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Is there a turnaround time for lost things? If there is one I would like a memo, it gets harder to stay positive at every loss.

And also nothing lost has turned up yet.

~vnée

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Every day you take a part of me... not away but to hide, possibly to teach something, but what?

I know I can get it back, but I'm too tired. I feel exhausted, don't want to move...so I don't.

I like that piece you know... So if you could be lethaly cooperative, and not perennial good, I would like it. Obviously only for now, definitely will resent you someday, but, today I will like you.

I anyhow do not imagine a forever for us.

Please return it. I am right where I was 5 seconds ....& one day ....& one year ago.

~Vnée

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Do you remember that young version of yours?

The one who was extremely naive, annoyingly proud, pitifully awkward and yet frustratingly stubborn.

The mix who was infatuated consistently by more mature and controlled version of these attitudes. The one who professed love for their rashly pedestaled idols. The idiot who didn't knew anything about the difference between attraction and love.

But, beneath all this idiocy were some good ethics, hope, morale and benevolence.

They were loyal, even to non-reciprocating nobodies. They blessed whole heartedly and they cursed when truly hurt. They were expressive, didn't shy from their own emotions, and hadn't lost hope in humanity.

Today as some, probably, stupidly pedestal us as idols, I'm pushed to think, do they know....., or they are as naive as us then, that they are far better human beings than we can ever be.

~Vnée

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A Server

You cannot decide the manner of service.

You can only decide whether to serve or not.

And you can only await the fruits while holding absolutely no desire for those perks.

That is true service; to God; to your Loved Ones; to Yourself; to Humanity; to Nature.

~vnée

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It's so amazing to know that even before I woke up, the world was thinking of me, albeit selfishly.

But it's depressing to know that while I was asleep for a couple of hours, my role was decided to suffer in calm, albeit ironically.

~vnée

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“To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

—

e e cummings (1894-1962) American poet and painter

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Hours I spend at learning what I "should" do and hours I spend at dreaming what I "could" be,

but it is all future and my present is same old something I were desperately trying to avoid; "Mediocrity".

~vnée

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One thing people don’t tell you about editing is how freeing it can feel to make cuts. A lot of editing advice goes on about how hard it’ll be to make big cuts, kill your darlings etc. but I think that’s unhelpful framing. It makes writers afraid of this part of editing, when polishing your manuscript should be a joy!

So here’s my hot take: it should feel good to make cuts. Over my last couple of rounds of edits on ‘The Perception of a Poison’ I’ve got rid of over 8000 words—taken out an unnecessary subplot, pruned excess scenes, and trimmed over-clarification, and I’ve got to say, I feel light as air! Of course, cutting things sometimes doesn’t feel good at first (I agonised over that subplot), but you can come round to the idea, and if you still feel bad days or weeks after making a cut, it was probably something that actually needed to stay in the manuscript!

Because people always talked about how hard it is to cut down, I used to think I wasn’t doing enough with my edits, but I realised that was because it felt good, while I’d been conditioned to think it was horrible.

So go on, shape your writing like topiary, and have fun doing it :D

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Often our rage blinds us to things that are important, not just in matter but even to us ourselves. Rage is not bad in itself, in fact, have found it important at various instances and just life in general, yet it has also blinded me; I've ignored many which were important in rage, but no more! It's boundless energy is what I now aim to harness within and for me.

~vnée

#Photography

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Had this day been a dream I might have mused and woke up ahead, but this day is real and actual is its end.... Anxious and bridled with exhaustion and fear. Had this day been not mine I might have advised and walked away wise, but this day is mine and night is the owner..... So I pay rent in soul and crawlers.

~vnée

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BLUE Verse 3 ~vnée . Still posting single stanzas...... Just beyond June In fact July even.... . #instagram #vnée #stanza #verse #blue #struggle #sluggish #blues #introvert #excuses #regret #felt #words #wading #hues #cursed . (at Jaipur, Rajasthan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR7PyD7sUZR/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Coup D’état

Coup D’état Awaeness is our best weapon for now. #Myanmarmilitarycoup

Food, Clothing and Shelter are the three basic necessities of life. The statement has been used as propaganda, idea, slogan and what not, to sensitize and fuel the masses and individuals since ages. However still, before commencing I would take the liberty bestowed upon me for being a citizen of a democratic nation to point that; Food, Clothing and Shelter are the basic necessities of the human…

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Dimensionally

Screams; I was waiting for screams; they have suffered enough pain to scream.

Pain; I was waiting for it to spill; they have suffered enough atrocities to spill pain.

Repulsion; I was waiting for to shudder through; they have seen enough barbarity to shudder in repulsion.

Tears; I was waiting for tears; I was waiting for emotions.

I know of their journey and I know of their trials. I know the unfairness they were subjected to and I know of the dreams that shattered within their boundaries. But I don’t know anything of that event, of that accident, of that moment which made them numb. I know nothing of the pain that was severe enough to rob them of feelings. I know nothing of that act which was blasphemous enough to tear away their emotions.

Often one can hear winds in the lands of barren and silence, but where do the lands of numbing silence could be plotted, I don’t know. Often one can feel the dense white noise in the crowds of loneliness, but where does the non-existent vacuum of mellows could be found, I have never been aware. Except only, I see them now; staring back, eerily; eerie on my part for they are beyond all these matters. These are the trifles of humanly existence and their ties have been severed long ago. They have not forgotten to live; they have deliberately stopped to live. What; exactly what forced them into this suicidal prolong? I might never know.  And I can only hope barely that even they don’t.

There was once when mirth swum in them; there was hope. There was once when they used to grow blood red; there was hope then. Once they even revolted in pure non-commit; that was hope. Today I hope and could only hope for they have forbidden their own selves to commit felony of such nature.

Revival; I want it, in them, within their expanse; of anything and any form; revival I want.

But who and whom?

Her….

The jollier one believes she could. I doubt; but I can hope; I ought to have hope; I must be hopeful.

If she does I would be……

I don’t know what I would be; but I could be something; maybe she would require some form of existence; I could be that if possible; maybe. If she succeeds as the jollier one believes.

~P.By

Shadows 1

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...There...

Roaming around the breadths of Earth, I a living, come across many wonders, no many occurs…hmmm…; some make me “wonder”, yes; some make me ponder, some make me gain, some make me lose, some are amazing, some are downright revolting, some I try myself, some I leave to others, some I observe, some I ignore, somes are many, but none of that sort; one I almost flew over; one I almost ignore; somes are many, but none of that sort;

Somewhere in the beautiful deserts of some beautiful country there were so many huts of concrete and bricks, some were battered and some lavish; it was a city that much I had understood. There were also monuments, towering towers and exotic domes, which adorned these humongous miracles. Surrounded on all sides with vast loose sands, it was like an eco-system, self-sustained. Luxury and humble were breathing together and mediocrity was for once was standing a supporter, the buildings were fostering graffiti, so here even art was honored; there wasn’t an amenity which was scarce in here and still this city felt like a haunted shell of superiors.  

However I couldn’t feel something there; one that was most important source of beauty was missing from womb of this fervor. All was there that is needed to live: air, land and water, but was missing the one which could truly attribute them meaning and purpose. In this city you could roam everywhere freely but free you wouldn’t be from searing pity. In this city you could prepare afest but you won won’t be able to savor it; in this city you could dress pretty and mirrors won’t lie still that you aren’t lonely; in this city there is everything to make one happy but all these even united won’t be able to help a smile make its destiny.

Life was missing. From this town life was missing; not in breaths but in meaning. There were group roaming and bludgeoning and threatening and hollering; these sums of living were only ones living. This city which had been abandoned by even bats and vultures, clearly even dead and rotten were better stationed.

Not living, but Life was missing from this haunted civilization.  

Roaming around the breadths of Earth, I a living, come across many wonders,

no many occurs…

hmmm…;

some make me “wonder”, yes;

some make me ponder, some make me gain, some make me lose, some are amazing, some are downright revolting, some I try myself, some I leave to others, some I observe, some I ignore; somes are many, but none of that sort; one I almost flew over; one I almost ignore; somes are many, but none of this sort;

~P.By

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Foundation Stones

Foundation Stones An introduction to what you'll find shall you stumble upon my blogs in coming months. ~P.By

Roaming around the breadths of Earth, I a living, come across many wonders, no many occurs…hmmm…; some make me “wonder”, yes; some make me ponder, some make me gain, some make me lose, some are amazing, some are downright revolting, some I try myself, some I leave to others, some I observe, some I ignore, somes are many, but none of that sort; one I almost flew over; one I almost ignore; somes…

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Behind that Compromise

Behind that Compromise The Constitution of India bestows Right to Choose upon the citizens of India by way of Article 21. A promised land though; what do these rules mean for women? Explore here this essay. Beware; it doesn't end happy and sappy. ~Vnée

Walking down the street, There is a fork that is waiting: To choose; To walk; There are also some guards, Huge in number; Majorly of one, While other is left to dally alone. The Constitution of India bestows Right to Choose upon the citizens of India by way of Article 21. In my opinion, the concerned right dissected in realist senses, is a fake promise; a feint move; a glorious…

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