bohemians-world

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Your calloused palms are supposed to caress skin wanderlust in the colours of rainbow swirling in the glass alongside red wine.

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I carry our agonies in the sides of my waist to promote peace in your heart.

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I am an abandoned soul till someone adopts my heart.

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Peacock's fur soaks dry/

ill fates through my drenched palms/

bookmarks , tragedy

-bring peacock's fur bookmarks for hazel

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Acrylic colours/

on the canvas of artists/

paint me , sake of art

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But do you hear me?

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//Too human//

-hazel_grac.e

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Things I wanted to say but never did piled up as junk embracing the locker where my sister saved jewels made of our father's sacrifice and her independence for her marriage. So is marriage supposed to scrape happiness out of our skin?

-Hazel and her unanswered questions

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Pictures of purple balloons contrasted on chocolate brown wooden doors empathizes with people better than me.

Muffled voices of another diseased story echoes behind them to amalgamate with tears and footsteps in the lobby.

-Hazel and her imagination outside operation theatre

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Gold moidores borns

heal my body/become rich?

slash my veins - be rich

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Uncertainity

crawls on blue-veined skin : diverged

till it clasps my neck --- !

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//Things of childhood I carry in my heart//

-hazel_grac.e

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//How I spend the 24 hours of my day//

-hazel_grac.e

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1. My younger cousin tells me to spell colours and days. I spell them letter by letter , each letter a blood stain visible on their red bedsheet until I wash all of the red and make it white at the end of the week. Every night I bite onto the bedsheet to hush my muffled cries and it leaves the taste of detergent that bled to wash dried bloodstains.

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//Diverse tastes of pain//

- hazel_grac.e

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And sometimes you can't stop yourself from expecting the impossible.. And your expectations have mastered the skill of disappointing you really well. But anyways we are humans above all the quotes, thoughts, poems and memes .. No warning can stop us from having a little bit expectation either from ourselves or from people or things around us and sometimes it's destructive , but mostly it is a human tendency and disappointment is a part of it. Also with time we unlearn the art of expecting the impossible and accept the reality ..so Bravo!! To us ❤ . #expectationquotes #expectationvsreality #expectationshurt #poetryforsoul #poetrytoliveby #poetrytothepeople #writingfromtheheart #writersocietyofinstagram #writersblock #writersfollowwriters #artlixirpoetry #aestheticpoetry #artpoetry #darkpoetrypoem #darkpoetry #highthoughts #penpower #writinggoals #poetryinmotion (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE10i6JFFKT/?igshid=19ma1im507k4k

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READ THE CAPTION🥀 . I have heard of people dying My own people, renowned people , people dying on streets and out of diseases.. But I wonder how would it feel like to die? To take the last oxygen just a second ago, like the last seen on whatsapp If they really knew this was the last second , If they reverse counted in milliseconds before dying , I have heard that people get flashbacks before dying, how does it feel? To revise life : the beauty and the regrets? Is it like the first drop of rain that falls on the earth, when we know it's been cloudy but never knew how it would rain? How do people die ? As their soul leaves their body , And if that makes their soul cry for leaving it's safe home ; the body What if they are bound to leave coz it's no more safe ! what made the soul leave the body? What does soul craves for to live ? While we write Rest In Peace , how does it reach them and does it really keeps them at peace after death if they have never been peaceful while alive? What does death really mean? Is it soul leaving a body , never waking up to see the loved ones , blooming of a new plant on old leaves or just a Peaceful sleep after a long tiring day ? Why do people kill themselves if all they wanted was to really live ? So I wonder what does it take to die.. A thought of eternal relief ? a frustrated body not cooperating with soul ? Peaceful sleep ? Too much of unwanted pain ? Or an inevitable truth? //How would it feel like to die?// . Follow @_arpita_mahapatra_ . #aestheticpoetry #aesthetic #poetry #urdupoetry #poetrylovers #urdulines #urdu #urduquotes #urdulovers #pakistan #karachi #sadpoetry #poetrycommunity #lahore #aestheticedits #islamic #heartbroken #urdupoetrylovers #viralpoetry #urduwords #tiktokpoetry #lovers #poetryofinstagram #poetrylines #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn #saqi #rawalpindi #poetryislife #artlixirpoetry (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEy7YTXFPcE/?igshid=qem2wz3vkwhu