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Pooja Priya

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White कहने को तो गृहणियों के आस पास सैकड़ों जज़्बात जालों के भाती फैले होते है उन्हें बस कुछ पल फुर्सत से निकाल कर शब्दों में बुन कर एक नया रूप देना होता है

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twisha ray

Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry #Life

From buttery scone to rich digest,
Each type brings joy and comfort best.
The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread,
With crumbly texture, rich and spread.
Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet,
A spiced delight, a crispy treat.
Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind,
With layers light and tender, find
The perfect pairing for a stew,
Or just a snack when day is through.
Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain,
With wholesome oats, they entertain.
Or chocolate chip, a treat divine,
Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines.
And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp,
With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss.
Each bite a moment of pure bliss,
A simple pleasure, none will miss.
So many types, each with its charm,
To lift the spirit, calm the storm.
The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat,
Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat.
Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright,
A jeweled delight, a pure delight.
Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough,
With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough.
A humble biscuit, in its grace,
Brings warmth and joy to every place.
The rich and savory, cheddar's delight,
Golden and flaky, a savory bite.
Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand,
With a crumbly texture, made by hand.

©twisha ray Biscuit
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Pooja Priya

#गृहणी #Housewife #nojohindi #no #No_1trending #Random #randomthoughts Siddharth Gupta Poetry Stage Publication House sharma ji #विचार

Raah-e-fakira

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twisha ray

In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful

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$In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful$