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Sunita Pathania

#colourfulflowers #Beauty #sunitapathania #Nature #Happiness #Bougainvillea #flowerpots #nojotoapp

Hemalatha G

•Muted bougainville• On a hot summer afternoon by the window seat, I sate humming names in a croon, when you rushed through the gate. Through, the barricade of blindness

•Muted bougainville•

/Caption/ •Muted bougainville•

On a hot summer afternoon
by the window seat, I sate
humming names in a croon,
when you rushed through the gate.

Through, the barricade of blindness

Amit Jotwani

Treat your memories well. Sometimes they are the only summer you shall get for a while. #Memories #Bougainvillea #yopowrimo #yqbaba

Memories
of you,
bougainvillea flowers
strewn carelessly across
the cobblestoned path
my mind traces,
signifying a spring
that my heart craves for.

Treat your memories well. Sometimes they are the only summer you shall get for a while.
#memories #bougainvillea #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

#Bougainvillea #green #whitecap #BiasedColours #harmony #yopowrimo #yqbaba

Bougainvillea leaves scattered,
across a lush green lawn,
a harmonious coexistence,
between biased colours,
unlike gullible humans,
provoked by the white cap.
#bougainvillea #green #whitecap #BiasedColours #harmony #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

#orange #Bougainvillea #deception #leaves #flowers #Spring #yopowrimo #yqbaba

Orange bougainvillea leaves, masquerading as flowers, a natural deception, reminiscent of people we know; but at least these ovate acuminate leaves, herald the promise of spring. #orange #bougainvillea #deception #leaves #flowers #spring #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Sanjana Kumar

I've always liked drizzling rain. I've liked bus rides in drizzling rains, more. When the light drizzling gave way to full blown spells, I shut down my window. And the glass to that window, was tainted green. Rather unusual, you see. Watching the city go by, all in shades of green. It was amusing. Such sultry looks, looking their sultriest ever when tainted green, piercing my soul from the stillness of those advertisements.

One evening it was there,
listening to my woes and
being the secret epicenter
of my wild treehouse fantasies,
and the next morning it wasn't there
anymore.
I'd lost my poetic inspiration
along with my memories of a
not-so-real fantasy of building
lego houses.

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I've always liked drizzling rain.
I've liked bus rides in drizzling rains, more.
When the light drizzling gave way to full blown spells, I shut down my window.
And the glass to that window, was tainted green.
Rather unusual, you see.
Watching the city go by, all in shades of green.
It was amusing.
Such sultry looks, looking their sultriest ever when tainted green, piercing my soul from the stillness of those advertisements.

....

I have a Bougainville growing in my backyard I brought in October last year. It's autumn already and everyday in this territory. I see it falling and shedding it's flowers and resting in lap of earth. You see, a vicious cycle of returning back to one's roots. Some flowers are being plucked by passerby, as there's some fragrance left behind but no traces. Same is with life and humans breathing here. My mother insists me to go and pick freshly brewed flowers for pooja and I wonder no matter how

Bougainville And Lifee!! I have a Bougainville growing in my backyard I brought in October last year. It's autumn already and everyday in this territory. I see it falling and shedding it's flowers and resting in lap of earth. You see, a vicious cycle of returning back to one's roots.
Some flowers are being plucked by passerby, as there's some fragrance left behind but no traces. Same is with life and humans breathing here.
My mother insists me to go and pick freshly brewed flowers for pooja and I wonder no matter how

....

Walking down the lane Having no happiness The world seem to be A gloomy place to live in But then suddenly An odour reached my nose Which forced me to observe