Prasoon
@prasoon-nsingh.bsky.social
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Prasoon
@prasoon-nsingh.bsky.social
· Apr 9
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You can be the pen, I’ll be the paper
I do want for you to write all over me
But you’ll have to be the pages in between
For I have far too much for you to also read
And our story is not complete
Until we both unfold our entireties
I do want for you to write all over me
But you’ll have to be the pages in between
For I have far too much for you to also read
And our story is not complete
Until we both unfold our entireties
October 18, 2025 at 4:09 PM
You can be the pen, I’ll be the paper
I do want for you to write all over me
But you’ll have to be the pages in between
For I have far too much for you to also read
And our story is not complete
Until we both unfold our entireties
I do want for you to write all over me
But you’ll have to be the pages in between
For I have far too much for you to also read
And our story is not complete
Until we both unfold our entireties
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I know you worry
about the beauty
and if you’ll be able
to keep singing to it
but as much as I
adore your melody
I love your heart
which bloomed it
far beyond the music
about the beauty
and if you’ll be able
to keep singing to it
but as much as I
adore your melody
I love your heart
which bloomed it
far beyond the music
July 8, 2025 at 2:34 PM
I know you worry
about the beauty
and if you’ll be able
to keep singing to it
but as much as I
adore your melody
I love your heart
which bloomed it
far beyond the music
about the beauty
and if you’ll be able
to keep singing to it
but as much as I
adore your melody
I love your heart
which bloomed it
far beyond the music
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a raindrop
one word
an ocean
a whole verse
poetry
in them both
for those
who know
one word
an ocean
a whole verse
poetry
in them both
for those
who know
July 28, 2025 at 2:06 PM
a raindrop
one word
an ocean
a whole verse
poetry
in them both
for those
who know
one word
an ocean
a whole verse
poetry
in them both
for those
who know
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some days I am Music
and those days, you read me
as if I am the light, and you are in need
but some days I am Silence
and though melodies play within me
and I speak the same soft story
you hear me differently
and those days, you read me
as if I am the light, and you are in need
but some days I am Silence
and though melodies play within me
and I speak the same soft story
you hear me differently
July 29, 2025 at 2:59 AM
some days I am Music
and those days, you read me
as if I am the light, and you are in need
but some days I am Silence
and though melodies play within me
and I speak the same soft story
you hear me differently
and those days, you read me
as if I am the light, and you are in need
but some days I am Silence
and though melodies play within me
and I speak the same soft story
you hear me differently
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I don’t know you
Or the things that do you
Except the way you sing
So beautiful and true
I don’t know you
Not in this silence
Except for the music
That from you transpires
I don’t know you
Between all the blanks
That I cannot see through
Except for the love
That peeks through
Or the things that do you
Except the way you sing
So beautiful and true
I don’t know you
Not in this silence
Except for the music
That from you transpires
I don’t know you
Between all the blanks
That I cannot see through
Except for the love
That peeks through
June 30, 2025 at 4:32 PM
I don’t know you
Or the things that do you
Except the way you sing
So beautiful and true
I don’t know you
Not in this silence
Except for the music
That from you transpires
I don’t know you
Between all the blanks
That I cannot see through
Except for the love
That peeks through
Or the things that do you
Except the way you sing
So beautiful and true
I don’t know you
Not in this silence
Except for the music
That from you transpires
I don’t know you
Between all the blanks
That I cannot see through
Except for the love
That peeks through
They said a man lived
on the hilltop,
who wore a cummerbund—
tight and neat,
and lived a life of lavish.
A man of culture,
a synonym of success,
who spoke in wisdom.
Curious of the tale,
rose a temptation
to seek.
#vss #vss365 #cummerbund
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on the hilltop,
who wore a cummerbund—
tight and neat,
and lived a life of lavish.
A man of culture,
a synonym of success,
who spoke in wisdom.
Curious of the tale,
rose a temptation
to seek.
#vss #vss365 #cummerbund
(1/2)
July 7, 2025 at 6:21 PM
They said a man lived
on the hilltop,
who wore a cummerbund—
tight and neat,
and lived a life of lavish.
A man of culture,
a synonym of success,
who spoke in wisdom.
Curious of the tale,
rose a temptation
to seek.
#vss #vss365 #cummerbund
(1/2)
on the hilltop,
who wore a cummerbund—
tight and neat,
and lived a life of lavish.
A man of culture,
a synonym of success,
who spoke in wisdom.
Curious of the tale,
rose a temptation
to seek.
#vss #vss365 #cummerbund
(1/2)
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I have not forgotten how to sing, but these days I love quietly
Knowing those who know the song, will recognize the humming
Knowing those who know the song, will recognize the humming
June 15, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I have not forgotten how to sing, but these days I love quietly
Knowing those who know the song, will recognize the humming
Knowing those who know the song, will recognize the humming
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The love that I want to hold
Is one that doesn’t need to be held
The one that simply dwells
Is one that doesn’t need to be held
The one that simply dwells
June 9, 2025 at 3:17 PM
The love that I want to hold
Is one that doesn’t need to be held
The one that simply dwells
Is one that doesn’t need to be held
The one that simply dwells
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you call me a muse
a bridge to your poetry
but even without me
you would’ve reached
the same beauty
a bridge to your poetry
but even without me
you would’ve reached
the same beauty
June 4, 2025 at 2:55 PM
you call me a muse
a bridge to your poetry
but even without me
you would’ve reached
the same beauty
a bridge to your poetry
but even without me
you would’ve reached
the same beauty
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May 31, 2025 at 11:02 PM
The day felt odd. But the weather turned out great. Amidst the striking heat, the wind began to whisper, sinking into my marrow like rain into thirsty roots. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. The only sound I could hear was the joyflight of birds.
(1/2)
#vss365 #marrow #vss
(1/2)
#vss365 #marrow #vss
May 23, 2025 at 10:02 AM
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April 23, 2025 at 7:26 AM
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borrow my light
and I’ll borrow yours too
shine even brighter
I’ll become the warmth too
no stars of ours dimmed
just unfolded infinitely
and I’ll borrow yours too
shine even brighter
I’ll become the warmth too
no stars of ours dimmed
just unfolded infinitely
March 12, 2025 at 5:40 PM
borrow my light
and I’ll borrow yours too
shine even brighter
I’ll become the warmth too
no stars of ours dimmed
just unfolded infinitely
and I’ll borrow yours too
shine even brighter
I’ll become the warmth too
no stars of ours dimmed
just unfolded infinitely
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quiet afternoons, rain falling too
ruminating till words gently bloom
ruminating till words gently bloom
March 13, 2025 at 12:22 AM
quiet afternoons, rain falling too
ruminating till words gently bloom
ruminating till words gently bloom