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  • just_another_wallflower 15w

    He ran across the road , climbed the tree , risked falling off the branch to pick that pretty flower just to admire it for sometime and then crumble it and forget about it !! Why on Earth are people always chasing things they can't value ! Why are there more chasers than keepers ? Why? Why does the excitement of chasing always overpowers the contentment of valuing , preserving and keeping ? Why ?
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  • just_another_wallflower 16w

    Missing

    Have you ever missed the person sitting right in front of you! Like missing the person they used to be , missing those sweet nothings , missing their care , and missing how their words used to co-ordinate with their actions. How they used to understand without you having to explain! And now he sits right in front of you repeatedly saying the same words for which you fell , but nostalgia hits u when you don't feel the same warmth hearing those words from him , it seems so empty now! U feel me?
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  • just_another_wallflower 16w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word one-liner on Passion

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    Letting go of sleep, to get closer to your dreams

  • just_another_wallflower 17w

    Words

    There's this one flaw about words;
    They lie so authentically that you sometimes fail to see if actions are coordinated as well
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  • just_another_wallflower 22w

    When life gives u lemons,
    Squeeze it in warm water ,
    add some honey
    Gulp it down,
    Burn the damn calories!!
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  • just_another_wallflower 23w

    From the writing prompt

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    The hostel food reminded that even mamma's simple khichdi used to be so delicious !!
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  • just_another_wallflower 23w

    First two line inspired from the scribbled stories��
    Rest is my own content �� #pod
    @__neil @dreamy_eyes @just_a_wanderer11222 @petrichor_tales @samridhi_mahajan

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    My feet hurts from the
    number of shoes I try to fit in
    Even though I already know
    which one fits me perfectly
    Just in the hope of finding something
    more elegant
    But will the elegancy be worth it
    Or will I end up getting hurt
    While trying to flaunt its
    elegancy in front of the world
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  • just_another_wallflower 23w

    silent eyes sometimes have a lot to say
    P.S ..it's an old sketch I drew..m so sorry that i ruined it��.. should have been more careful

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  • just_another_wallflower 23w

    The sweet lies your lips told
    made me overlook the truth,
    your eyes did behold.
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  • just_another_wallflower 23w

    I can't take credit for this work ..for it is fully plagiarized content from @bosslady_here urf #rae_pathak

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    3 A.M heart to heart

    It was an unusually rainy night of September.We were on video call which has become a habit since a few days. All we were doing was looking at each other and just exchanging few words coz it's awkward to call and not talk. You said that you just wanted to look at me. And me? Well all I wanted was your presence , but more than that I wanted to listen your thoughts. I can listen to you even on text now . Well I m a text person and u know that ..and when we don't text I write about you love .
    The rain reminds me of home and suddenly nostalgia hits me. For all this started when I was home where all I did was text you. Nowonder texting you had become my habit or just an escape from my own mundane world I had created around me. I remember so many not so important things u said along with your favourite things. You talked about Animes ,and the TV series u loved and the places you'd love to visit , about how bike rides thrill you. You asked me to watch a few of those shows which I never did. When would I , when all I wanted to do was chat with you. The breeze blew in through the half opened window and the specks of light entering illuminated my little room just like the mere thought of u lightening up my world . It is beautiful - the room , the weather , the rain and you. I looked at your face flashing on the screen of my phone and felt enough , like this is all I want to see tonight. Your brown orbs so deep , it was soothing and scaring me at the same time, I was fearing that I might drown deep in that pool and never return to being me. I kept running my fingers feeling your skin through the phone's screen. You told me how you absolutely wouldn't drink , Haha not even chai . But said that you'd get them every morning for me. We talked about our future like we are meant to be together forever , but forever is a long time ain't it , so I told you not too dream too much for it hurts when dreams shatter. But you told me it's all hypothetical and let's just enjoy this moment in the hypothetical world and the. started talking about how you'd shower me with love and pamper and protect me like m the delicate flower. And then I kissed you over the phone coz I felt so much of love for you. Then you asked about mine. I cut the call and started to text coz I find it difficult to voice my feelings, I rather pen them. We talked for some hours until it was late at night , and then you insisted me to sleep even though you wanted to talk, just because I had classes to attend. Why do you care so much? Y are you such a beautiful soul?? And then I reminded myself how sometimes we come across something so beautiful that they hurt - like walking all the way through the jungle to reach your favourite waterfall , getting drenched in that ice cold waterfall in the freezing winter not caring about your feet going numb because of the freezing water, leaving people for a new adventure, looking at the old album of forgotten smiles , listening to your old favourite song that drowns you in the pool of nostalgia, and you. And you, dear love , are the most beautiful. And you , dear love, hurt the most for the mere thought about leaving or hurting you hurts me. There were so many times when you told me how you loved dogs over humans and about the places you wanted to visit , and then you'd tell me that you wanted to visit those places with me and how you wanted to go on a bike ride with me ,then you'd say how much u loved me and how u've never loved anyone like you love me . And I'd fall in love with you over and over again and then reprimand myself and try hard to prevent myself from falling too deep that it'd be impossible to return . Sometimes I wonder if you love me too. But then I know you do . But then I wonder if you love me or the idea of loving someone like me . An idea of loving a 'flight risk with the fear of falling' . Idea of healing my insecurities . Maybe you like things in little infinities rather that getting the whole of something. Maybe you love me in fractions rather than in my entirity. Or maybe my insecurities are talking too loud. Maybe you love me in my entirety . I know you do. Because those little things you do makes me believe that you do. But then I get scared too, what if m not capable of giving you the love you deserve. But still I love you more than I have ever loved.