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Love Letters.
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My divine prop for Market Days.
1930’s #remingtontypewriter


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Without those formative months of homesickness, I am sure that I wouldn’t have moved out of England – 3 times and counting – or met the people who have changed me for better and worse. The only problem is that maintaining two lives, sometimes on opposite sides of the world, is near impossible. Either you let one go – even if just temporarily – or you live a half-hearted existence in each, constantly glued to screens and yearning for the optimum time difference. It’s no way to live. Friendships are left in the dust, contact with home is minimal. Your colleagues are your new family and you establish a new solo routine, the independence hugely gratifying but incredibly lonely at times. For someone who refuses to settle, what other option is there?


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Meet Samyuktha and Vinay.

Vinay smartly puts his opinion on masculine hardships saying that, "Myths have been added in the life of a male, the term nemesis being used to delineate his strength and zeal in life. It is stated that masculine strength and passion overpowers the 'He' thing and hence; converts him into a 'Mard'."
While after a sneek peek into Samyuktha's beautiful story, we get introduced to Pooh. An excerpt of the story reads, "When I turned back to him, it was all blank and dark. He wasn't there. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again- sharply this time; and Shoot! everything disappeared." Curious, ain't you?

Read their amusing writings in full in our coming anthology "DOWN THE NOVICE LANE" (sponsored by Writerophelia) and be ready to get carried away by their beautiful thoughts.❤️
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The reality of having a stream-of-consciousness mind wanting to assert its logic into an unbalanced equation.
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Shubhangi Agarwal (@the_first_note_) from Ajmer writes a musing on #Stay
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Ever thought what the sea would look like if the waves denied to move,
for hitting the rocks hurt them?
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Ever thought what coasts would feel like if the rocks denied to stay there,
for the waves eroded them?
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Ever thought what beaches would look like if the sand denied to settle along the shoreline,
for swirling with waves was fun?
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Ever gave a thought?
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Surely,
The prettiest of landscapes exist,
for the features stay.
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The strongest of relationships form,
for the people stay.
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Childhood is serene for innocence stays.
Distance is ignored for trust stays.
Lord is worshipped for faith stays.
Life is fulfilling for memories stay.
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Just a mere word,
And isn’t it all that everybody needs?
Care to stay!
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS -
Hello Artists !
The Verse of Silence Team feels extremely excited to be going through the submissions we receive for our blogs. What we are now seeking are amazingly gripping short stories- stories that connects with the readers on many levels. There is no theme. If selected these stories will be published on our official website and Facebook page and will reach out to a wider audience. .
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Submit your stories through the Verse of Silence website (www.verseofsilence.com) and check the submission guidelines before submitting. We look forward to receiving your engaging content. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Subscribe. Submit. Share.
Don't forget to tag your fellow friends, the aspiring storytellers and artists.

Follow @verseofsilence_ for more.
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Congratulations to A Voice From Far Away featured writer @astalderea
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To, undoubtedly, the most genuine friend that I have.
WE have.
It all makes sense in the end.
Hold on till you're there, that is the beauty of life. :)


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BERTEMA PEREMPUAN
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Deadline: 31 Mei
Pengumuman: 1 Juli

Hello, fellow authors!

Sometimes the strongest women are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors, and fights battles that nobody knows about. Ibu, kakak, adik, kekasih, sahabat, diri kita sendiri, atau perempuan asing sekalipun memiliki momen dalam hidupnya yang berharga: tentang pertarungannya, ambisinya, mimpinya, emosinya, kekecewaannya, kehilangannya, dan apa pun juga yang sudah lama menunggu untuk dibagikan.
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- these days are definitely harder than others, but we must get through them to see the sun peaks through the clouds 🌥️
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Just another early morning angle.. from my little garden and through the rocket!❤️😊


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But darling, we know
about this everlasting bind,
drifting secretly around the universe
that has our hearts tethered
at both its ends
Hauling us back to each other
when we stray too far apart

It’s truly sad though,
how destiny became too clever
for we also know
that we can’t chase the wind forever...
Elle Bor


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You put something beautiful that I can’t touch, right there in front of me. That is how you kill slowly
📷🛠️ @atil.design


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Old writes from an old laptop😪
************************************************************ Today sounds a whole lot like the formula of a seamless destruction, the one that has become my friend when you left again, after being gone for a while. Here now under the covers, bed-ridden from the ailment of your origin and paralyzed from this fresh version of starving for your skin. The monsoon is raging outside but the urge to reach out and beg for your return, is the only storm wreaking havoc in my flesh. I have failed to dissect this disease you infected me with but I know that by doing so will only render science into a state of baffled and unknowing.
Why is it called Love when it’s only losing? Losing our hearts. Losing our spirits. Losing every regard for our dignity and self-worth. Losing our minds from reason. Losing our sense of right and wrong.
Inside my chest is this unfathomable well that’s gushing out of me. I don’t know how to drain it but I must. I’m drowning beneath its undertow from parts of my body that’s screaming for your name. My heart is suffocating, near implosion from this broken record of the words,“I miss you.”
I’ve sought refuge within these four walls, still tasting your kiss from my lips, still famished for our love that has dissolved into the floorboards where we used to lay. I hear your laugh and mine through gin-riddled breaths and wine stained teeth. You told me I was yours and I said you were mine, even though you weren’t. You lied. I lied. And we both bathe in them inside the tub filled with rose petals and blind eyes.
We were love’s rare but clandestine mission, always behind closed doors, and only meant to live in the dark. Arms around each other, courtships, picnics in the park, dinner dates on the balcony under the merciless moon- mere aliens to our world. I know we tried to make things right, to sow our love beneath the stars but plants don’t grow in a sunless earth. Our final destination has always been same (cont.👇)


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Darkness is daytime’s plaything
Marred by the massacre of love
Scarred by its abstract,
and putrid,
Yet mesmerizing painting
That many eyes have willingly
laid arms for its blindfold
To live safely
in the alternate world
where “what’s right”
meets a sweet genocide

Here, the carcass of our honor
sweeps reluctantly ashore
as we watch the sun
plummet only for us
Hoping that our sins
keel over to the sea
and find in its depths
the heart to forgive
For in digging the best gold,
we have gotten our hands dirty...
Elle Bor


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Oh the many moons it takes
to bring you back my stardust
and it’s always a deep impact
when you crash down here
so beautifully
Then I have to break
my own fall
because you can’t catch me

Even when your arms are ready to,
the universe always tells us NO...
Elle Bor


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“My name is Ophelia”
Often with grave assertion
but mostly, a defense
to my own question
On nights I look
at my reflection
and feel like a tourist
in my own body
On days I trade
pleasantries
with strangers
Unaware that
it’s my own hand
I’m shaking
I fear my mind
and the bog
where it rests at night
when it betrays its creed
to keep myself
within the line of sight

And it reminds me
that one can break
while remaining intact
run away
without leaving
That it is possible,
to be abducted
and still lay in your own bed...
Elle Bor


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I crave for a place that already understands my heart without knowing my name...


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************************************************************ That sweltering September night
in the motion sickness
of the pink and blue promenade
Glowing under a spotlight,
them sad dog stare
The taste of juvenile beer
still searing your tongue,
The delusion of premature drugs
drowning into
the bass speaker
You tell about a girl you fancy
through the microphone
holding on
to silk hands
that isn’t mine

I was there
across
the smoke filled disco hall
vanilla frost on my nose
realizing
that I am
but a windfall
You told her those words,
but they escaped to my direction
while they stare,
awaiting her reaction
I saw you,
a lone wolf
spewing pretty lies
in the midst of the crowd
as you scan for my damp eyes
And even though
my name is whispered
under heavy breaths,
I am not the one next to you
There is a way of corrupting purity
without laying a finger on her skin
a callous path to dismantling her self credence
in every part of her body
where your hands haven’t been
You tell a girl you love her
yet kiss the lips of another
And history can argue
that it never ends there
Elle Bor


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WILDFLOWER
You’re going to need more artillery to break me.
Yes, much more than that.
For as the weeds that grow unwelcome, I will find a way to thrive.
So long as the light shines through and the stars could find me in the dark
Even without love, I will survive
And one day you’ll find me dancing among meadows of dandelions,
Flourishing upon acres of what was a barren field yesterday
Here, a fortress I built from all that would have been my undoing
But it will be too late, to wish you had made me stay

It was me after all, you’ll realize
The one you didn’t see
As you tended to the splendor that became your madness.
Now, hear the wild song you tried to tame
Remember me?
Your beautiful story that was not to be.
-Elle Bor


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I’m head over heels
to the madness
cursing through your blood
The branding of your name on my skin
came only from a single touch
You are bad for me
a tornado at sunrise
a rabid wolf
that I welcome back too kindly
You never return on announcement
always an arrival of havoc
and these broken bones
could very well build your monument
I have tried
to keep you locked up
in a solitary cell
within my mind
within my heart
But I always find myself
slipping quietly
under the covers
with your body
Bathing in our heat and ecstasy
Here now,
in the fleeting absence of you
my heart sprawls in the compost
of my own sadness
wretched like a crack addict
awaiting to be born anew
Thus, a storm
I keep chasing
even on sunny days
my soul spellbound
in a million ways
With you,
there’s no slipping and falling
only crashing to the ground
head first
in the cold morning
Maybe you are who she warned me about,
the tug I can’t seem to defeat.
I never listened to my mom
when she said
look left and right
before crossing the street ...
Elle Bor


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‘Prejudice’ is the opinion in the absence of evidence and the products of ignorance.
It is very difficult to get out that status of knowing something which is not true or in existence. It stops us from growing and move forward in life or a relationship.


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Our way of thinking creates good or bad outcomes.
To experience things that will make you feel good, you need to feel good.
Good vibes, are essential to living ‘The Good Life’.


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EYES 👀 are the entry points of highway for the journey called Love.
They can fight too, and sometimes derail the journey...!


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Women are soft by nature and body composition. But they are equipped with amazing strength and power cause the role they play in life requires far greater strength and strong mindsets.


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Very often we judge people by their appearance and fails miserably.
A person should be evaluated on the basis of their acts and deeds not by their appearance or even by their claims.


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Life is a great mystery. The mystery we try to resolve through out the life.
It is a continuous process of getting answers to the lots of questions which comes in our way during journey of life.
Blessed are those who either gets their answers quickly or faces less questions...!


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We get pleasure in many things... Not necessarily all the pleasure are joyful.
Joy is something very pure and blissful in nature, While pleasure can be obtained through so many activities which might not be as pure.
Yes sadly, few gets pleasure in torturing someone:( How it can be called Joy..!


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Usually dreams comes when we are sleeping. But writers dream while they are awake and they can narrate those dreams on a piece of paper actually the way they dream... They are the only one who can live their dreams while awake amongst all human beings.


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Thoughts are the crops of the mind which doesn’t depend on any season or reason...! Yes it definitely would be affected by soil (PERSON’S BELIEF) fertiliser (EDUCATION) ploughing (BRAIN STORMING) and surrounding (GOOD OR BAD COMPANY).


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However we feel in control of our life... there would always be influences of the people around us. Yes it can be positive influences or the negative one.
The only precaution we can have while writing our story is, to try avoiding those negative influences on our story.


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Most of the time people who complains about doing more than they require are doing it by their own choice. Nobody is forcing them.
Sometimes they do it beyond their strength and capacity in the name of love, family, friends, social circle or country.


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Sometimes we look for something which we want and ignore what actually it is...! It is good to look for good in everyone :) but seeing something which is not there in actual won’t help..!


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