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judy smith Sep 2015
Sep 28, 2015- A cocktail party is a fad in big fat weddings nowadays, and so have elaborate and voluminous cocktail gowns! But before you head to buy such an outfut, it's best to evaluate your body type and choose something that offers comfort, says an expert.

Divya Sisodia, fashion stylist, VioletStreet.com, an online shopping destination, has shared tips on how to choose a cocktail dress that can flatter you:

* Before picking a cocktail dress, evaluate your body type on whether it is pear shaped, rectangle shaped, apple shaped, petite, bony, boxy or full-figured.

* Instead of blindly following the trend spotters, opt for a dress which is comfortable and suits you. For example, apple shaped women, who carry most of the fat around their abdominal region and often have a large bust and waist, but narrow hips, must opt for soft fabrics rather than fabrics that would cling to their body. Cocktail dresses with flowing or A-line cuts are perfect for pear shapes, as they silhouette the hips beautifully.

* Full-figured and plus size women must choose dark coloured dresses that make them look thinner.

* Accessories are a great way to add oomph to an evening look. It can help to add one’s own flair to a dress that might be beautiful on its own. Even a simple black dress becomes a style statement when paired with a pair of edgy earrings and spiked heels. You can also use interesting or chunky neckpieces to divert attention to your upper body than to your lower body.

* Don’t try to fit into ill-fitting cocktail dresses as they will only make you feel and look uncomfortable.

* To create an hourglass delusion, highlight your waistline. Blouson dresses that gather around the waist add a curve to the upper hip and show off your perfect legs. You can further enhance your waistline with a wide belt or corset belt in a contrasting colour to your cocktail dress.

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ishaan khandpur Jan 2016
The moon looked down in envy,
As the sun shone with all his might,
To try and match the beauty,
That radiated from her smile.
Divya Prasad Jan 2018
She emerged like a lotus
Unsullied from the mud
A heart so pure
A handful of lotuses
And eyes, gleaming with love.
Her warm smile
Opened the petals of my heart
She appeared to my eyes
As one in the world
Yet not from it.
- Divya Prasad
Divya Sharma Jan 2021
Tonight  is this year's first fog in the city  .It's smell approaches  me through the crevices on bottom of window frames .
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Our days  of memories forbid me to sleep . My eyelids heave with the excitement at which my thoughts want to celebrate your immortality within me .My eyelashes are too heavy with tears to be lifted up .
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I am reminded of the time when I was so scared of the water stretches and their depth until I looked deep in your eyes that flooded , held a hundred tides of reasons , an accumulation of all the why whirling on a monotonous note .
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I am reminded of the lesson that pain isn't abstract , it heaves in the familiar undiscovered parts of my body   when I breathe in your absence.
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I close my eyes tonight   and when I take the name of universe and god, I see the vision of your face . As I isolate from the worldly tantrums and try sinking deep in my conscience,  I am draped with the feelings you offered me in all ways .

Divya
dpbian Nov 2018
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Will it be as early as it should be
Or be so late to be of no use for me?
I wonder when thou will come,
I ponder how thou will come.
What should I do just sit and wait,
Or pull myself together and do a work great.
But to do a work great I need thou,
And to make you come to me I bow.
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Am I loud enough to reach you,
Or for you to find me should I leave a clue.
Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic,
Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic.
I even don't know I'm reaching you or not,
And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not.
-Divya Prakash Bhardwaj
(DPBian art)
I was depressed that i was not good at even a single thing that would feed me in future so this poem came out as I wanted god to give me the strength and confidence to do what is required.
JP Sep 2018
My girlfriend
asked, "Do you still love Hema?"
Replied, Yes!
Do you still love Rima?
Replied, Yeah!
Do you even Divya?
Replied, hmm..So, What?
How dare you!
Replied, I love girls to love you!
Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off
in a white horse open sleigh,
but upon learning untimely demise
regarding prosperous family, whose small
plane crashed August 8, 2019.

They lived ~ three doors down from us
farther than one can toss a Buffalo nickelback.)

The victims included;
Jasbir Khurana, 60
(a professor of pathology
and laboratory medicine
at Temple University's
Lewis Katz School of Medicine);
Divya Khurana, 54 (a professor
of pediatrics and neurology
at the Drexel University
College of Medicine,
specializing in pediatrics, sleep) ;
and the couple's youngest daughter
Kiran Khurana 19 years old.

No words can assuage the deep sorrow,
this once upon a time neighbor
(I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experienced
disbelief, numbness, shock...
attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved,
and vacillated how to communicate
heartfelt (I cannot ex spleen) sympathy,
where words superfluous,
yet... if for that challenge alone,
an affinity with language

spurred impulse to focus upon
bountiness of joie de vivre
imbibed years gone by,
when every now and
again chance encounters
found yours truly (me)
in delightful company
regarding persons whose presence
imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth...
facilitating emotional philanthropy

influenced long term positive memories
to one experienced being
outcast, ostracized, offensive...
courtesy unfortunate series
of circumstances beyond my control,
which voiced unwelcome tension
sabotaged reaching quality politeness
displeased at unfriendly reactions
reflexively, maliciously, impetuously...
did little or no justice

toward conflict resolution
which altercations nearly,
quickly did segway profoundly
into unpleasant standoffs,
yes bias, bigotry, bitterness
begat bisel meshuga
acutely aware I loathe
uncouth actions regarding myself
and strive to remain
affable, cordial, friendly...,

hence an object lesson,
(albeit ex post facto)
to abide by my inner integrity,
ethos, dogma politesse...,
especially when pitted against
unsavory electric acid kool aid test
tis then urgently vital to remain
steadfast, and figuratively
turn the other cheek
particularly when populace

under severe duress
re: instigated by pathologically
belligerent, ill mannered, rude...
former president whose
set abhorrent precedence,
whereby people of nation follow suit,
yet this nonconformist only hopes
to affect positive within
webbed wide world at large.
Divya Prasad Jan 2018
The fairy of the ruins
Dances away to life's rythm
Chanting tales of the past

Holding together the cracks of time
Sharing her beauty with the dead
Dusting away broken cobwebs
Eternally cradling hearts
Of angels and demons alike

Seeing through imperfections
Of our flawless cores
Rising to her strength
Beautifully as ever

As if it's her only purpose
Watching over wondering eyes
And crumbling souls
Marvelling at the grandeur
Of what once was

Breathing the oldness
As a reminder of the present
Blessed are those
Who meet these Apasaras
Weaving light into our paths
Living deep within
the ruins  of our souls...
And in the monuments of people we meet.

Have you ever met an Apsara so pure?
Who invokes the love we can be...
Who embraces the love that we are.
- Divya Prasad
Divya Prasad Jan 2018
The turquoise hums the prayers
The sacredness rises
In Palo Santo’s wisps
The totems voice the spirit’s call
As sun gods wake in hues of gold
The peyote’s eyes
Guide the soul back home
The feathers dance
To the heart’s beat
The spirit journeys
In circles of burning pipes
The roots within embrace
Mother earth’s womb
Beads of sweat
Shed the tears
For what once was
The lost parts within
Find their home
The flutes sing
Stories of the heart
The pyre flickers a feeling
As the soul's moon rises
Swaying feathers
Catch a dream
In the willow webs bloom;
Heart’s infinite flower.

~ Divya Prasad
befalling beloved Khurana's

https://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/
Montgomery-County-Small-Plane-Crash-527480941.html

Published Aug 8, 2019 at 7:03 AM |
Updated at 1:14 AM EDT on Aug 9, 2019

The missus shrieked
with horror watching
and hearing in
disbelief and shock
catastrophe costing
three precious lives,
Macbook Pro laptop
wallpaper agonizing reminder

(though poem previously written
subsequently mailed to
immediate family relations),
I still feel numb
(albeit NOT comfortably)
reconciling inexplicable reality
with recollection to distill

their true value
when yours truly and kin
(sleeping spouse plus,
our two grown daughters)
lived on Greentree Lane
about three doors up
quite some years ago,

yet their untimely deaths
affect me weeks later
thus poetic memoriam
culled out and begged
express impossible mission
attempting to comprehend
profound loss community

of medical professionals
still must experience
stunned with grief
already latter half month
of August 2019 elapsed.

Though only casual acquaintance
husband/ wife doctors
Jasvir Khurana professor of pathology
and laboratory medicine
at Temple University
Lewis Katz School of Medicine
with a focus on bone pathology
and Divya Khurana (respectively)

a professor of pediatrics and neurology
at Drexel University
College of Medicine,
specializing in pediatrics,
sleep medicine and pediatric neurology
earned national recognition
as decades long leader in epilepsy
and mitochondrial disorder.

Nineteen year old daughter,
Kiran Khurana
youngest of two daughters
graduated Harriton High School
two thousand eighteen
in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania
sadly also perished
single-engine Beechcraft Bonanza
crashed behind homes
along Minnie Lane near
Morris Road in Upper Moreland.
It   was a   long,  long  quest
by  the   nation which invented  chess,
to get  a  gold  at   Olympiad.
True,  silver and bronze,
gifted Individuals like Rafiq  and Viji
got in the past,  
but  never  the team gold
till   the  Budapest  Olympiad.
Well, the Olympiad  held  at  Hungary,
the land  of Magyars  and  the  mighty  Polgars,
Lo, arrived    the  young  Indian masters,  men and women
Carrying the  legacy  of  the   Tiger of  Madras
and  the hopes  of  millions of   Indians  and  fans  elsewhere,
Fully  charged,  determined  for deeds  greater,
The   vyuha  of  the  men’s  team   crafted  carefully
by   Srinath, the coach.
Fiery  Gukesh was fielded in the top board
Arjun  played  aggressive  chess  and  
Pragg  played  soli­d  and  attacked  the foe,
as  the  battle-board  demanded
The  team’s   fortunes, strengthened   further
By the  heroics  of  Vidit and  Hari
The   champion chess colts’  majestic  march
boasted  wins  against  rivals, arch
Hungary,  America,  Slovenia
Chess Continents   crumbled  at the
Concentrated  attacks  of the  young  Indian  warriors
Who  tamed  all  and   emerged  victorious
The  young Indian  women’s  team of Kunte,
Matched the talent and  deeds  of  the Indian men
Harika  Dronavalli  at  top  board, drawing and winning,
Assuring   a  solid  support,  with hopes  dawning
Divya  Deshmukh,  the  darling of  the Olympiad
And  the  fearless tigress of  the  team,
Attacked  all-out  in    her  games,
Going for  the **** and  scoring  points at  will.
Vantika  and Vaishali  defended  well,
At times, the inferior  positions  in  their  tables,
Only  to  turn the  tables, at  the right  time,
With their  counter  attacks  and crafty play.
Tania  Sachdev  rendered  solid  support
By her  steady play and steely nerves.
Came  final round, the  young Indian women
Taught  the Azerbaijanis, a  lesson or two over the board
Picked up  the lion’s  share  of points in their hoard
And  in the  process, won  the Olympiad  gold!
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the poem  celebrates  India's  Victory in both men and women  world chess olympiad  held  in  Budapest,Hungary.  quest -  search  Magyars- Warrior race who ruled Hungary ;  Polgar -  means citizen in Hungarian Vyuha - strategy in sanskrit  Arjun, Vidit, Pragg,, Kunte, Harika, Divya, Vaishali,Tania  --- all the victorious Indian men and women

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