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Ajita Bansal

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White दर्द ने सिखाया खुद से मिलना, राहों में खो जाने से पहले, ख़ुद को जानना ज़रूरी है, तब जाकर कोई सही रास्ता लगे। हर ख्वाब का पीछा करते हुए, सपनों में खो जाते हैं हम, लेकिन जब वो टूटते हैं, तब महसूस होता है, हम कहाँ थे, कहाँ हम। अक्सर दूसरों की नज़र से ही जीते हैं हम, पर सच्ची पहचान तो अंदर से आती है। जो खुद को समझे, वही खुद को पा सकता है, बाकी सब तो बस एक छलावा होता है। अब मेरी आँखों में बस एक सवाल है, क्या मैं सचमुच खुद से प्यार करता हूँ? जब तक ये सवाल हल नहीं होगा, ख़ुद के ही हाल में, ख़ुद से जूझता रहूँगा। ©Ajita Bansal #Sad_Status poem of the day

White दर्द ने सिखाया खुद से मिलना, राहों में खो जाने से पहले, ख़ुद को जानना ज़रूरी है, तब जाकर कोई सही रास्ता लगे। हर ख्वाब का पीछा करते हुए, सपनों में खो जाते हैं हम, लेकिन जब वो टूटते हैं, तब महसूस होता है, हम कहाँ थे, कहाँ हम। अक्सर दूसरों की नज़र से ही जीते हैं हम, पर सच्ची पहचान तो अंदर से आती है। जो खुद को समझे, वही खुद को पा सकता है, बाकी सब तो बस एक छलावा होता है। अब मेरी आँखों में बस एक सवाल है, क्या मैं सचमुच खुद से प्यार करता हूँ? जब तक ये सवाल हल नहीं होगा, ख़ुद के ही हाल में, ख़ुद से जूझता रहूँगा। ©Ajita Bansal #Sad_Status poem of the day

Anagha Ukaskar

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White "And they obey" Smash down the dreams Break the walls of heyday Piles of white flowers Black ribbons, too much say Echoes of laughter fade, Shadows linger and hearts betray In silence, he walks alone Lost in the price of fame's display Empty stages, hollow cheers Awaiting light of the day Trembling voices, masked fears As some turn their backs away Make them lose and forget the light Show the things that make them sway ©Anagha Ukaskar Meaning of the poem : ( And it's written to show support to Seunghan of RIIZE. ) 🫶🏻 harsh reality where aspirations are crushed// shatteri

White "And they obey" Smash down the dreams Break the walls of heyday Piles of white flowers Black ribbons, too much say Echoes of laughter fade, Shadows linger and hearts betray In silence, he walks alone Lost in the price of fame's display Empty stages, hollow cheers Awaiting light of the day Trembling voices, masked fears As some turn their backs away Make them lose and forget the light Show the things that make them sway ©Anagha Ukaskar Meaning of the poem : ( And it's written to show support to Seunghan of RIIZE. ) 🫶🏻 harsh reality where aspirations are crushed// shatteri

Cricket

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White If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the mind, it stops both the speed and progress of a man.... ©Cricket If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the m

White If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the mind, it stops both the speed and progress of a man.... ©Cricket If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the m

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The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed

The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed

Ajita Bansal

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White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

Krishnan

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories