जब रिश्ते फुरसत में याद करना हो साहब! तो मत याद करना हम अकेले जरूर हैं लेकिन बेफजूल नहीं....!! ©kumari rani singh ##रिश्तों### poetry plunged, khawab, shayri, gazal, story , poem, nojoto india #PoetInYou Lucky pandit surendar seyni badayun wale new son

#रिश्तों### poetry plunged, khawab, shayri, gazal, story , poem, nojoto india PoetInYou Lucky pandit surendar seyni badayun wale new son

जब रिश्ते फुरसत में याद करना हो साहब! तो
मत याद करना

हम अकेले जरूर हैं लेकिन
बेफजूल नहीं....!!

©kumari rani singh ##रिश्तों###
poetry plunged,
khawab,
shayri,
gazal,
story , poem, nojoto india
#PoetInYou Lucky pandit surendar seyni badayun wale new son

Melanie Dominick

Pirates of the Caribbean meets Harry Potter in space in this scifi novel. Follow Mave as she is plunged into a universe where the bad guys are good and the good guys not-so-good. ©Melanie Dominick Pirates of the Caribbean meets Harry Potter in space in this scifi novel. Follow Mave as she is plunged into a universe where the bad guys a

Pirates of the Caribbean meets Harry Potter in space in this scifi novel. Follow Mave as she is plunged into a universe where the bad guys a

Aparnaa Nanda

Parijat and Dawn : The haze dissipated his capes, obscured the visions, concealed the sun in the swerving clouds, to endure the Parijat but couldn't; Parijat was longing for convening with a fleck of sunshine, but the dawn faded away ; And A pure soul shattered into pieces. Are they misled in the canopy of the fallacy of lust Or fate was distinct for them? As the ambiguity of dawn nourished, The bright tinges of Lillies glint, petals of sunflowers blushed, But the Parijat plunged; As a slender candle abandoned in the dusk! Is the amorphous coalition with the day is too delicate to clasp forever or earth is too intense to hold her eternal? Forlorn Parijat awaits the dawn of nostalgic love to lie together with the sun, But couldn't! A tale of Parijat🦋🖤 •Parijat and Dawn • The haze dissipated his capes, obscured the visions, concealed the sun in the swerving clouds,

A tale of Parijat🦋🖤 •Parijat and Dawn • The haze dissipated his capes, obscured the visions, concealed the sun in the swerving clouds,

Parijat and Dawn :

The haze dissipated his capes,
obscured the visions,
concealed the sun in the swerving clouds,
to endure the Parijat but couldn't;

Parijat was longing for convening with a fleck of sunshine,
but the dawn faded away ;
And A pure soul shattered into pieces.

Are they misled in the
canopy of the fallacy of lust
Or fate was distinct for them?

As the ambiguity of dawn nourished,
The bright tinges of Lillies glint,
petals of sunflowers blushed,
But the Parijat plunged;
As a slender candle abandoned in the dusk!

Is the amorphous coalition
with the day is too delicate to clasp forever
or earth is too intense to hold her eternal?

Forlorn Parijat awaits the dawn of nostalgic love to lie together with the sun,
But couldn't! A tale of Parijat🦋🖤

•Parijat and Dawn •

The haze dissipated his capes,
obscured the visions,
concealed the sun in the swerving clouds,

Sakshi Jasrotia

Can I ? It started probably before I hatched, When I was still in liquid form, I was in affirmation with myself, I can’t !! Broke the shell, elevated to see the world, Learnt to tumble and hop, But spreading the wings for flight ? I can’t !! Fellows breathe high on euphoric flights, Even the thoughts flew away, abandoning me blank, Fascinated by the view, but restrained, I can’t !! The boundaries didn’t let the opportunities out, It fenced me in, constraining to choke my freedom. Agitation was to be requisite for survival, Can I !! The shell was to be broken once again, this time efforts required was intense, The length of the wings was talking to me, Can I !! Battling the odds, in the field armouring with courage and guts, Plunged myself, breaking the shackles, I could!! Can I ? It started probably before I hatched, When I was still in liquid form, I was in affirmation with myself, I can’t !! Broke the shel

Can I ? It started probably before I hatched, When I was still in liquid form, I was in affirmation with myself, I can’t !! Broke the shel

Sahana~

A bedroom of broken dreams. — % & The night is a time tied with eternity. Chaos is the only constant that stays with her. Sleeping in a bedroom of broken dreams, dwelling

The night is a time tied with eternity. Chaos is the only constant that stays with her. Sleeping in a bedroom of broken dreams, dwelling

A bedroom of broken dreams.

— % &
The night is a time tied with eternity.
Chaos is the only constant that stays with her.
Sleeping in a bedroom of broken dreams,
dwelling

Subiksa Sreeniddi

Dear depression, (read caption) I still remember those days Where everything was a puzzled mazed It all seemed so vague My heart sank down with an ache I just seemed so lo

I still remember those days Where everything was a puzzled mazed It all seemed so vague My heart sank down with an ache I just seemed so lo

Dear depression,

(read caption) I still remember those days
Where everything was a puzzled mazed
It all seemed so vague
My heart sank down with an ache

I just seemed so lo

Suranya

Timeless Souls, eternal and immortal. They needed no names to survive in History. Jai Bhavani! The ladies echoed in unison. Their voices reflected the true essence of women power. Sacrifice. Bravery. Honour. Just like the

Jai Bhavani! The ladies echoed in unison. Their voices reflected the true essence of women power. Sacrifice. Bravery. Honour. Just like the

Timeless Souls, eternal and immortal.
They needed no names to survive in History. Jai Bhavani!
The ladies echoed in unison. Their voices reflected the true essence of women power. Sacrifice. Bravery. Honour. Just like the

Varun Kumar

#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter2: Papers I was anxious to talk to her, but held myself back and hid behind the bushes, stretching my arms so that no one can see me in that awkward position bluntly gazing at her. May be, I didn't want anyone to follow my sight and notice her frozen tears. Soon she stood up and started walking towards exit. I tried to stop myself but the writer inside me, having many mysterious questions, wanting to know her story, started following her. As she crossed the gates, she took a deep breath and bought a water bottle. Gulping in some water, she used the rest to clean those tear-stains. Suddenly, to my utmost surprise, she crushed and threw those papers in the trash. In curiosity, I didn't even bother about anyone, anything and I plunged to grab out those papers like a hungry rat crawling over a dump in search of food. I was shocked, aghast, stunned, muted (you can add all the other adjectives) and I went numb for few minutes after seeing the verbiage on those papers. To be continued... For previous part click on #MyDiaries_illusion What will go in your mind when one day your conscience is brutally murdered by your own tho

For previous part click on #MyDiaries_illusion What will go in your mind when one day your conscience is brutally murdered by your own tho

#MyDiaries
~Illusion
#Chapter2: Papers

I was anxious to talk to her, but held myself back and hid behind the bushes, stretching my arms so that no one can see me in that awkward position bluntly gazing at her. May be, I didn't want anyone to follow my sight and notice her frozen tears.

Soon she stood up and started walking towards exit. I tried to stop myself but the writer inside me, having many mysterious questions, wanting to know her story, started following her.

As she crossed the gates, she took a deep breath and bought a water bottle. Gulping in some water, she used the rest to clean those tear-stains.

Suddenly, to my utmost surprise, she crushed and threw those papers in the trash. In curiosity, I didn't even bother about anyone, anything and I plunged to grab out those papers like a hungry rat crawling over a dump in search of food.

I was shocked, aghast, stunned, muted (you can add all the other adjectives) and I went numb for few minutes after seeing the verbiage on those papers.

To be continued... For previous part click on #MyDiaries_illusion

What will go in your mind when one day your conscience is brutally murdered by your own tho

Kartik Prajapat

I t w a a r Even today he talks about the porosity of poha and the perfect crisp of jalebi complaining of how wonderful do they go especially when eate

Even today he talks about the porosity of poha and the perfect crisp of jalebi complaining of how wonderful do they go especially when eate

I t w a a r
Even today he talks about the porosity of poha and the perfect crisp of jalebi complaining of how wonderful do they go especially when eate

Nitish

•*When a Saharanian met an Amazonian Beauty*• The owner of the mart that I worked for took good care of me. Bringing me trendy clothes, now and then. He was the reason I worked in a pla

The owner of the mart that I worked for took good care of me. Bringing me trendy clothes, now and then. He was the reason I worked in a pla

•*When a Saharanian met an Amazonian Beauty*•
The owner of the mart that I worked for took good care of me. Bringing me trendy clothes, now and then. He was the reason I worked in a pla

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