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"A political love poem You came with the words that every campaign loves to show in their placards, effortlessly rolled on the candidate's tongue long before those election days; coming out with patriotic verses where every full stop cries hooray & claps. My collar bones, those lame duck fail to affirm my head and poetically nominate themselves for becoming the wishbone, to break every time dictatorship choke out the life of Constitution. . And you, the holder of long right portion,always make a wish for the stars and kiss me like an ongoing revolution against those power-hungry-bastards, often busy in painting the whole country with their ideological repression. Yes my love, you taste more like democracy in the land where victory and violence resonate with gun shots,that gambles freedom with far right politics, their clinking glasses sound like forced assimilation and how their maniac laughs eager to reciprocate a victory while gulping down the wine, a different shade of scarlet red mixing with bloods of protestors outside of the parliament. You held onto my hand and your voice, calm & steady in every rally, in every police brutality, during every lathi charge. Your gaze as tranquil as the turquoise pelagian water is enough to creates thunderstorms in my veins & ignite my longing for an unprejudiced regime. . Maybe one day you'll be the head of the ministry and I'll run the opposition.The echo of our voices collide in public and our skins wrap around each other in private. Let's be the legislative members meet every session to make law and meet every night to make love, a high class political scandal, our all time favorite news headline. What do you say?" Caption: @this_slytherin_girl Pic Source- Pinterest (at Caption.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CETiTLklTf9/?igshid=9ai6oro2u31p

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~Caption~ Ever wondered how a painting says a thousand words sometimes Or how does one's painting reflect the intricacies of their soul? A calming horizon that might never be met and a soothing imagination which is always met with painful realisation. And if not realisation, then ignominious situations. Sometimes, the artist just keeps drawing until she deciphers something of absolute beauty and at other times; its the art that discovers the mind of the artist. The insecurities unwrapping her soul and letting go of a lot that might or must not be held onto. "A thing of beauty is Joy Forever." and I guess the scribblings of a pre-schooler to the well thought painting of any artist are all works of beauty. Of Harmony. Of a special Concord that resonates only within the artist and the one who is enjoying the art. We are all pieces of art. Hence, a thing of beauty. Such as this one. Art: @warpeddreams_ #quoteoftheday✏️ #writerscommunity #writerofig #poetsofig #pangsforproses #musings #artistsoninstagram #art #poemsofinstagram #writeup #everyday #dailymotivation #contemporaryart #contemporarywriting #places #bridgetonowhere (at Caption.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEPGHGpFxi9/?igshid=13ovil6fji26u

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Five days after the death of Irfan Khan; I heard about the death of a couple of soldiers and senior Army officer in Kashmir. The former losing his life to a terminal disease while the latter lost their lives to cross-border firing!

While the loss of Irfan Khan came across as a personal loss to Indians all over the world; the death of these few army men didn’t stir up any such emotions.

29th of April 2020: Social Media is flooded with long wonderful messages, beautiful wallpapers and posters quoting wonderful dialogues’ from Ifran Khan’s films and this flooding continues till date! Yet, fast-forward to 3rd May 2020; there wasn’t any such confession of love or respect upon hearing the death of these army-men! What’s interestingly common is the fact that; more than half of us haven’t met either Irfan Khan or these army men!

I saw a few posts; intended to make everyone feel guilty about mourning the loss of an actor over the loss of these young soldiers who sacrificed their life for our safety and security!

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel guilty. But guilt aside, I was more curious about, why people mourn and make a huge cry about the death of an actor/politician or a public figure over the death of soldiers!

Keeping aside the philosophy and argument of who’s life is more important and the attention that it deserves; I really pondered over this for quite some time and might have gotten closer to the answer! I didn’t look up the internet to find empirical evidence for what I feel about this recent observation; but many of you might be able to contest for it’s truth!

Maya Angelou, once said; “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” I believe, that this couldn’t have been more truer in the light of this situation.

Irfan Khan made us feel a plethora of emotions through the amazing characters he played! He made some of us laugh on a bad day, inspired us on a gloomy one and taught us to be hopeful in many! He made us feel things that people close to us couldn’t and in those two-three hours that we watched him; he befriended us and made us fall in love with him!

Alas! all the army-men could do was die! They unfortunately did not have the power and privilege to make us feel anything. But if we could just take a moment to appreciate the fact that we are alive, that all that we are able to feel and experience is because we are alive; and thank all those that made this possible; maybe the death of a soldier might feel personal someday!

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~(Caption) ~ A Choice A choice is a promise, a promise to value something more than anything, at times yourself A choice is an agenda, a fulfilment to be carried out because you yourself entitled it to it A choice is a connection, a connection between your soul and your self-respect A choice is an oxymoron, a harmonious-cacophony and a cacophony-like harmony at the same instant A choice is sometimes a blasphemy, a blind eye to a greater thought And at times its like an epiphany, a real sense of complacency A choice is a validation, one that comes from you for yourself, the one which can never be taken away A choice is a fight, the one you have to just have to be in, not always win, but be in A choice is life, to be lived for and with A choice can as well be death, sometimes instant and sometimes suave. A choice is a line, a line between the good and the supposed good, and the bad and the supposed evil. A choice is a conviction, like a Samurai’s two blades One for the life of others, the other for the life of self A choice is a library, storehouse of every experience in your life. A choice can be enticing, like “The Road not Taken” And sometimes bewitching, like “Daffodils” A choice can be a war and an armament, and sometimes peace and covert militancy A choice is like a closed door, one that opens up to possibilities or dread, which too is a possibility And sometimes its multiple doors connecting to the same room, something like the case of religion A choice is sometimes like a bookstore, a storehouse of all life-changing choices And sometimes, its like a tea-stall, the place where everyone is a judge and executioner. However, a choice is a chance, so you should take it. (at God's Green Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDb_V3sFMgT/?igshid=1jjsqdjq84mod

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They say we cannot choose our family, what we can have as per our choice is our friends. But do we accept them, though? Was it not a simultaneous “mitti” shown with a thumbs up when a kid let us play with his toys in preschool, or when a kid sat beside us on our first day to a new school who loved Power Rangers as much as we did and would spend hours talking about the show? Was it not a great feeling when our bench mate stood up for us in front of our bullies when we were new to a school or an environment? Friendships have started in the weirdest of the situations at various stages of our lives. The friend we bumped into on the first day of our college who turned out to be a great person who you find relatable—the ones in your hostels who made you feel at home away from home. Most of the time we miss school, it’s not actually us missing our school, it’s us missing our friends. The scribblings we drew on the desks together, or the times we ate our tiffins while a class is on which was nothing less than a covert mission. Every memory made. Every moment lived outside of our homes, in schools, tuitions, and what not is associated with our friends. Some of us have been lucky enough to retain friendships longer than we have known how to write sentences. Some of us find it a lot harder to make friends in the first go. However, eventually, we get there because there is one knucklehead like us who just finds us out to make memories with us. Be it from college, school, or workplace, friends have always made our lives easier. Maybe it is the only relationship where duties aren’t in making efforts but in the relationship itself with a tinge of trust and loyalty. Life is more comfortable with friends because this relationship does not have a tag to it, and every relationship with a friendship factor just makes your life a lot easier. Friendship day might just be a day to celebrate friendships, but with friends, life is a celebration every day. In its own way, of course. (Continued in Comments) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDRZQcvFFw7/?igshid=6g2pgrdjjza7

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Caption: So many stars in the sky and I still look for the one we named together that day.. Of all the brightest stars in the sky , you chose the dullest one, absolutely unnoticeable and I asked you why? You said that maybe the star has given enough light for the world and now it's just there to receive light. I didn't really understand what you meant but we named it Ablaze. I'd look at Ablaze every night from my window and think how similar we both felt(me and ablaze), if what you told that day is right. How I felt as if have shredded my shine after you went that morning without giving me goodbye kiss and never returned. You didn't even come back to take your favourite sweatshirt that has almost become my cuddle body now. I keep asking it if it misses you the way I do, it doesn't seem to reply or maybe I can only comprehend words unlike you. Ablaze stands there at the corner and looks at me in my eye. I stare at it too, but I could never understand what made you like it so much, maybe she thinks the same about me too. But we both know what we like about you. How beautiful you are when you haven't slept for nights stargazing and singing songs with cigarette pressed between your lips.. How peaceful you look when you sleep all curled up like a baby and make a face when sun seems to disturb your peace. How alcohol smelled good with you and how you brushed my soul and carved your name when you kissed me. You carried art in your sleeves like it was so easy a way of living. You said I was your muse, and I never knew why! All I knew was I was the mess people talk about and maybe you're the person who looks for art inside a mess. I asked you why all your tunes looked incomplete , you said I won't understand. And I never stressed on it. Well, that's how everything was for you. Incomplete. And so was I without you, drained in all your memories. Caption by: @mhptr_shhruti . . . . . . . #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #pangsforproses #writerofig #poetsofig #lovequotes #lovewrites #couples #star #skyphotography #quoteoftheday✏️ #writeup #loveislove #nothing #healing #writers #inthenameoflove #lovestory #writeingcommunity #griefquotes #eclectic_shots https://www.instagram.com/p/CDMG4zolBDY/?igshid=1k0on8szh6xsm

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Snowy days from one of the most magical lakes on planet earth 🤤

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Magical shot by @mddyelrck 💙

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