecstasy.When I accept my past as history.That can be a lesson to me.But not a shackle ,my present, as a gift, I…

Hope Is That Uber Ride | Before It Gets Too Late | My Ability To Trust Someone | Medicines Cure Diseases, But Only Doctors
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Hope Is That Uber Ride | Before It Gets Too Late | My Ability To Trust Someone | Medicines Cure Diseases, But Only Doctors

Hope Is That Uber Ride | Before It Gets Too Late | My Ability To Trust Someone | Medicines Cure Diseases, But Only Doctors Hope is that uber ride that kindles faith gives energy and boosts the mind to proceed further and go high.– Manju Lata Hope is that uber ride.That makes you take every…

Life Is Completed When | If I Ever Meet A Person Who’s Just Like Me | One Thing That Runs Deep In Our Generation Is | Like A Bird In The Sky | Life Comes To A Full Circle When
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Life Is Completed When | If I Ever Meet A Person Who’s Just Like Me | One Thing That Runs Deep In Our Generation Is | Like A Bird In The Sky | Life Comes To A Full Circle When

Life Is Completed When | If I Ever Meet A Person Who’s Just Like Me | One Thing That Runs Deep In Our Generation Is | Like A Bird In The Sky | Life Comes To A Full Circle When Life is complicatedwhen anyone fights with their own for justice and its cost paid by…

I Am The Ocean | If The Brain Could Communicate | Chess Of Life | Knowing Yourself Is Like | When I Wake Up Late
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I Am The Ocean | If The Brain Could Communicate | Chess Of Life | Knowing Yourself Is Like | When I Wake Up Late

I Am The Ocean | If The Brain Could Communicate | Chess Of Life | Knowing Yourself Is Like | When I Wake Up Late I am the ocean vast and deepContaining myriad treasures and mysteries steep.My thoughts are endless and timeless like the waves galore.And my identity is true and constant like the stretched-out…

An Echo Murmured Back | When I See A Leaf Falling  | The Films Of The Candle |  When No One Waits For Me
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An Echo Murmured Back | When I See A Leaf Falling  | The Films Of The Candle | When No One Waits For Me

An Echo Murmured Back | When I See A Leaf Falling  | The Films Of The Candle | When No One Waits For Me I was trappedIn the midstof my family problemsRestless days and nightsI was going throughSuddenly an echo murmured back,a voiceWhispered in my ears…Be patient,remember the words of KrishnaCome out of the longings,Affection…

We need stories to | The kitchen smells like | The darkness inside me hides | Some morning, I wake up early and tell myself
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We need stories to | The kitchen smells like | The darkness inside me hides | Some morning, I wake up early and tell myself

We need stories to | The kitchen smells like | The darkness inside me hides | Some morning, I wake up early and tell myself We need stories to recreatechildhood and cherish memories.We need stories to inspire and get inspiredwhen the time is really pressing hard,And it seems that all doorsare closed with darkness…And…At that…

There Was Once A Road Through The Woods | …And You Never Know When You’ll Say Your Last Goodbye | I’m Just Tired
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There Was Once A Road Through The Woods | …And You Never Know When You’ll Say Your Last Goodbye | I’m Just Tired

There Was Once A Road Through The Woods | …And You Never Know When You’ll Say Your Last Goodbye | I’m just tired There was once a road through the woodsBeautiful greens provided a soothing shadeCool breeze used to cover the entire area with loveWalking smoothly rejoicing in the woodsBut soon we only destroyed our…

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