Deepak Kanungo

" Searching for a soul mate is futile. The ideal partner is the one you create. "

Catching Us In a Mirror Do you ask questions in our drive-in movie? When gravity cuts in who decides our real? Even Dylan serves passion at intermission You look straight at me rewriting all our light. In a moment, we both see who we really are All those words we’ve shared, just blue rain Our ghosts take these angels so seriously Almost as if we’ve all discussed this forever. Our smirks paint us like we’ve always known When a poet shares what does silence mean I write to you even as the night embraces me When we leave, how do you know we're real? 🎨: Blue Rain - REGI FLIH, Emerson | Spotify

Ukrainian drone hits upmarket Moscow high-rise ahead of Victory Day celebrations bbc.in/4t9sXdh

Brambling Astonishment Intertwining Turbulence #AcrosticChallenge #Acrostic Bait

#vss365 #affection Oblique feelings kiss, Leave a message For a shipwrecked glass of sand~ Drift the silence To the ones who miss, The affection of..the waters hand, #writingcommunity Pic my own

@POLITICOEurope Wow!

Russia's May 9 Victory Day parade could have some unwelcome guests this year: Ukrainian drones. politico.eu/article/ukrain…

Putin hunkers down for fear of assassination ft.trib.al/BfkacIU

Thank you to my brothers and sisters in Keralam for a truly decisive mandate. Congratulations to every UDF leader and worker for a hard-fought, well-run campaign. As I said before, Keralam has the talent, Keralam has the potential and now Keralam has a UDF government with a vision to harness both. I look forward to seeing my Keralam family soon ♥️

we are a beautiful secret sharing a space in time where no one can see us and you are only mine…

My copy of ‘Shored Fragments: Poems in Response to Eliot’s The Waste Land' (@blackboughpoems) arrived! 🩵 An exquisite collection! An honour to be part of it 🙏 Thank you @MatthewMCSmith & Kitty Donnelly. Order this beautiful, timeless edition today 🔥 blackboughpoetry.com/shored-fragmen…

They rise with wings of broken concrete and bent rebar small bodies drift above the city that failed them tortured souls atop skyscrapers wait for those in corner offices who plot their deceit in muted tones… 1 of 2 #foxprose

If only I could capture all that is him his words and affection the way we laugh and store it in a jar I could savour him slowly a warm caress scented on my skin word by word hug by hug kids by kiss if only... #vss365

Even a survey from Russia’s state-owned pollster showed Putin’s approval rate has fallen to 65.6% from 77.8% at the start of the year and prewar levels well above 80%. bit.ly/3OJb3Ad

@ronsterd89 He was a saintly figure!

In 1981, Jimmy Carter walked out of the White House. He had been the most powerful man in the world. Leader of the United States. Commander-in-Chief. A man with access to anything, anywhere. Then suddenly, it was over. Most former presidents take a different path. Million-dollar speeches. Book deals. Private jets. A life far removed from ordinary people. Carter didn’t do that. He went home. Back to Plains, Georgia. A small town. No spotlight. No luxury lifestyle. And then he did something almost no one expected. He picked up a hammer. With Habitat for Humanity, Carter started building houses for people who couldn’t afford one. Not posing for photos. Not supervising. Working. Sweating under the sun. Carrying wood. Hammering nails. Side by side with volunteers. Year after year. Into his 70s. Into his 80s. Even into his 90s. This wasn’t a one-time gesture. He helped build and repair thousands of homes across the world. The same man who once sat behind the most powerful desk on Earth was now on rooftops, fixing homes for strangers. No cameras needed. No applause required. While others chased wealth after power, Carter chose something else. Service. He lived longer than any U.S. president in history. Long enough for people to look back and realize something simple. Power didn’t define him. What he did after power did. And in a world where leaders often take, he kept giving. Story based on historical records. This post is for educational purposes.

#vss365 I soften at a glimpse of your pain, even though I see it as a blurred reflection on a horizon that’s forgotten my name. Your blood and mine, soliloquies, rosed on our skin. I would unravel my last thread of furied sun to place something real and warm and gentle in your hands, but somehow, my fingertips bruise. 📷 Pixabay

these moments we share from one #wonder to the next intervals of love #affection bears us across the night as the common ground #NaTankaMo #MayTanka #vss365 #tanka #poetry

#vss365 #affection #FoxProse @FoxProse life's garden a temple of textures rose petal thorn - love daisy, pastel force of affection #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

quiet nights you in your own world I wonder how many miles away are you now #tanka #TankaThursday #NaTankaMo #MayTanka

not delicate love not borrowed softness just two #lions wounded by the world still choosing each other through the #fury of nights that tried to undo us through the noise the distance the breaking we kept returning like fire recognizing fire #vss365 #poetry