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He is the one if, He makes me laugh when I don't want to. He is the one if, He makes me do crazy things just for the fun of it. He is the one if, He supports you more than anyone. He is the one if, He doesn't leave you through whatever life offers. He is the one if, He can make you mad yet you can talk to him about it. He is the one if, He makes you want to cry for how much you love him. He is the one if, He just makes you smile just with his face in your mind. He is the one if, He makes your stomach curl when you see him. He is the one if, He makes your heart warm just with his smile. He is the one if, He replies with more enthusiasm than you when you say "I love you". He is the one if, He is just "if" and never continued with "but..." 💕 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #lockdowndiaries #instapoet #stayhome #spilledink #wordgasm (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CALTPRflZjS/?igshid=ylfbzne0hw77
2 years ago • "Do you think birds have a language difference as we do like one language for one species?" Vigyan asked. "Maybe, but I think they'll all be bilingual since they keep migrating or they just talk in the same code that is the same in all the regions," Chavvi said scribbling some notes. "Well, there's code in everything for the data scientist. Even now you're figuring out some algorithm." "If the university gives me permission to cut open their brains and check it. I could give some promising result without any algorithm." Mridula said drinking her coffee. "Hey, Vig! You could shoot some for me. I'll get the Grant and permission from my University." "That's just cruel, Mrid! You're a neurologist for God's sake. Not Dr. Mengele," Chavvi said while Mridula chuckled. "And Gyan, their voices in the morning are just... There's a word for this. Yeah! So calming like some sort of magic! Don't you dare shoot them." she said gazing at the birds returning home. "Hey! I just build weapons. I don't use them in real life," Vigyan said defensively. "By the way guys, the only magic in this world is science. Everything is explainable," Mridula countered. "Everything that isn't cut open, decoded or the concept of "God" Chavvi believes in." Everyone laughed. "I just know that there's something balancing the universe. Some power and I call it God while you call it a Force. Just different perspective. We don't know who's right," Chavvi said packing up her things. "Yet and you call it "Kanha"," shrugged Vigyan. "Fine! Let me know when you've discovered the "Force" and name it. I'll worship it," Chavvi said sipping her tea. Though what they hadn't discovered was the two men wearing long coats, listening to their conversation intently without drinking their--now cold--coffees. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAS7QSmF5Na/?igshid=1qtn7tcxtx3bx
He was running when I first saw him. Butter on his mouth, filled with laughter. When he looked at me, I could feel every pore in my body grow warm. His smile felt as though I understood him, yet I couldn't fathom him. "Radha! Radha!" he called out with his enigmatic voice, the next time I saw him. His dark complexion, the peacock feather, the striking yellow robe, the flute in his hand. He was so out of place yet merged among us. Now that I remember, he was always the centre of attention. He just wanted to see me, the daughter of the chief of Vrindavan. The next time I remember, I would wait for any sound of him. His anklets, his laughter and more importantly, his flute. How couldn't I be mesmerized by his tunes while the whole of Vrindavan would come to a stand still? As days went on, Little did I know he was walking step by step into my heart and I, into his. We spent every available second together. Little did we know it was borrowed time. We would dance, tell each other stories and just watch each other smile under the moonlit sky. Then he had to go to Mathura. He had his destiny to be fulfilled. While everyone in Vrindavan walked behind the chariot trying to stop him, I hid behind a tree trying to see him one last time. Our eyes met. He smiled. In that moment, I heard his flute. His smile and his tune gave me his message. Even if he wasn't next to me, that day he sat in my heart's throne. I smiled back but that night when I saw the peacock feather he left for me, I cried. ~ From that day, I've heard he's the God purifying the Earth. That he's the Mastermind behind the war. That he's a coward-Ranchor, kidnapper, strategist, protector. But now, I know. The promise he made with his smile, he kept it. He's Radha's Krishna and I, Krishna's Radha. I understood how smile but now, I can fathom it too. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #letters #foreverlove #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #Krishna #writerslife #radha #wordswithqueens #radhakrishna #vrindavan (at Vrindavan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYUb__FGA7/?igshid=13hjef7x9op8d
Chavvi was in her class when she heard the sound. It was soft. She had never heard of that sound before and by the look of her classmates, they hadn't too. Everyone were whispering among themselves while Chavvi listened to the sound with rapt attention. "Silence everyone," Professor Laya said and as always the class fell into silence. Only the soft sound was heard. "Professor, do you know what it is? It's starting to give me a headache," said a student. "It's just a sound. Get a hold of yourself," Chavvi said still looking out of the window. "Chavvi, back to your seat. Everyone calm down. I'll go check," she said and went out. Chavvi found it strange that something this beautiful was causing chaos among people. She recorded the sound on her phone whilst enjoying it. The professor walked in and said, "The sound is still a mystery but it isn't anything dangerous. The local police are investigating it. Let's get on with our class, shall we?" - "Did you hear the noise?" Vigyan asked the others as they entered into the cafe. "I saw the chief of the local police go barking mad when he heard it." "First of all, it's sound and I guess he would have to be examined for barking before that sound," Mridula said. "I have it in my phone. I recorded it but it was so beautiful and soothing didn't you think?" Chavvi said pushing the play button. "No!" shouted Mridula and Vigyaan in unison and stopped the player. "Are you mad? The whole cafe will go nuts if they hear it again. It's already on the news and they're calling the NCA to solve it. Whatever it was, I think it's a serious issue now," Vigyan said. "I agree with you, Chav but it is a strange sound. What if it's some ultrasound weapon or something?" Mridula said. "But how can something so beautiful be dangerous?" Chavvi asked. "I can answer that for you if you let me join you guys," someone said behind them. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAf_4z5FS1u/?igshid=1wyevum7gc185
Here in life, we set and rise. How to see it is upon you, By reflecting and reacting. Have the life your way, cause that's the way world runs. Happy or hurt, you are born to burn. Either spread the burn with light or dark- like the sun- is up to you. In your life, you're the sun for yourself. 🌇 PC : @_optical.shades_ 🌅 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #instagram #love #instalike #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #photography #sunset #instaclicks #photo #spilledink #wordgasm https://www.instagram.com/p/CAlMi7flV7d/?igshid=1ck7cbffedgtc
I don't know if to continue or to rail through it for I know I got talents but is it enough? Doesn't luck matter? Doesn't money matter? Of course it does! It's not just the societal norms but also a criteria for a good and well acknowledged life. I hate how's the world running now but I don't even know if I'm right. In this world, who knows what's right and what is not? In this world, who knows what's good or bad for them. In someway or the other everyone relates to each other but yet we don't like others. In someway, we're all the same. Selfish. Selfish as in not ruin the whole world selfish but haven't we in some way messed up things without thinking or giving a second chance or showing kindness to others as well as ourselves? It's crazy how we run our minds. It's just a whole other world in there but it's almost the same compared to the outer one. Don't take this rant seriously but it's good to free up the inner world as to change the outer world. If not in a large scale, just the peace and quiet of your surroundings isnt enough for you lead the life you've dreamt of? Because every thing and every one count as you're a social being or else you're just a sociopath out in this psychotic world. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Cubbon Park Bangalore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAqN7Csjipz/?igshid=108zfhkcjtaaq
He wasn't the brightest brightest of stars but still his eyes twinkled. I don't know why I write about him for he's just my imaginary fool. He is a confidant with whom I feel at home. ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm https://www.instagram.com/p/CAs1uhBl06m/?igshid=178s9nabxsp0w
Everything starts at Home and so does caring and nurturing the Environment. Seeing the happenings around the world, we, Humans, have understood how much the Environment is Stronger and Patient than all of us. My #OneWishForTheEarth this #WorldEnvironmentDay is that Humans understand that we are a small and even maybe a little unimportant in maintaining the balance of the nature. So let's not be arrogant and be thankful for what she has given us even though we haven't been her best children. 🍃 Take this initiative and spread the world among your closed ones. Say what would you wish for the Earth this day. Tag #OneWishForTheEarth 🌱 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #quotes #climatewarrior #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at SAVE mother EARTH) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBCyFzrFu9v/?igshid=1vyl3wk4iaquh
You have your pillow as your tears-friend, why not have another as your talk-friend? Maybe yourself! Just try to know yourself. Listen to yourself before expecting others to listen to you. ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Namma Bengaluru- ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBGhMzWlUbd/?igshid=1xwrbw93kgiis
“Almost all good writing behinds with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” - Anne Lamott ✨ So before any of you get any ideas, no this isn’t me working on my book. It’s just me stirring up my knowledge in history and starting to take writing seriously. Someone once said to me that if one has to succeed in Writing or Speaking, one has to know his Mother Tongue very well. So here’s me taking the first step to dive deep into the my love and pride, my mother tongue, Kannada. I’ve written about “Mysore’s Legislative Assembly” which is the first ever step taken towards democracy in India in 1881 by Diwan C. V. Rangachalru. After 3 hours of Research, 4 hours of first draft, 2 hours of editing and one and half hour of rewriting, the piece is finally ready and I’m so proud of it. I’ve learnt so much that I’m immensely proud of and to have written about it makes me feel even better. It’s always a good day when you close your tired yet satisfied eyes.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. - Sylvia Plath ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #spokenword #spilledink #wordgasm (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB5OdMnJqS1/?igshid=xrv38k91h4cl
"It's a sad truth that I will write about everyone I love, but none of them will even try and put me into a sentence."
- Dreaming of Wolves
the vast majority of fanworks are bad, and that's fine, actually. they are bad for the same reason that the average number of legs for a human person to have is less than two: statistics. like with all endeavours and especially creative ones, most people who write fanfiction or draw art of their favourite characters are bad at it. if you line up all the crochet projects in the world, most of them will be, well, bad. some are bad because they're the first thing a person ever made, or the second or third or tenth, and this kind of thing takes practice. others are bad because the person who made them is just not very good at it. maybe they just learned how to make granny squares and they're perfectly happy to never expand or improve on that. most people who dance or bake or garden or braid hair are not amazing at it! and you'd never go to your kid's dance recital or eat your friend's homemade carrot cake and expect the same experience as you'd have at a professional ballet performance or award-winning bakery. And that's if we assume there is an objective measure of Good Art, which there isn't! Some art is just "bad" because you don't like it!
I think though that specifically with fanfiction, we sometimes forget that when we read a book or watch a movie, dozens of people have looked at it and given feedback and made changes and done quality control before the final product reaches our shelves or screens, and that's not counting the original writer's learning process and past experience. A published book is not anyone's first crochet project, even if it is their debut novel. But with fanfiction, the barrier to entry is so low (on purpose! this is a good thing!) that we do get to see a lot of wonky granny squares, and on sites like AO3 they're sitting on the same shelf as the hand-made silk lace wedding dress and you can't always tell just by looking at it which is which. The consequence of this is that we encounter fic that we think is unpolished, has bad punctuation, is out of character, and we are tempted to think "well, this is awful! how dare this person put this wonky granny square on the same shelf as the lace wedding dress!" But that's not how fandom is supposed to work! That wonky granny square is somebody who is really excited about this TV show they just watched and they are reaching out into the void to share their excitement with you. To scoff at them for not making a lace wedding dress is really, really rude. Even if they did make a lace wedding dress, maybe it's just really not your style, or you think they should have used a different pattern, and it's still their wedding dress. You don't have to wear the dress and you don't have to read the fic.
We all know that there is some fanfic out there that is incredible. I think it's important to talk about that! But the vast majority of people who post their writing online are just sharing their little hobby projects that they make for fun and I also think it's important to remember that.
“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.
I have this urge to make my character suffer, god help him
The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
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