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Breathe in We are so used to involuntarily breathing That we never care to see Whether the oxygen we breathe depletes Only to realise it when the scarcity hits us Like a metal ball thrown at our chest And our chests contract, our lungs choke And we are left panting for breath Breathe in. Breathe out. We burn things we hate Things we don't want to face again Breathe a sigh of relief But we don't care for the oxygen Because we know the oxygen doesn't burn It doesn't feel pain It just gets consumed Breathe in. Breathe out. Consume. We never care to think How the oxygen manages to survive How it comes back to us Even after we take it for granted And consume it as if it is an endless river The cycle was taught to us in school But we choose to forget it selectively Like everything that came printed in textbooks Breathe in. Breathe out. Consume. Forget. There is awareness now About the scarcity of oxygen in the air But no one actually cares about The person who is or once was So essential for their survival, for their life That they named them oxygen Because human beings are easy to replace And hence we never care about them Breathe in. Breathe out. Consume. Forget. Replace. We move on with life With our fresh source of oxygen Because no one ever cared about The empty container which once was filled With things they consumed to survive We would have cared If it was a inanimate dead body That we had to dispose But disposing off a person dead on the inside Is as easy as throwing off an empty container In the garbage bin on the road Breathe in. Breathe out. Consume. Forget. Replace. Move on. . . - The Obsolete Poet //Oxygen// . . Image : Album cover of Oxygen by Aghonya . . "Hawaaon se jo maanga hissa mera To badle main hawa ne saans di Akelepan se chhedi jab guftagu Mere dil ne aawaaz di" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I want to visit The deep woods in Alaska And see the magic bus with my own eyes, Breathe in the feeling of being free in the wild Just like once Christopher McCandless did I want to wear The Guy Fawkes mask one day But unlike the masks people wear Just to hide their real self I wish to wear a mask that Symbolises something more than just me I want to carry forward the meaning of it, Bring about a revolution And take down the fascist government Bring about Anarchy I want to take a boat or a ship Get onboard a few friends And conquer the rough seas Just like Luffy dreams of Being the king of the pirates Even I dream of a day when "kaizoku ou ni ore wa naru" ( I will become the king of the pirates) Just a freeman on the seas I dream of carrying forward The ideas that my heroes gave me And it's the least I can do to thank them For turning me into the person I am today And even if I die mid way I would die with a smile on my face Because there is nothing more fulfilling Than knowing I died living my dream I dream of writing a book someday With an idea so powerful That one day it would inspire someone Just like my heroes inspired me, To dream of keeping my idea alive Because although ideas are bulletproof But they can surely die, if forgotten . . - The Obsolete Poet //Ideas are bulletproof// . . Image : Google . . "Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I love to see people in places Where we don't usually imagine them to be Like a metalhead at a classical music concert A doctor smoking cigarettes at the tapri Or a Pakistani and an Indian sharing food at work I love to see things in places Where we don't expect them to be Like whiskey kept in a jar A vintage door in a smart home A wild flower in a bouquet Or just a temple next to mosque Because these things are reminders to people That humanity can rise above stereotypes And that there still exist People who think differently People who dream of a change And although we tend to murder change As soon as it has been conceived The very existence of such people Who fight against all of humanity To keep change alive Is the only ray of hope we have That humanity can still evolve And someday we will build a city On the graveyards we call home for now . . - The Obsolete Poet //Wind of change// . . Image : Album cover of Wind of change by Scorpions . . "The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away) In the wind of change" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

Everytime I meet someone new With whom I can converse on topics That I usually keep hidden deep within me Beneath all the general and formal ones I feel overwhelmed Because there are always so many things to say That I have kept hidden in me Waiting for the right person to arrive Who would share the same emotion for that topic And I can't decide the right order to speak I keep fumbling like a baby Speaking its first words For I think that's the only time I have with them And I have to make the most of it And in between the pauses I take I stop my speech to gasp for air But in those split seconds My mind manages to create an itinerary Of all the things we can do together And draw a map of all the topics we can explore While my heart on the other hand Collects flowers and decides the songs For the funeral of a relationship I just found My mind keeps telling me That I should always keep something For the second time we meet But my heart never believes it For it has seen people leave Sometime days, sometimes months before The date predicted by mind And amidst all the turmoil I end up forgetting what I am speaking about I keep switching from one topic to another As if I was a trapeze artist And in the end I destroy another conversation Which could have been the perfect one And just like the past I push the topic deeper inside me Waiting for the next chance To turn it into a perfect one . . - The Obsolete Poet //Versus// . . Image : Album cover of Versus by Pearl Jam . . "khilate hain gul yahaa, khil ke bikhar ne ko milate hain dil yahaa, mil ke bichhadane ko" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimo (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I don't care that the government Is developing the country Building relations with other nations Taking efforts to bring back laundered money I don't care about respecting the government If all of this comes along with a collateral damage Of passing laws to subtly oppress the masses Tell them what to eat and what not to Whom to turning their followers into bigots Or taking support of racists I give a fuck to the government If they keep mum for days When people come up with protests In supports of racists When people lynch and burn others Because they don't follow their religious rules I give a fuck about the people Who try to bring down Those who dare to voice their anger, Label them anti nationalist Just to feed their moral ego I give a fuck Because the government is slowly eating for lunch Whatever harmony that's left now And it's high time, That the government needs to know That they can't do this And moreover not in my name I give a fuck I think you should too Because if we don't Then even India will turn into Nazi nation soon . . - The Obsolete Poet //Government is not the solution to our problem, Government is the problem// . . "Fight for the right, for our rights For our lives, you cannot run the nation so, f**k you You've got the nerves to exploit all the ones Who rely on your bullshit plays" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimo (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I have been smoking cigarettes Since I was sixteen As much as I don't wish to enable others to smoke I don't wish people to tell me not to I understand The love, care and concern People have for me or just claim to have But I can't comprehend How they don't understand That they aren't the first to tell me My neighbor who saw me smoking And complained to my mom Like a 5 year old kid My mom breaking down in front of me Because she feared that I would become A drug addict, an alcoholic and a thief in the future The random uncle on the street Who counselled me about the ill effects My friends who isolated me for days And now are smokers themselves They don't understand That I would have left smoking or at least reduced After all these years, if I wanted to They don't understand How a person can burn away their lungs Slowly, for a calmness that lasts for a few minutes And a craving that returns within a few hours For they don't see, That sometimes burnt lungs Are better than broken bones and cracked doors That I would have otherwise slammed In anguish and despair That sometimes choking myself with smoke Is the best I can do to fill the void inside me I tried to scream at the top of my lungs But my lungs were too weak And all I could do was whisper Like the gentle breeze blowing in field So now every time Someone tells me to quit smoking I don't scream in whispers I just light a cigarette to let them know That I don't care if my lungs collaspe Because they won't understand Why I prefer smoke over air . . - The Obsolete Poet //Smoke// . . Image : Live album cover of Live songs by Leonard Cohen . . "I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide With no alarms and no surprises" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimo (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I wonder How we are shaping the current generation Who have just come out of school And suddenly started taking interest in politics I wonder If we are shaping them To grow up as a confused generation Who won't be able to differentiate between What's right and what's wrong For they wouldn't understand at first If what they learnt in school was actually true After all, they would be hearing ministers tell them That the Wright brothers weren't the first To invent the aeroplane, That the birds don't copulate Endorse treatments for cancer using cow urine Rewrite history and science for them I am sure that the next things on the list Would surely be That the dogs don't bark The cow actually speak to us in an ancient language And that Indians were the first to contact aliens Probably during mythological days Our textbooks shout principles of rational thinking And the need to question everything But when the younger steps out in the real world They would see people who do so Being killed, oppressed and silenced I wonder If we are shaping the younger generation To follow things blindly Based on the principle of 'Majority is Right' I wonder If we are pushing back the progress of society To the dark ages, in the name of development . . - The Obsolete Poet //Next Generation Children// . . Image : Split cover of Next Generation Children by Suffering mind and Matka Teresa . . "Who gets the blame, you get the blame and I get the blame. Who gets the blame, you get the blame and I get the blame, but do you think we can fly? Do you think we can fly? Do you think we can fly? Well I do, I do... FLY!" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimo (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I wish to die like every other person Who thinks that they don't belong here Who thinks that their life has no purpose And that life overall has no meaning at all Nihilism, you may say, But it isn't that simple I wish to die but without being given a notice That would be painful you see You can keep a knife on my throat and slit it open You can run over me with your car Or throw me off the terrace of a 15 storey building You can kill me too, I won't protest As long as it is swift And you don't give me enough time to contemplate Because with the knowledge of the time of death Comes a responsibility of accepting it Knowing that you have little time To do whatever you procastinated all this time I wish to die but I can't accept my death But people who live their last days Knowing they have few days or weeks to live Are the strongest amongst all And as much as I claim to be strong I will never be as strong as them I can claim to romanticise death Write poems about it But I will never be able to accept it . . - The Obsolete Poet //Death// . . Image : Ep cover of Death by Mastiff . . "Maut, jeene ke liye zaroori hai yeh Maut, kaise ban gayi majboori hai yeh Maut, lamhe ruk jaate jab yeh aati Maut, saanson ko baahon mein leke jaati Zinda hoke mar gaya, main marke zinda ho gaya" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimo (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

The moon looks beautiful tonight It is beautiful everyday of the year But tonight it's different It feels like tonight it yearns to belong Like the one a person has When separated from their lover for years The moon looks beautiful tonight I am sure you do too But just like the moon tonight Yearns to be with someone but not the stars Even I yearn to be with not that which I have But with you, who is as distant to me As the sun is to the moon I wonder if all the cigarettes I smoked To let go off your memories Clouded the sky so much That tonight, you can't even see the moon Because either way, You won't understand the yearning of the moon Just like you never could understand My yearning for you The moon looks beautiful tonight It is beautiful everyday of the year But tonight it's different Because it misses the touch of the sun Just like I miss yours . . - The Obsolete Poet //Under the crescent moon// . . Image : EP cover of Under the crescent moon by Barely Legal . . "I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

Protests happened before Independence They haven’t stopped till date We have only managed to change the cause But the need for one was never eradicated Back then, before Independence It was very much different People knew what they were outraging against And the anger flowed in their veins They didn’t have social media back then And hence, the need to click selfies, Pictures with the banners Or…

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Protests happened before Independence They haven't stopped till date We have only managed to change the cause But the need for one was never eradicated Back then, before Independence It was very much different People knew what they were outraging against And the anger flowed in their veins They didn't have social media back then And hence, the need to click selfies, Pictures with the banners Or with their friends in the frame The need for social media validation Didn't exist before Independence Their anger didn't dilute midway into the protest They never paused it to pose for profile pics They never gathered together not knowing for sure What they were protesting against For they could empathize with other's pain And they knew that fighting for what's right Is more important than any kind of social gain The things common back then and now One - the oppressors divided the people Made them fight amogst themselves Two - Branded the protestors anti nationalists, Charged them with sedition, sent them to jails People change, causes change Times change, but not everything changes with it . . - The Obsolete Poet //Things never change// . . Image : Album cover of Things never change by Hellrad . . "Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'." . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

They killed a boy in the streets For he belonged to a different community He screamed for help from the on lookers Loud enough to make their skin hair rise Not enough people could hear his voice They killed a dog, dropped him from the terrace Watching it wriggle in pain Bathing in its own blood Until its yelps muffled down with its breath Yet not enough people could hear its voice They raped a girl on a busy road She fought, she screamed People shot it on camera Ironically to show everyone How bad the situation for girls have become Yet not enough people could hear her screams They bombed cities, they waged wars They killed innocent civilians who opposed The military entering their homes To search for nuclear bombs Yet not enough people could hear their shouts You always have enough people in the world Who can bring about a change Fight the wars others died fighting Or were just a victim who died For no fault of its own But only because of its name You always have enough people in the world But only if they could hear the screams Only if they could feel someone else's pain . . - The Obsolete Poet //Never Enough// . . Image : Single cover of Never enough by Epica . . "Humse na dekha jaaye barbaadiyon ka sama Ujdi hui banti mein yeh tadap rahe insaan Nanhe jismon ke tukde liye khadi hai ek maa Baarood ke dhuen mein tu hi bol jaaye kahan" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I always believed that I was born With the characteristic of rejecting Every law, every statement, every belief That I was fed via any medium I would always reject first Instead of blindly believing in things Then start to ponder over it Try to find out reasons And if my mind could justify it I would believe That also meant that I was never into Self development or even motivational stuff Because I never found any sense in them I never could reason with something That I never felt affected me Not even tickle my mind But then I came across a thin fictional character Who would shout ' Kaizoku ou ni ore wa naru' He never learnt to bow down He never learnt to leave his friends away And in time it became a part of me Without reasoning, without thinking He is just a David Fighting all the Goliaths in his world But then again David and a Goliath Never inspired me But this does To the extent of which It motivates me every day A person who never felt motivated by even life Or even for that matter death But that doesn't mean That I don't believe I was born to reject I just take this case as an expectation Until the time, I come across a few more . . - The Obsolete Poet //Mugiwara no Luffy// . . Image : From Anime X wallpaper app . . "Through it all, Through all the troubled time, Through the heartache And through the pain. Know that I Will be there to stand by you, Just like I know you’ll stand by me. So come on board and bring along, All your hopes and dreams. Together we will find everything That were looking for. There is always room for you, If you want to be my friend. We are! We are On a cruise! We are!" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

You and I, we have a relation That no one can ever understand, Not even us I can try and put it in words But how do I put the soul into it For if it was just about my soul I would have sacrificed it But I can't even dare think About sacrificing your soul Just to explain how difficult our relationship is Our relationship is more like That of a smoker and the cigarette On some days you are the smoker Slowly burning me just to calm yourself And on other days I am the one who consumes you For my pleasure We just signed up for each other Even when we knew deep inside That we were slowly poisoning the other Until the day we finally kill one another Yet on some days We look into each other's eyes And see love in it Maybe we convince ourselves That it's for us Or maybe it's exactly how it is supposed to be You and I, we have a relation That no one can ever understand, Not even us . . - The Obsolete Poet //Consumed by your poison// . . Image : Album cover of Consumed by your poison by Despised Icon . . "Hate heals, you should try it sometime Strive for peace with acts of war The beauty of death we all adore" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I secretly wish that one day My future self would walk up to me And give me spoilers about my life Not everything I am going to do or say Just the important events that will affect me Nothing like the clairvoyant down the street, The relatives who have a contradictory opinion On every decision I take Or the priest who claims to know The unknown language written On my palms that they call destiny But more like my friend who tells me about All the sad moments, the deaths in the anime I am currently watching Whether my favorite character will live Or will struggle through his way My friends don't hate me enough That they conciously attempt To take away an experience from me But they understand that my anxiety Always triggers while watching Or doing something passionately I wish my future self would Just hop into a time machine like Dr. Who And come down to say hello Probably with a bagfull of spoilers We would sit at my favorite bar And get along over a few drinks Talk about things that are going to affect me And probably reduce my anxiety about life a bit But then again I also wish That this wish doesn't come true And if the time comes to make a choice I would just ask my future self to shut up Because what would be life If I knew everything that would happen to me After all my life isn't an anime Where I would be sure to have an happy ending . . - The Obsolete Poet //Be careful what you wish for// . . Image : Album cover of Be careful what you wish for by Aug . . "Khwabon ko boontey chale, kirdar saare naye Yeh manzil, kaarwaan, ek khoyi kashti" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

When our mutual friends meet us They look up to us as relationship goals They feel we are the best for each other And they say that it's because of us That their faith in love was restored For our friends feel that We can understand each other Like the bees and the flower Look after the other when no one else is around Just like the idea of a perfect relationship We both laugh it off And they think we are bad At accepting words of praise But deep inside we both know That they can't see through The porcelain masks we wear But when we look at each other We see a mirror instead of a face A mirror which shows us the reality we live And not the facade that others see All through daytime We pretend that we are all right That we are made for each other But under the moon We realise that the other's demons Are something that we cannot fight So we just slip into the comfort of our blankets And become strangers in the night . . - The Obsolete Poet //Strangers in the night// . . Image : Single cover of 747 (Strangers in the night) by Saxon . . "Try to get a message through We were strangers in the night Both on separate flights Strangers in the night Going nowhere We were strangers in the night" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

I wonder what it's like To build a city, house by house Wall by wall and brick by brick Cemented so well that we claim It would never be destroyed I wonder what it's like To climb on top of the tallest standing building In a city that has been devasted by a calamity And see the entire city in ruins I wonder what it's like To clear the rubble and the bodies trapped under A building that came crashing down Because someone cut down its pillars And breathe mourning every second I am sure we all have done that metaphorically Built a city in our head Claimed it would last forever Helplessly watched it being destroyed And looked at the ruins From atop the tallest structure that's left Cleared the rubble to look for any memories That are left and not yet dead Tried in vain to revive them While breathing death every moment Maybe it is much easier in our head Or maybe it's as devastating as seeing ruins In place of what once used to be a city But in both cases There is one thing that's common We never abandon them Instead we try to build a new one From the things left behind Sometimes we end up building An even grander city Or sometimes we just build a house With thick walls Just big enough to shelter us . . - The Obsolete Poet //Corpses and Ruins// . . Image : Album cover of Corpses and Ruins by Sallow . . "Boondon se hi, toh hain wahin Baandh lenge leherein Peron tale jo bhi mile Baandh lenge hum" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

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