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White In the quiet dawn, where dreams collide, The sea's soft murmurs, a whispered tide. Each wave a story, ancient and deep, Carving the shore while the world still sleeps. Beneath the moon's tender, silvery gaze, The water dances in a timeless daze. Ripples and foams, a lullaby’s breath, Caressing the sand with a touch of death. A ceaseless rhythm of rise and fall, In its embrace, I hear the ocean's call. Boundless and wild, it sweeps the night, Guiding lost souls with its soft, glowing light. So let the waves sing their endless song, Of passion, of peace, where we all belong. In their gentle crash, a promise is made, That in their embrace, we’ll never fade. ©twisha ray #seawaves #trnojo119 #sealove

White In the quiet dawn, where dreams collide, The sea's soft murmurs, a whispered tide. Each wave a story, ancient and deep, Carving the shore while the world still sleeps. Beneath the moon's tender, silvery gaze, The water dances in a timeless daze. Ripples and foams, a lullaby’s breath, Caressing the sand with a touch of death. A ceaseless rhythm of rise and fall, In its embrace, I hear the ocean's call. Boundless and wild, it sweeps the night, Guiding lost souls with its soft, glowing light. So let the waves sing their endless song, Of passion, of peace, where we all belong. In their gentle crash, a promise is made, That in their embrace, we’ll never fade. ©twisha ray #seawaves #trnojo119 #sealove

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We ought to be light, to convey mild to a world that is dark To supply hope, to exhibit love this is a risk to go away your mark To make this vicinity a little higher than when we first arrived The world is our canvas paint it with hope and a future Share your vision, carry your voice Move your ft and make your choice Color the world in brighter hues These are your items it’s up to you to use ©twisha ray #DARKNESSANDFIRE #trnojo116 #night

We ought to be light, to convey mild to a world that is dark To supply hope, to exhibit love this is a risk to go away your mark To make this vicinity a little higher than when we first arrived The world is our canvas paint it with hope and a future Share your vision, carry your voice Move your ft and make your choice Color the world in brighter hues These are your items it’s up to you to use ©twisha ray #DARKNESSANDFIRE #trnojo116 #night

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White In the hush of the night, where shadows softly blend, The dark sky’s embrace is where friendships mend. Not always the realm of love’s tender call, Night’s also a time for friends, big and small. Under the moon’s gaze, no need for disguise, Shared laughter and stories beneath starlit skies. In the quiet of night, where secrets are spun, Friendship’s true warmth is felt by everyone. ©twisha ray #goodnightimages #trnojo113 #nightwhispers

White In the hush of the night, where shadows softly blend, The dark sky’s embrace is where friendships mend. Not always the realm of love’s tender call, Night’s also a time for friends, big and small. Under the moon’s gaze, no need for disguise, Shared laughter and stories beneath starlit skies. In the quiet of night, where secrets are spun, Friendship’s true warmth is felt by everyone. ©twisha ray #goodnightimages #trnojo113 #nightwhispers

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White Sometimes, memories act like framed thoughts, capturing moments from the past and continually influencing our present. They can evoke a sense of nostalgia or regret, subtly guiding our emotions and decisions. While these recollections shape who we are, they need not confine our future. By acknowledging their impact, we gain insight and the power to redefine our path. Embracing this awareness allows us to learn from our past while making conscious choices to shape a future that aligns with our true aspirations. ©twisha ray #love_shayari #trnojo110 #lifememories

White Sometimes, memories act like framed thoughts, capturing moments from the past and continually influencing our present. They can evoke a sense of nostalgia or regret, subtly guiding our emotions and decisions. While these recollections shape who we are, they need not confine our future. By acknowledging their impact, we gain insight and the power to redefine our path. Embracing this awareness allows us to learn from our past while making conscious choices to shape a future that aligns with our true aspirations. ©twisha ray #love_shayari #trnojo110 #lifememories

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White This Rakhi, my promise to you is to keep you safe, prioritize family, and guide you with love. Learn about good vs. bad touch and always speak up if something feels wrong. Let’s stay grounded and support each other through everything. ©twisha ray #raksha_bandhan_2024 #trnojo102 #promiseday

White This Rakhi, my promise to you is to keep you safe, prioritize family, and guide you with love. Learn about good vs. bad touch and always speak up if something feels wrong. Let’s stay grounded and support each other through everything. ©twisha ray #raksha_bandhan_2024 #trnojo102 #promiseday

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White No brother's wrist to tie the thread, But still, we weave our bonds instead. Mothers, sisters, grandmothers too, In every heart, the promise grew. For every girl who walks this path, Through sun and storm, and shadow’s wrath, We stand as one, a sacred vow— To lift each other, here and now. We guard our hearts, our dreams, our place, In this world we leave a trace. A bond not bound by blood alone, But through the strength we’ve always shown. So here's to us, to all we bear, With love and grace beyond compare. In every thread, our stories blend, As women, let our spirits mend. ©twisha ray #raksha_bandhan_2024 #trnojo101 #promiseday

White No brother's wrist to tie the thread, But still, we weave our bonds instead. Mothers, sisters, grandmothers too, In every heart, the promise grew. For every girl who walks this path, Through sun and storm, and shadow’s wrath, We stand as one, a sacred vow— To lift each other, here and now. We guard our hearts, our dreams, our place, In this world we leave a trace. A bond not bound by blood alone, But through the strength we’ve always shown. So here's to us, to all we bear, With love and grace beyond compare. In every thread, our stories blend, As women, let our spirits mend. ©twisha ray #raksha_bandhan_2024 #trnojo101 #promiseday

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Silence is the loudest scream. It is the unspoken words, the hidden emotions, and the suppressed thoughts that echo through the void. In a world where noise is constant, silence can be deafening. It is the quiet desperation, the stillness of a storm, and the calm before the chaos. In silence, the mind screams with a thousand unspoken words, a thousand untold stories, and a thousand unshed tears. It is the sound of the heart beating with a mix of fear, anger, and sadness. Silence is not the absence of noise, but the presence of emotions so intense, they cannot be expressed. Yet, in this silence, there is power. The power to listen, to reflect, and to heal. The power to find strength in the stillness, and courage in the quiet. For in the silence, we find the loudest scream of all – the scream of our true selves, yearning to be heard, to be seen, and to be free. ©twisha ray #Silence #trnojo93 #Inspirational 

Silence is the loudest scream. It is the unspoken words, the hidden emotions, and the suppressed thoughts that echo through the void. In a world where noise is constant, silence can be deafening. It is the quiet desperation, the stillness of a storm, and the calm before the chaos. In silence, the mind screams with a thousand unspoken words, a thousand untold stories, and a thousand unshed tears. It is the sound of the heart beating with a mix of fear, anger, and sadness. Silence is not the absence of noise, but the presence of emotions so intense, they cannot be expressed. Yet, in this silence, there is power. The power to listen, to reflect, and to heal. The power to find strength in the stillness, and courage in the quiet. For in the silence, we find the loudest scream of all – the scream of our true selves, yearning to be heard, to be seen, and to be free. ©twisha ray #Silence #trnojo93 #Inspirational 

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As I lay in bed, surrounded by the darkness of the night, my mind began to wander. Thoughts crept in like shadows, whispering secrets and doubts. I thought about life, its twists and turns, its ups and downs. I thought about the dreams I had yet to chase, the fears I had yet to face. I thought about the people I loved, the ones who had left, and the ones who remained. The night air was thick with the scent of possibilities, and I felt the weight of my own potential. I thought about the choices I had made, the paths I had taken, and the ones I had yet to explore. As the hours ticked by, my thoughts grew quieter, like the stillness of the night. I realized that life was a journey, not a destination. It was a tapestry of moments, woven together by the threads of our experiences. And in that moment, I understood that the night thoughts were not enemies to be feared, but friends to be embraced. For in their darkness, I found the light of self-discovery, and the courage to face another day. ©twisha ray #girl #trnojo91 #nighthoughts

As I lay in bed, surrounded by the darkness of the night, my mind began to wander. Thoughts crept in like shadows, whispering secrets and doubts. I thought about life, its twists and turns, its ups and downs. I thought about the dreams I had yet to chase, the fears I had yet to face. I thought about the people I loved, the ones who had left, and the ones who remained. The night air was thick with the scent of possibilities, and I felt the weight of my own potential. I thought about the choices I had made, the paths I had taken, and the ones I had yet to explore. As the hours ticked by, my thoughts grew quieter, like the stillness of the night. I realized that life was a journey, not a destination. It was a tapestry of moments, woven together by the threads of our experiences. And in that moment, I understood that the night thoughts were not enemies to be feared, but friends to be embraced. For in their darkness, I found the light of self-discovery, and the courage to face another day. ©twisha ray #girl #trnojo91 #nighthoughts

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White How long will Indian girls suffer in silence? Their voices suppressed, their dreams dismissed. Their bodies bound by societal chains, Their minds shackled by patriarchal pains. How long will they be treated as less than equal? Their rights denied, their futures unreal. Their laughter muted, their tears unseen, Their stories untold, their souls unclean. How long will they be forced to hide their face? Their identity erased, their autonomy replaced. Their choices dictated, their paths predetermined, Their lives controlled, their spirits diminished. But still they rise, they resist, they fight, For a future where they can shine with all their light. Where they can live without fear or shame, Where they can be themselves, free from blame. They march with candles, a beacon of hope, A symbol of resistance, a refusal to cope. With every step, they claim their space, With every voice, they break the chains of oppression's pace. How long? Not much longer, the time is near, When equality and justice will banish fear. When Indian girls will rise, and their voices will be heard, And their stories will be told, and their dreams will be unfurled. ©twisha ray Wall #trnojo90 #howlongitlasts

White How long will Indian girls suffer in silence? Their voices suppressed, their dreams dismissed. Their bodies bound by societal chains, Their minds shackled by patriarchal pains. How long will they be treated as less than equal? Their rights denied, their futures unreal. Their laughter muted, their tears unseen, Their stories untold, their souls unclean. How long will they be forced to hide their face? Their identity erased, their autonomy replaced. Their choices dictated, their paths predetermined, Their lives controlled, their spirits diminished. But still they rise, they resist, they fight, For a future where they can shine with all their light. Where they can live without fear or shame, Where they can be themselves, free from blame. They march with candles, a beacon of hope, A symbol of resistance, a refusal to cope. With every step, they claim their space, With every voice, they break the chains of oppression's pace. How long? Not much longer, the time is near, When equality and justice will banish fear. When Indian girls will rise, and their voices will be heard, And their stories will be told, and their dreams will be unfurled. ©twisha ray Wall #trnojo90 #howlongitlasts

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White We have patience, but still we complain, A paradox of emotions, a contradictory refrain. We smile and hide, the frustration inside, Never agreeing, but still we abide. With every step, a silent scream, A whispered discontent, a hidden dream. We wear a mask, of calm and peace, But beneath the surface, a stormy release. We search for answers, in the dark of night, For a glimmer of hope, a shining light. We hold on to patience, like a guiding star, And smile through the pain, near and far. But still we complain, in hushed tones and sighs, A gentle murmur, a soft surprise. For in the silence, our voices are heard, A quiet rebellion, a peaceful word. So let us smile, and hide our pains And never agree, through all our tears. For in the patience, we find our strength, And in the complaints, a gentle length. ©twisha ray #international_youth_day #trnojo89 #YouthOfIndia

White We have patience, but still we complain, A paradox of emotions, a contradictory refrain. We smile and hide, the frustration inside, Never agreeing, but still we abide. With every step, a silent scream, A whispered discontent, a hidden dream. We wear a mask, of calm and peace, But beneath the surface, a stormy release. We search for answers, in the dark of night, For a glimmer of hope, a shining light. We hold on to patience, like a guiding star, And smile through the pain, near and far. But still we complain, in hushed tones and sighs, A gentle murmur, a soft surprise. For in the silence, our voices are heard, A quiet rebellion, a peaceful word. So let us smile, and hide our pains And never agree, through all our tears. For in the patience, we find our strength, And in the complaints, a gentle length. ©twisha ray #international_youth_day #trnojo89 #YouthOfIndia