Cut! The knife is thrust
there is no blood:
just here it turns
Bitter movement in my bust
there is no pain:
just here it churns
Slight betrayal of my trust
there are no lies:
just here it burns
the haziness of early eves
crawls upon a day pristine
it taints the land of innocence
with awkward tumbling leaves
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
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I believe that listing the quantity of ingredients doesn’t really makes sense with Indian cooking because what’s more important with Indian cuisines is your personal experience and love for cooking . My cooking recipes are written in a quick and easy format and do not follow the orthodox approach of presentation. Get going ….
I dreamed i could fall asleep.
Neither I come to write, nor you come to read. But the truth is: Whenever I write you commune it with your life.❤ ❤
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
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the literary asylum
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an unapologetic look at transracial and transnational adoption
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Personal and professional perspectives on social inequalities, difference and oppression.
I create therefore I am.
Photo, writing.. and other things exploring my mind
"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
The one who has arrived has a long way to go. --Tomas Transtromer
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All what's in a man's mind....
Photography. Life.
It was all fun and games, until the fisticuffs and shenanigans... -Deutschmarc
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almost indefatigable and quietly militant naïveté ...
Poetry, prose, and photos from a mind that won't rest.
" Personne ne naît en haïssant une autre personne à cause de la couleur de sa peau, ou de son passé, ou de sa religion. Les gens doivent apprendre à haïr, et s’ils peuvent apprendre à haïr, on peut leur enseigner aussi à aimer, car l’amour naît plus naturellement dans le cœur de l’homme que son contraire. " Nelson Mandela
A collection of nonsensical words thrown together
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When will we ever learn?: Common sense and nonsense about today's public schools in America.
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but that's okay
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Thank you! And thanks for reading, look forward to reading your posts too
just beautifully said