#bhavanavarun

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These mystic sunrises, these vanishing lights melting into the horizon while the grey clouds playfully lingers around. 
I find the mornings as a most optimistic work of nature but I also have a sense of awareness that the mornings are much more than a dose of motivation. 
Some mornings are reminders for a generation . 
They question you like your own resemblance shudders you from inside and indulges you in a soliloquy. Sometimes it's about you and sometimes about the people about whom you claim to have familiarities or may be love (in most despising ways) Out of brotherly love, the attachment, how do you bring yourself to feel elated and rejoice in the moment while a fraction of people living under the safe boundaries of your land will be rendered homeless or lose everything they cherished since years in a communal clash, racial violence or forced to live life as a refugee. 
Isn't your own happiness a hoax that ridicules the life of those people while you live with dreams, of promised utopian land, of progressions and oneness and ideal nationalism. There was a time once, while singing the national anthem, holding a national flag, bathed and dressed up in new clothes, we would run on the fields feeling the most patriotic kid in the world. 
Chilhood days were the best, you learn what you were told, even if your country went through so much. Even if your countrymen were suffering at behest of lawlessness. But things change. Your views never remains the same. 
This Independence day I, like youths of my generation felt a pain, that sting, that inflicted wound, when I realised this time, the moments to feel proud have been overshadowed by the attrocities happening in my country. 
I feel ashamed when sections of society in my nation are left to beg for their freedom, for their life, when they are told, this is not your country. If you wish to live, live on our terms, do as what we tell you or else leave! Go! Go to some other country. 
I felt the trauma of my people, when their faith is being taken away from them, when they are told to leave their land. What are ways left for them? 
We cannot become stooges, nether we will become separatists. 
#bhavanavarun 
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These mystic sunrises, these vanishing lights melting into the horizon while the grey clouds playfully lingers around. I find the mornings as a most optimistic work of nature but I also have a sense of awareness that the mornings are much more than a dose of motivation. Some mornings are reminders for a generation . They question you like your own resemblance shudders you from inside and indulges you in a soliloquy. Sometimes it's about you and sometimes about the people about whom you claim to have familiarities or may be love (in most despising ways) Out of brotherly love, the attachment, how do you bring yourself to feel elated and rejoice in the moment while a fraction of people living under the safe boundaries of your land will be rendered homeless or lose everything they cherished since years in a communal clash, racial violence or forced to live life as a refugee. Isn't your own happiness a hoax that ridicules the life of those people while you live with dreams, of promised utopian land, of progressions and oneness and ideal nationalism. There was a time once, while singing the national anthem, holding a national flag, bathed and dressed up in new clothes, we would run on the fields feeling the most patriotic kid in the world. Chilhood days were the best, you learn what you were told, even if your country went through so much. Even if your countrymen were suffering at behest of lawlessness. But things change. Your views never remains the same. This Independence day I, like youths of my generation felt a pain, that sting, that inflicted wound, when I realised this time, the moments to feel proud have been overshadowed by the attrocities happening in my country. I feel ashamed when sections of society in my nation are left to beg for their freedom, for their life, when they are told, this is not your country. If you wish to live, live on our terms, do as what we tell you or else leave! Go! Go to some other country. I felt the trauma of my people, when their faith is being taken away from them, when they are told to leave their land. What are ways left for them? We cannot become stooges, nether we will become separatists. #bhavanavarun Contd.. - 2 months ago

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- 'walk free' .
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take power play 
play it  use it  at your own will 
you torture you kill kill justice 
you laugh you hit hard you gasp 
Unbelievable! I am the power 
justice is a child's play 
All is at my will I will walk free 
for the world has a thirst 
like I have my own 
the world isn't sick of ideologies 
so I shall give them enough 
let them sing in my name 
god made me in his image 
But I am the one who controls
god godliness godlike products 
like life death human 
Humanity? kill 
kill and see how I Walk free 
Tabrez, Pehlu, Akhlaq are just names 
wait wait when I catch thee 
justice is just a child's play 
you held life dearly? 
wait in no time 
kill kill hope walk free .
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Bhavana Varun 'Walk free' .
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(I wrote it today as I was so filled with fury, anger, anxiety and disgust. Two years after a dairy farmer Pehlu Khan was allegedly lynched by a mob in name of protecting cows in India, on the Jaipur-Delhi National Highway, a sessions court in Rajasthan, acquitted all six persons accused of beating him to death, while giving them the benefit of the doubt. The April 1, 2017, incident, caught on camera, had sparked nationwide outrage. 
Today they just 'Walked Free'
Why? Because the evidences which all Indians saw on WhatsApp and internet on their phones wasn't sufficient. The court denied it. 
Wrong are the people who think, 'Law will take it's own course.' It isn't rhe river who nurtures a civilization. Today it became a child in the hands of those who at their own whim can chide it, manipulate it, use it at their advantage. What a shameful day today for judiciary in India. They mocked it and shoved it on it's citizens faces.)

- 'walk free' . . take power play play it use it at your own will you torture you kill kill justice you laugh you hit hard you gasp Unbelievable! I am the power justice is a child's play All is at my will I will walk free for the world has a thirst like I have my own the world isn't sick of ideologies so I shall give them enough let them sing in my name god made me in his image But I am the one who controls god godliness godlike products like life death human Humanity? kill kill and see how I Walk free Tabrez, Pehlu, Akhlaq are just names wait wait when I catch thee justice is just a child's play you held life dearly? wait in no time kill kill hope walk free . . Bhavana Varun 'Walk free' . . (I wrote it today as I was so filled with fury, anger, anxiety and disgust. Two years after a dairy farmer Pehlu Khan was allegedly lynched by a mob in name of protecting cows in India, on the Jaipur-Delhi National Highway, a sessions court in Rajasthan, acquitted all six persons accused of beating him to death, while giving them the benefit of the doubt. The April 1, 2017, incident, caught on camera, had sparked nationwide outrage. Today they just 'Walked Free' Why? Because the evidences which all Indians saw on WhatsApp and internet on their phones wasn't sufficient. The court denied it. Wrong are the people who think, 'Law will take it's own course.' It isn't rhe river who nurtures a civilization. Today it became a child in the hands of those who at their own whim can chide it, manipulate it, use it at their advantage. What a shameful day today for judiciary in India. They mocked it and shoved it on it's citizens faces.) - 2 months ago

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And..it's Eid. 
It won't be the one like usual, may be more bitter than sweet, natives missing their families amidst paralysing curfew or having a sigh of relief, for at least their family members are safe wherever they are.
Strangely, those who have been able to contact their children studying outside have warned them, “Don't come on Eid" because of security concerns. 
Most of the shops were shut. Life continues to remain in a lockdown for seventh day. 
Each year, preparations for Eid-ul-Azha start at least a week before the festival where people up their houses, rush to markets to shop for clothes, accessories and gifts. In Kashmir, Eid without delicious baked goods seems impossible. There are usually long queues outside bakery shops for breads and cookies. The markets keep buzzing.
But not this time. Instead of preparing for Eid, residents started to stock up on essential commodities. Festival is there but festivity isn't. This Eid, no one seems to be 'celebrating' in Kashmir. 
Let us all pray "Everything is peaceful." Also, This year states of Kerala, Karnataka, Maharashtra and Gujarat have suffered a heavy loss due to monsoon fury and floods. 
Because of unprecedented deluge since last week several people have lost their familes and homes while lakhs of people have been displaced. 
But there are people who are helping, who are risking their lives to save others amidst this fury.
Like the little boy in Karnataka helped an ambulance navigate a over flooded bridge and Gujarat cop Constable Prithiviraj Singh Jadeja who rescued two girls on his shoulders in Morbi, Gujarat.
This leaves us with enough hope and a fact that humanity prevails even in the most stringent conditions. 
Eid Mubarak to all. 
May there be peace and less suffering for all in the year ahead. Thinking specially of brothers & sisters in Kashmir and rest of the states. May we all help, give voice to your struggles and sacrifices. 
This Eid, spare a thought for the people in suffering and ask for the healing light. Our wishes won’t reach them this time as they might not be having Internet due to the disruptions, but they must know they are in our prayers. 
#bhavanavarun 
#pebblespoetryandprose

And..it's Eid. It won't be the one like usual, may be more bitter than sweet, natives missing their families amidst paralysing curfew or having a sigh of relief, for at least their family members are safe wherever they are. Strangely, those who have been able to contact their children studying outside have warned them, “Don't come on Eid" because of security concerns. Most of the shops were shut. Life continues to remain in a lockdown for seventh day. Each year, preparations for Eid-ul-Azha start at least a week before the festival where people up their houses, rush to markets to shop for clothes, accessories and gifts. In Kashmir, Eid without delicious baked goods seems impossible. There are usually long queues outside bakery shops for breads and cookies. The markets keep buzzing. But not this time. Instead of preparing for Eid, residents started to stock up on essential commodities. Festival is there but festivity isn't. This Eid, no one seems to be 'celebrating' in Kashmir. Let us all pray "Everything is peaceful." Also, This year states of Kerala, Karnataka, Maharashtra and Gujarat have suffered a heavy loss due to monsoon fury and floods. Because of unprecedented deluge since last week several people have lost their familes and homes while lakhs of people have been displaced. But there are people who are helping, who are risking their lives to save others amidst this fury. Like the little boy in Karnataka helped an ambulance navigate a over flooded bridge and Gujarat cop Constable Prithiviraj Singh Jadeja who rescued two girls on his shoulders in Morbi, Gujarat. This leaves us with enough hope and a fact that humanity prevails even in the most stringent conditions. Eid Mubarak to all. May there be peace and less suffering for all in the year ahead. Thinking specially of brothers & sisters in Kashmir and rest of the states. May we all help, give voice to your struggles and sacrifices. This Eid, spare a thought for the people in suffering and ask for the healing light. Our wishes won’t reach them this time as they might not be having Internet due to the disruptions, but they must know they are in our prayers. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 2 months ago

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Life carries you forward.. Even if you are forced to see the darkness 
When you are made to feel the nonexistence of voices around you. 
When your narrative is taken away from you and you are portrayed as a biproduct of someone else's forced greatness. Supremacy is a self aggrandizement or an underlying narcissism. Fascism is nothing but extremity in the name of socialism, a pseudo nationalism. 
Where you are made to believe that you live in a utopian land and it isn't the land of people and their problems anymore but a thriving land with abundance of unicorns. 
Bitten by a chauvinistic bug, eventually you will feel emotional— in its charisma, nostalgia and euphoria in the name of country, race and religion. 
But your life carries you forward. 
Why must you question when you will become a part of enthusiastic crowd, like a goose-stepping soldier cheering before your kingly leader, whose enforced loyalty will be only through violence unleashed by it's sycophants. 
And still life carries you forward. 
If that isn't enough, You'll be made to feel 'worthy' but under a siege, 'happy' but behind the locks, 'kindness' in the name of hostilities, bare survival behind barricades and checkpoints instead of life full of freedom and dignity. 
The blithe disregard for human life and a betrayal of mankind would be a norm.
Cry democracy cry. Don't let it sit inside your heart. Beat your chest out and cry. It isn't you anymore. It is authoritarianism with all it's fangs out. 
If you won't speak up now, life wont be carrying you instead you will carry life like slow running freight train carrying rakes of wagons, stopped frequently by your masters to allow another faster train to pass while you shockingly wait for your turn. 
#bhavanavarun 
#pebblespoetryandprose .
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Images - (Showing the darkness and silence prevailed in Kashmir valley since last few days. Also, the kids writing their protests on the roads to let people know, about their voices) 
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Life carries you forward.. Even if you are forced to see the darkness When you are made to feel the nonexistence of voices around you. When your narrative is taken away from you and you are portrayed as a biproduct of someone else's forced greatness. Supremacy is a self aggrandizement or an underlying narcissism. Fascism is nothing but extremity in the name of socialism, a pseudo nationalism. Where you are made to believe that you live in a utopian land and it isn't the land of people and their problems anymore but a thriving land with abundance of unicorns. Bitten by a chauvinistic bug, eventually you will feel emotional— in its charisma, nostalgia and euphoria in the name of country, race and religion. But your life carries you forward. Why must you question when you will become a part of enthusiastic crowd, like a goose-stepping soldier cheering before your kingly leader, whose enforced loyalty will be only through violence unleashed by it's sycophants. And still life carries you forward. If that isn't enough, You'll be made to feel 'worthy' but under a siege, 'happy' but behind the locks, 'kindness' in the name of hostilities, bare survival behind barricades and checkpoints instead of life full of freedom and dignity. The blithe disregard for human life and a betrayal of mankind would be a norm. Cry democracy cry. Don't let it sit inside your heart. Beat your chest out and cry. It isn't you anymore. It is authoritarianism with all it's fangs out. If you won't speak up now, life wont be carrying you instead you will carry life like slow running freight train carrying rakes of wagons, stopped frequently by your masters to allow another faster train to pass while you shockingly wait for your turn. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose . . Images - (Showing the darkness and silence prevailed in Kashmir valley since last few days. Also, the kids writing their protests on the roads to let people know, about their voices) @afpphoto @reuters @thenational @scmpnews @ndtv @huffpostin @thewirein @firstpost - 2 months ago

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I couldn't believe what my eyes saw this morning. As if erroneously, I stepped on a cloud descending from Hades' blue skin and flaming blue hair.
What sorcery this sky might have done to turn itself purplish lilac or a mauve blue. 
With no visible sun due to movement of rainy clouds, it was quite a delight to watch this phenomenon, for a while. 
#bhavanavarun 
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I couldn't believe what my eyes saw this morning. As if erroneously, I stepped on a cloud descending from Hades' blue skin and flaming blue hair. What sorcery this sky might have done to turn itself purplish lilac or a mauve blue. With no visible sun due to movement of rainy clouds, it was quite a delight to watch this phenomenon, for a while. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 3 months ago

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"All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in. 
What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the power to name. And the defined are now taking that power away from them. 
I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge – even wisdom. 
Like art. There is no civilization that did not begin with art, Whether it was drawing a line in the sand, painting a cave or dancing." — Toni Morrison 
Rest in peace, 'beloved' queen of words. I cannot think of any other world than ours, right at this moment where your words will be needed the most 
We'll need your care, empathy, love and you always 
Rest, in our prayers and hearts, forever 🙏💛🕊

"All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in. What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the power to name. And the defined are now taking that power away from them. I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge – even wisdom. Like art. There is no civilization that did not begin with art, Whether it was drawing a line in the sand, painting a cave or dancing." — Toni Morrison Rest in peace, 'beloved' queen of words. I cannot think of any other world than ours, right at this moment where your words will be needed the most We'll need your care, empathy, love and you always Rest, in our prayers and hearts, forever 🙏💛🕊 - 3 months ago

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Stay safe Kashmir. 
The night was long and dark but you were not alone. 
You are in thoughts and prayers. 
The world is watching you. 
Your worries are our worries. 
The darkness won't be for too long. 
The morning awaits to bring light in your lives again. 
When the valley will find it's people in happiness again. 
When the moments of daily rituals will be restored again. 
When you can sit and talk about each other's uncertainties and pain. 
When you can tell your younger one's 'dont worry it's our land.' Untill then dear Kashmir.. Stay safe 
#bhavanavarun#pebblespoetryandprose 
Image credits - @amar_ujala @indianexpress @reuters @the_economic_times @huffpostin @thetimesofindia and internet

Stay safe Kashmir. The night was long and dark but you were not alone. You are in thoughts and prayers. The world is watching you. Your worries are our worries. The darkness won't be for too long. The morning awaits to bring light in your lives again. When the valley will find it's people in happiness again. When the moments of daily rituals will be restored again. When you can sit and talk about each other's uncertainties and pain. When you can tell your younger one's 'dont worry it's our land.' Untill then dear Kashmir.. Stay safe #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose Image credits - @amar_ujala @indianexpress @reuters @the_economic_times @huffpostin @thetimesofindia and internet - 3 months ago

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I looked up in search of a wandering cloud. I thought let me soak myself in it's drizzle. Occasionally, I might even stand in the water just to feel, how the falling drops follows the beat of my heart, but not today. No! 
Today was the day when I wished to silently observe how playfully these clouds, sneak past each other, turning grey and then black, finally turning into a mournful dark. 
When a drop falls and then the other. When these clouds can no longer keep the grief into their hearts, they just let all go. 
Things that are no longer of their use. Aren't they like humans? How long can we keep our miseries locked within ourselves? 
There comes a day, when you let go.. If it hasn't yet arrived, it will. The day when your heart can converse with the only 'you'. They say it's tough these days. 
I ask them what is it. 
They say "to find someone to talk to." And I laugh.. How many times do we have one to one conversations with ourselves? 
If we find our own feelings and fears so resentful, how can we learn to appreciate and listen to what others have to say? 
Empathy has to come from within. 
If it doesn't, there is something lacking.. Find it! 
#bhavanavarun 
#conversationthatmatters 
#pebblespoetryandprose

I looked up in search of a wandering cloud. I thought let me soak myself in it's drizzle. Occasionally, I might even stand in the water just to feel, how the falling drops follows the beat of my heart, but not today. No! Today was the day when I wished to silently observe how playfully these clouds, sneak past each other, turning grey and then black, finally turning into a mournful dark. When a drop falls and then the other. When these clouds can no longer keep the grief into their hearts, they just let all go. Things that are no longer of their use. Aren't they like humans? How long can we keep our miseries locked within ourselves? There comes a day, when you let go.. If it hasn't yet arrived, it will. The day when your heart can converse with the only 'you'. They say it's tough these days. I ask them what is it. They say "to find someone to talk to." And I laugh.. How many times do we have one to one conversations with ourselves? If we find our own feelings and fears so resentful, how can we learn to appreciate and listen to what others have to say? Empathy has to come from within. If it doesn't, there is something lacking.. Find it! #bhavanavarun #conversationthatmatters #pebblespoetryandprose - 3 months ago

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There was a concept in my mind that I wanted to share with you. This is a piece that I took time to write and I have tried to visualise it in a way that it does justice with the theme and created it into an art. Take your time to read it, absorb it and let me know your views if this reaches to you in every possible way. 
Leave your comments or ideas below or if there is anything you would like to share. Your words will be valuable to me. 
Thank you and I hope you all are having a lovely weekend. 
#bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose

There was a concept in my mind that I wanted to share with you. This is a piece that I took time to write and I have tried to visualise it in a way that it does justice with the theme and created it into an art. Take your time to read it, absorb it and let me know your views if this reaches to you in every possible way. Leave your comments or ideas below or if there is anything you would like to share. Your words will be valuable to me. Thank you and I hope you all are having a lovely weekend. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 4 months ago

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When she appears to be an ocean and you find her completely incomprehensible. Here is the map. Navigate well. 🖤 
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When she appears to be an ocean and you find her completely incomprehensible. Here is the map. Navigate well. 🖤 #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 4 months ago

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Sometimes it's just fear of change and sometimes it's our own vulnerability that makes us so hesitant to see, what all beautiful gifts life has given to us. 
What would have you chosen if given a choice? 
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Sometimes it's just fear of change and sometimes it's our own vulnerability that makes us so hesitant to see, what all beautiful gifts life has given to us. What would have you chosen if given a choice? #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 4 months ago

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Weather today by the night felt pretty good, when the heat of the day subsides and the wind blows. The moments of silence just made me wonder, what if... #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose

Weather today by the night felt pretty good, when the heat of the day subsides and the wind blows. The moments of silence just made me wonder, what if... #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 4 months ago

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If love could say a thousand words. 
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If love could say a thousand words. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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So, after days of search and forgetting, today I found my mother's watch hidden behind layers of my stuff in the bag. I loved it so much but just couldn't find it since few days. Finally, I felt much happier seeing it. 
What is that one special thing given to you by someone that you still keep it with you? 
#bhavanavarun
#pebblespoetryandprose

So, after days of search and forgetting, today I found my mother's watch hidden behind layers of my stuff in the bag. I loved it so much but just couldn't find it since few days. Finally, I felt much happier seeing it. What is that one special thing given to you by someone that you still keep it with you? #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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Stepping out for your dreams, leaving the ones you loved, walking an unknown road,  facing the world like tooth and nail..
You can do all, but once you achieve.. Come back for those who prayed for you. Those who remembered you. 
One journey might get you to the destination but there are others, which are still waiting to be embarked on, 
the one with whom you can share all you have, the one with all your loved ones, the one which shall be happier then the rest! .
#bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose

Stepping out for your dreams, leaving the ones you loved, walking an unknown road, facing the world like tooth and nail.. You can do all, but once you achieve.. Come back for those who prayed for you. Those who remembered you. One journey might get you to the destination but there are others, which are still waiting to be embarked on, the one with whom you can share all you have, the one with all your loved ones, the one which shall be happier then the rest! . #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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- Sending you all li'l warmth and a healing light for the coming days. 🎑🌙✨
Some days are pretty challenging and I find myself searching for that ray of hope. 
Sometimes it's a close friend who comes as beaming light and sometimes it's just that time that let's you to eventually unfold the answers. 
How do you channelize yourself in the testing moments? How do you all find that guiding light during the darker days? Leave a comment below and share your stories with us. 🌼💗🌸
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- Sending you all li'l warmth and a healing light for the coming days. 🎑🌙✨ Some days are pretty challenging and I find myself searching for that ray of hope. Sometimes it's a close friend who comes as beaming light and sometimes it's just that time that let's you to eventually unfold the answers. How do you channelize yourself in the testing moments? How do you all find that guiding light during the darker days? Leave a comment below and share your stories with us. 🌼💗🌸 . . #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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- Let your love bloom in all it's might and let no one escape of it's beautiful sight. 
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- Let your love bloom in all it's might and let no one escape of it's beautiful sight. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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When the sun-kissed light reaches for the most untouched part of your soul, you are left wondering about all of your deepest desires. 
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When the sun-kissed light reaches for the most untouched part of your soul, you are left wondering about all of your deepest desires. #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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Some of us, have always been that summer child.. I feel that's one feeling that would always connect you with ones around you, that innate instinct that bonds you, with your loved ones. I try never to loose that feeling because it's so precious to me, howsoever tough moments come in my life. 
What is that one distinctive memory from your childhood that you've never shared with anyone? 
Do share in the comments, would love to know. .
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#bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose 
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Some of us, have always been that summer child.. I feel that's one feeling that would always connect you with ones around you, that innate instinct that bonds you, with your loved ones. I try never to loose that feeling because it's so precious to me, howsoever tough moments come in my life. What is that one distinctive memory from your childhood that you've never shared with anyone? Do share in the comments, would love to know. . . #bhavanavarun #pebblespoetryandprose @pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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- 'Ghosts of Revolution'  #pebblespoetryandprose #bhavanavarun 
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- 'Ghosts of Revolution' #pebblespoetryandprose #bhavanavarun @pebblespoetryandprose - 5 months ago

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