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Found my plant | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. I have found my lost plant! Someone had taken it, but their roommate saw it, and knowing that I was looking for it, she had told my friend to tell me it was there. It had been in the same building, and I was thinking it would’ve even died. It’s hale and healthy. Probably the girl who took it took good care of it. I’m not going to leave it in the terrace again. A life to live. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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My gang | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. I happen to have the coolest of friends. A friends’ circle than began growing so big that I was overwhelmed that I was in it. We go to picnics together, have fun, always turn even important meetings into fun get-togethers and even stand up for good causes, volunteering to do social service. If you want to know more about what kind of social service we do, google up ‘Yuva Unstoppable’. These were taken when only five of us went to the. These were taken at the. Will miss them immensely.
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Thank you, 2016! | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. Thank you, 2016! Another year has passed. And has blessed us. With experiences of every kind –. Tough cyclone winds,. The chase for the things we love,. Ceiling fans that slice hands,. New guitars and amazing gifts,. Flying over to places already seen,. New songs that have driven home. The lonely melancholies,. All the little sacrifices. That mean so much,. All the trust gained or lost,. All the lessons learnt,. Friends and family who’ve stayed. Through thick and thin;. March 5, 2017.
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Turn back time | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. There is nothing more. That can be done,. Nothing more saddening,. 8217;cause there is. No one to blame,. No one to wipe away. This wish of unity. Can never come true –. Because everyone has to have. Their own way –. And there is no one. To say everything is okay;. Nowhere to cry out loud. And pour out all the pain. Where it can swirl,. Mix into the chaos,. And finally settle down,. 8217;cause there is no one. Who extend their hand first. 8216;I will be there for you,. 8221; on YouTube.
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A life to live | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. A life to live. Another poem dedicated to Mr.K : my neighbour whose feelings I could somehow fathom. No one gets the life they’d desired. No one lives the life they had always loved. No one ends up happiest among the lot. No one gets away with a single thought. And no, no one can replay a portion. Just to stay happy. And get away from all the pain. Every unfulfilled wish that remains. All the buried up feelings,. Every little tear that has not been shed. Will follow you to your grave.
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Home | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. A cozy place to live –. Of beautiful plants;. A bird-bath in the midst,. And a bowl to hold grains –. Snacks for birds on-the-go. A lovely basin filled with fresh water. And another on the other side with food. Outside the main gates. For cows, stray dogs and cats. To eat and drink in peace;. Walls of the house. By the hand,. Pictures drawn here and there,. Reflecting old memories;. Photos hanging everywhere,. Moments from the past –. Memories lined with love,. A reminder of how.
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Independent | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. Dedicated to Ms.K, who’s never talked much. You know you’re independent. When you can handle. Everything by yourself –. You know you’re an adult. When you can handle. Immense pressure –. And have not shattered to pieces;. When you have not told a soul,. And have no one suspecting. That you’re broken,. You need someone to talk to;. You have drained all your tears,. There’s no one to sit by your side,. There’s no one to listen. To your everyday complaints,. No one to ask. A life to live.
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Savings | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. Penny by penny I saved. And then lost some. I saved a little more,. Even when I was tempted not to. I spent some more,. Saved some more,. And in the end,. A well-wisher friend called me ‘lavish’. And made me save so well. That after a year from now,. I’ll have a decent amount. Saved in the bank. If only my friend hadn’t insisted,. I would never have been. Able to do this. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Realization | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. Just another random poem without much meaning . Like a storm upon the tranquil sea. Whatever has been wrongly perceived. What could not be seen. All these days, in the fog,. Murky, dusty, mist. Until the last day. When the sun shone bright. And brought upon earth. A new shade of light,. How everyone looked at things. Than I ever have. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). 8221; on YouTube.
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Akila Krishnamurthy | Writer Wormie
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A writer's retreat. Watch “Amazing Octopus – Most Intelligent Animal on Earth? 8221; on YouTube. Found this documentary very interesting. Which is true, because even though there had been no one who wanted to murder me, I’ve seen my share of things to stay aware, to stay away, to stay wary of people who seem to come too close, or even as an average friend. I’m beginning to build this little gap between me and everyone, like the crocodile-invested water surrounding castles of old. Hah! All kinds of people.
