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Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
Breath,
The most
precious
gift,      value
it before        it's lost.
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Respect and value each breath... each moment..it's most precious gift
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
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☺The impact..........P...........of trauma☺
Effected right......O.....at the root. The
sensitiveness..........E............ is caused by this and a.......T.....sharp pain..T..shoots,
a route to..R... the root .....R....was made and.........Y...... .removed.......Y.........the paining........W.......nerve.......W'..numbed
rebuilt....
­O
........by filling....O.... with syllables ...R.........inwards ...R......and
then ........D.......the...........D...supported extra......S.... by ......S........words,
c  a  p  p  e  d   w  i  t  h   s  m  i  l  e
    a   n   d      t  h  e      p   a   i   n          
       h        e        a       l           e       d.              
p      e       a      c     e      f    u     l    l    
*F         O         R          E        V       E      R
Dentistry:  Teeth go sensitivewhen undergo trauma.
The tooth digged and route made till the roots, nerve cut and filling done with gatta parcha and aesthetic capping is done..

Poetry: In life some people deep rooted and you are sensitive. Dig them out ..fill the emptiness with words and poetry comes out....smile is the outward capping..
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
Moon...o....moon          
                                       
                        ­     moon ......
                         o moon!...
                    when you are.
              invisible, you....
          stir the tides,.....
     causing insanity..
  moon o moon!...
when you are...
crescent,.............
you're adored....
  by lovers,............
   radiating beauty..
      moon o moon!....
           when you are...
                 complete, you..
                         unfold the scars,..
                                     triggering lunacy..
O God getting lunatic over shape poem's....
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
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      Enjoyed when served
in nice cup, Bitter sweet at.....co
each slurp, Tastes better at           f
last sip, But by the time the           f
temperatures dip. Since the......ee
         Life is like a coffee.
The life and coffee..both are attractive under pleasant ambience. Sweetness and bitterness are blended in. At last time the value is realised but by then no life left to enjoy it..
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017

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Never
underestimate
★the healing ★
★★power★★
★of writing ★
★late night ★
★★poetry★★
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Healing with creativity
Done by poetry,

The candle Light
Midnight
poetry
Is relaxing,
Relieving.
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
The one.........................................causing
       deeper................................wounds
              scars.­.........................the soul
       leaves.....................you
             broken.......empty
                never.....returns
                  or looks back
                     Ask why?
                     no....reply
               silent......­..cry
                 you're..............reborn
              wiser...................­..smarter
               better..........................mature
          version.................................of you
Arpan Rathod Jun 2017
Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time 
          I was going to 
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt 
          like I will go deaf. 
          Instead I went 
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams 
slowly faded.
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree
Joshua Penrod Jun 2017
She said,
You have a boomerang
H
          e
                 a
           r
t
That just doesn't know how to quit.

"Boomerang Heart" -JP
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