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White की तू सज धज कर श्रृंगार करे,मैं तेरे भाल सा कुमकुम हो जाऊ तेरे हाथों की मेंहदी मे, मैं थोड़ा सा कही गुम हो जाऊ ज्यों ज्यों बजती पेजनियां के ,शौर सा मैं तेरा हो जाऊ तू लेकर छलनी जो छज्झर चढ़े मैं तेरे चाँद सा बादल मे हो जाऊ कर कर हंसी ठिठोली देरतक, मैं थोड़ा सा तुमको दिख जाऊ जैसे लगो निहारने तुम मुझको, मैं फिर बादल सा हो जाऊ चलो बहुत हुई ये शैतानी , अब तुमको मैं दिख जाऊ करो तैयारी पूजन की,मैं तुम्हारी छलनी मे समा जाऊ By...... shayar...... gumnaam......20102024 ©aazad parinda for my partner 💗

White की तू सज धज कर श्रृंगार करे,मैं तेरे भाल सा कुमकुम हो जाऊ तेरे हाथों की मेंहदी मे, मैं थोड़ा सा कही गुम हो जाऊ ज्यों ज्यों बजती पेजनियां के ,शौर सा मैं तेरा हो जाऊ तू लेकर छलनी जो छज्झर चढ़े मैं तेरे चाँद सा बादल मे हो जाऊ कर कर हंसी ठिठोली देरतक, मैं थोड़ा सा तुमको दिख जाऊ जैसे लगो निहारने तुम मुझको, मैं फिर बादल सा हो जाऊ चलो बहुत हुई ये शैतानी , अब तुमको मैं दिख जाऊ करो तैयारी पूजन की,मैं तुम्हारी छलनी मे समा जाऊ By...... shayar...... gumnaam......20102024 ©aazad parinda for my partner 💗

PK

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On my 26th, I am grateful to my friends for sending me some special wishes. I have felt great pleasure in the fact that they remembered it and were able to spare time for me. I can't thank each of them enough. As for myself, birth-day and new-year are a point where I can look back at what I have achieved vis-a-vis what I had intended at the start of cycle. If I see it from outside, I should be happy that I have spent another period in terms of work & also that I have reached an academic milestone. However, what bothers me all the time is the quality of how it has gone past. The search for a meaning of life is still on. One mustn't keep walking like everyone else without a sense of purpose. I sometimes feel lost when I think about it. I find myself wanting for words too. There seems to be a contest happening between different factors inside. One day I will be able to explain. Right now what's striking my mind are Faraz’s lines. (01-09-2024) . ©PK a note on my #birthday

On my 26th, I am grateful to my friends for sending me some special wishes. I have felt great pleasure in the fact that they remembered it and were able to spare time for me. I can't thank each of them enough. As for myself, birth-day and new-year are a point where I can look back at what I have achieved vis-a-vis what I had intended at the start of cycle. If I see it from outside, I should be happy that I have spent another period in terms of work & also that I have reached an academic milestone. However, what bothers me all the time is the quality of how it has gone past. The search for a meaning of life is still on. One mustn't keep walking like everyone else without a sense of purpose. I sometimes feel lost when I think about it. I find myself wanting for words too. There seems to be a contest happening between different factors inside. One day I will be able to explain. Right now what's striking my mind are Faraz’s lines. (01-09-2024) . ©PK a note on my #birthday

Schizology

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A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

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

Wangshilila Imz

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White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy

White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy