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    The colour

    While living my early days
    I could hardly utter a word
    But colours present in nature enlightened me.
    Every colour bought a smile and different images up in head and I created a whole new world there .
    Parents gifted me a colour box
    They didn't have a idea ,
    These colours will bring such a joy to my face.
    With time I grew up
    Analysing everything I found something really horrific
    That terrified my inner artist which was about to born.
    I could see how peoples are specific about colours,
    From my drawing sheets it went to my skin tone .
    Slowly slowly they made me realise your skin tone is only that matters.
    Now they're abusing a colour
    The day will come when they'll abuse nature, the texture it has , the beauty it encompasses.
    What can be more heinous than this ?
    A half group of peoples are facing inferiority complex .
    Never thought this beautiful colours will create a chatoic environment.
    People are ready to kill eachother with no regret
    Soon everything will become pale these lovely flowers will be colourless.
    The water will lose its colour .
    And with time it will lose its meaning
    I hope everyone will stand in solidarity with pain and agony.
    I had a thought one day I'll bring a canvas I'll paint it as such everyone will see the flow of my colours.
    But now my hand are freezed
    They are barely in a position to move
    Im afraid to move my hand over canvas .
    My unfinished painty will remain like that forever
    All my thoughts about colours are washed away
    Heart wrenching and breathlessness all around..
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    Darkness

    I used darkness to hide my cursed soul
    I may be look bright to you ,
    But more I'm burned and exhausted from inside .
    Meanwhile darkness used me and potrait how pious darkness is .
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    Pillow

    Every time pillow records
    Your partial dream you see every night .
    It acts happily when you smiled
    And cried at wretchedly unhappy.
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    Her eyes

    She has a ocean in her eyes ,
    You don't know its depth ,
    How you'll comment on her pain.?
    A glass of water taken form ocean doesn't effect it's consistency,
    You'll never know her distrubted soul unless and until you're courageous enough to swim in it ,
    Waves are so high that will eventually drown you ..
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  • _pen_section_ 105w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word micro-tale on Space

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    My diary has a separate space for you ...
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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Laughter

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    Laughter used to enlightened the soul ..
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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Solitary

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    Solitary you fall , solitary you rise ..
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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word micro-tale on Dull

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    Flower blossomed in dull chatoic days ..
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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short write-up on Myriad

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    Myraid of butterflies encircling my garden kissing every single flower ..
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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word one-liner on Helpless

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    Observed birds become helpess in autumn..
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