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Sandeep L Guru

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White गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) गणपति बप्पा मोरया, घर-घर में आए, सुख, समृद्धि और शांति के दीप जलाए। मिट्टी के इस देवता का ऐसा प्रताप, हर मन में बसता उसका अलौकिक स्वभाव। धूमधाम से स्वागत, ढोल-नगाड़ों की थाप, मन करता है झूमे, छोड़कर हर पाप। विघ्नहर्ता, तुम हो संजीवनी का दान, जीवन में भरते हो प्रेम और सम्मान। ©Sandeep L Guru गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) #sandeeplguru #viral #Nojoto #Google #Poetry #latest #UNIQUE #Ganesh_chaturthi hindi poetry on life poetry lovers poetry on love poetry in hindi

White गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) गणपति बप्पा मोरया, घर-घर में आए, सुख, समृद्धि और शांति के दीप जलाए। मिट्टी के इस देवता का ऐसा प्रताप, हर मन में बसता उसका अलौकिक स्वभाव। धूमधाम से स्वागत, ढोल-नगाड़ों की थाप, मन करता है झूमे, छोड़कर हर पाप। विघ्नहर्ता, तुम हो संजीवनी का दान, जीवन में भरते हो प्रेम और सम्मान। ©Sandeep L Guru गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) #sandeeplguru #viral #Nojoto #Google #Poetry #latest #UNIQUE #Ganesh_chaturthi hindi poetry on life poetry lovers poetry on love poetry in hindi

NEHA SHARMA

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White हर पल हर लम्हा मेरा खाश होता है जब जब मेरा कागज़ और कलम मेरे साथ होता है ©NEHA SHARMA क्या आपको भी लिखना अच्छा लगता है तो comment box में DM करे #shayri #Hindi #writer #nojohindi #UNIQUE #treanding

White हर पल हर लम्हा मेरा खाश होता है जब जब मेरा कागज़ और कलम मेरे साथ होता है ©NEHA SHARMA क्या आपको भी लिखना अच्छा लगता है तो comment box में DM करे #shayri #Hindi #writer #nojohindi #UNIQUE #treanding

Sunshine

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White EveryOne Is Unique ©Sunshine #Unique

White EveryOne Is Unique ©Sunshine #Unique

Raghu Bk

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White winners never quit; quitters never win. ©Raghu Bk #cg_forest #ViratKohli #quaotes #king #leader #boss #UNIQUE #leadershipskills

White winners never quit; quitters never win. ©Raghu Bk #cg_forest #ViratKohli #quaotes #king #leader #boss #UNIQUE #leadershipskills

Meera

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I can be unique, but I know who I am. ©Meera #UNIQUE

I can be unique, but I know who I am. ©Meera #UNIQUE

Prince Martin

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White Shadows of the Past In the quiet confines of Clara's attic, memories of lost love lingered like shadows, haunting her every thought and tugging at her broken heart. The moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a ghostly glow on the forgotten trinkets and faded photographs that adorned the room. Among the relics of a love long gone, Clara found herself entangled in a web of bittersweet nostalgia, her heart heavy with the weight of lonesome memories. She traced the outline of a weathered photograph resting on an old wooden chest, her fingers trembling with emotion as she gazed into the eyes of the man who once held her heart. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but the ache of loss remained fresh and raw, a festering wound that refused to heal. The echoes of whispered promises and tender moments filled the empty space, a cruel reminder of what once was and what could never be again. Clara's voice, tinged with sorrow, whispered into the stillness of the night, confessing the depths of her pain and longing. “I once had love, but now I've only got lonesome memories,” she confessed to the shadowy figures that danced in the moonlight. “You were my greatest possession, my everything, but now you exist only in my memories. In this world of emptiness and regret, I find myself clutching onto fragments of a past that was shattered by the cruel hands of fate.” As the night wore on, Clara was consumed by the haunting specters of what once was, trapped in a cycle of yearning and regret. The first love, they say, is the worst when it comes to a broken heart, and Clara knew the truth of those words all too well. The shadows of the past loomed large, casting a pall over her fragile heart and leaving her adrift in a sea of memories that threatened to drown her in sorrow. In the attic of her solitude, Clara wept for what was lost, for the love that slipped through her fingers like grains of sand, for the lonesome memories that haunted her every waking moment. The moon hung high in the sky, bearing witness to her silent pain, a silent companion in her journey through the depths of a heartbroken soul. And as the night waned and the first light of dawn began to break through the darkness, Clara found herself alone in her grief, a prisoner of the shadows of the past that clung to her like a second skin. The moon, indifferent to her suffering, cast its cold light upon her, a cruel reminder of the love that was lost and the lonesome memories that would forever linger in her soul. ©Prince Martin #Moon #story #UNIQUE #Universe #storyofheart #Love

White Shadows of the Past In the quiet confines of Clara's attic, memories of lost love lingered like shadows, haunting her every thought and tugging at her broken heart. The moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a ghostly glow on the forgotten trinkets and faded photographs that adorned the room. Among the relics of a love long gone, Clara found herself entangled in a web of bittersweet nostalgia, her heart heavy with the weight of lonesome memories. She traced the outline of a weathered photograph resting on an old wooden chest, her fingers trembling with emotion as she gazed into the eyes of the man who once held her heart. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but the ache of loss remained fresh and raw, a festering wound that refused to heal. The echoes of whispered promises and tender moments filled the empty space, a cruel reminder of what once was and what could never be again. Clara's voice, tinged with sorrow, whispered into the stillness of the night, confessing the depths of her pain and longing. “I once had love, but now I've only got lonesome memories,” she confessed to the shadowy figures that danced in the moonlight. “You were my greatest possession, my everything, but now you exist only in my memories. In this world of emptiness and regret, I find myself clutching onto fragments of a past that was shattered by the cruel hands of fate.” As the night wore on, Clara was consumed by the haunting specters of what once was, trapped in a cycle of yearning and regret. The first love, they say, is the worst when it comes to a broken heart, and Clara knew the truth of those words all too well. The shadows of the past loomed large, casting a pall over her fragile heart and leaving her adrift in a sea of memories that threatened to drown her in sorrow. In the attic of her solitude, Clara wept for what was lost, for the love that slipped through her fingers like grains of sand, for the lonesome memories that haunted her every waking moment. The moon hung high in the sky, bearing witness to her silent pain, a silent companion in her journey through the depths of a heartbroken soul. And as the night waned and the first light of dawn began to break through the darkness, Clara found herself alone in her grief, a prisoner of the shadows of the past that clung to her like a second skin. The moon, indifferent to her suffering, cast its cold light upon her, a cruel reminder of the love that was lost and the lonesome memories that would forever linger in her soul. ©Prince Martin #Moon #story #UNIQUE #Universe #storyofheart #Love

Udayan Dutta (শ্রীসূক্ত উদয়ন)

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White সত‍্যি,আমি আলাদা! এই বিট হেয়ারকাটের যুগে আমি নব্বইয়ের মতো লং হেয়ার রাখি। রোজ রোজ হাতবদল না করেই প্রথম প্রেমের ক্ষতেই দিন কাটাই। ©Udayan Dutta (শ্রীসূক্ত উদয়ন) #FirstLove #90sLife #UNIQUE

White সত‍্যি,আমি আলাদা! এই বিট হেয়ারকাটের যুগে আমি নব্বইয়ের মতো লং হেয়ার রাখি। রোজ রোজ হাতবদল না করেই প্রথম প্রেমের ক্ষতেই দিন কাটাই। ©Udayan Dutta (শ্রীসূক্ত উদয়ন) #FirstLove #90sLife #UNIQUE