#musing
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I’m in rush each passing second. Sometime you can see me running with the clouds and next moment I sit modestly like it has been ages. Today is 23rd day of May. Rainy season has been invited at my threshold. I had been sleeping for months, tucked in warmth blanket when winter was sitting in…
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The purpose of each living is predestinedWe are allowed to access within threshold,So that our purpose can be fulfilled. __And it is thought provoking to be an ignorant. By Iyana H.
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Writing is like sorcery, that connects the writer’s consciousness to the exact words, if only the connection is in sync. Sometimes it appears like close doors to all directions. A writer wanders in fog, knocking all the closed doors, the yearning of not getting keys is irksome . Luckily, the doors don’t remain closed for…
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Procrastination isn’t leading to anywhereBut to zilch,Present is always synchronous. By Iyana H.
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On the way to the memory lane There is this sycamore tree And our shadows under it, We moved to south and west The shadows never left their roots. So often I take a short walk The sky is dwindling all blue, I talk to the shadows for hours They never break vows of silence.…
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The mind doesn’t hibernate in despairing situations. The duration of the bitter feeling of setback seems longer than anytime. A part of the mind needs to be free to hunt, the other part desires to be a slave to regrets. The conflict is real as dawn and dusk. So it’s true too that you lead…
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Sometimes maturity hits so hard, We accept both defeat and win gladly. Amalgamation brings an unexplainable version, Futuristic visions emerged vividly from all the edges. By I.H.
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The moment of awakening to my soul’s purpose is a magical history. I don’t wait for the silver moon to bright up the premise of life. All I plant the blinking stars and they make me to sleep in ease for I dream of the blazing sun. Whether the path is long or short, I…