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CM Chaitanyaa

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आज फिर एक भूचाल आया है इस जीवन में, तो चलो ये बसेरा यूँही कहीं और ले जाएँ !! १७.०५ #yqdidi #yqhindi #2liner #nomadic #landslide #memories

आज फिर एक भूचाल आया है इस जीवन में, तो चलो ये बसेरा यूँही कहीं और ले जाएँ !! १७.०५ #yqdidi #yqhindi #2liner #nomadic #landslide #memories

Giftsy Dorcas

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NOMADIC Her nomadic soul rested not until she found her oasis in him. Random ramblings: 79 Mini-tale: 8 NOMADIC #yqbaba #newwritersclub #giftsydorcas #3dgdoc #mini_talegdoc #nomadic #oasis

NOMADIC Her nomadic soul rested not until she found her oasis in him. Random ramblings: 79 Mini-tale: 8 NOMADIC #yqbaba #newwritersclub #giftsydorcas #3dgdoc #mini_talegdoc #nomadic #oasis

Aavran

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...................... ©Kuldeepak Singh #aavran #Life #LifeIsBeautiful #Authentic #nojohindi #banjara #nomadic

...................... ©Kuldeepak Singh #aavran #Life #LifeIsBeautiful #Authentic #nojohindi #banjara #nomadic

Manku Allahabadi

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मुसाफिर हूं, बस मेरी इतनी ही कहानी है तलब है तुझे पाने की बाकी सब बेमानी है !! ©Manku Allahabadi मुसाफिर हूं, बस मेरी इतनी ही कहानी है तलब है तुझे पाने की बाकी सब बेमानी है!! #mankuallahabadi #monkeyloveschuhiya #bandhwalaladka #dusSirWale #lost #nomadic #solotraveller #Zid

मुसाफिर हूं, बस मेरी इतनी ही कहानी है तलब है तुझे पाने की बाकी सब बेमानी है !! ©Manku Allahabadi मुसाफिर हूं, बस मेरी इतनी ही कहानी है तलब है तुझे पाने की बाकी सब बेमानी है!! #mankuallahabadi #monkeyloveschuhiya #bandhwalaladka #dusSirWale #lost #nomadic #solotraveller #Zid

ShEikh Saddam Hussain

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‏نئے سفر میں ابھی ایک نقص باقی ہے جو شخص ساتھ نہیں اسکا عکس باقی ہے احمد فراز ©ShEikh Saddam Hussain #ahmadfaraz #nomadic #Sheikhu #Saddam #alone

‏نئے سفر میں ابھی ایک نقص باقی ہے جو شخص ساتھ نہیں اسکا عکس باقی ہے احمد فراز ©ShEikh Saddam Hussain #ahmadfaraz #nomadic #Sheikhu #Saddam #alone

Kharbie ✍️.

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WALK WITH ME Walk down with me as we Walk through those doors, Holding hands Smiling at each other. Paying attention to no order Let me be your muse Make you a home And watch each other grow gray. Walk with me To the balcony, Sit by my side and I shall feel no cold With you being my cloaks, Under the bright smiling moon, And the singing night breeze Like the first time in forever And the last in eternal. ©kharbie.. #NojotoQuote walk with me #nomadic poet

WALK WITH ME Walk down with me as we Walk through those doors, Holding hands Smiling at each other. Paying attention to no order Let me be your muse Make you a home And watch each other grow gray. Walk with me To the balcony, Sit by my side and I shall feel no cold With you being my cloaks, Under the bright smiling moon, And the singing night breeze Like the first time in forever And the last in eternal. ©kharbie.. #NojotoQuote walk with me #nomadic poet

Avinash Naik

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A Soldier's Wife I remember when I was young, with dreams to have a good husband and a supportive family in future. I was 18 when my hands were yellowed. It was very delighting that time, to obtain my hand-holder with whom I am gonna be traveling a long journey. After spending a stint together, we had two girls. Till that everything was fine but an epistle ruined every dream I had seen. My husband was commanded to join a serious mission at Amritsar. There itself I recognized that Surya was a Soldier. I queried that why did he hid this from me? My parents-in-law replied that they didn't want me to not be a part of their family, by marrying their son. Inevitably, I had to relocate to Amritsar with weeps in heart about the fragments of my dreams. From there me and my family became a part of a nomadic life, moving from station to station, me being separated from my husband for long stretches of time. There was always a constant fear that my hand-holder is somewhere near the sensitive areas in the country... At that time it was a huge challenge for me to look after my two girls' nourishment and education, as well as, giving time to family. The only respite from the toil every year was when Surya would come home for a few days on his leave. For us words were less to interact after a long time, but it was transient meeting him...just once in a blue moon. Though, my family didn't hesitate to make me happy always. On the other hand, my child-hood friends used to praise about their husbands in front of me, trying to make me envious. But I knew that their husbands were worth praising while mine was worth remembering. I would not hesitate in calling myself, Surya's shadow. As I am equally a part of living a nomadic life like him. Moreover, there isn't much difference between us. I just protect my family in a corner bearing with tribulations, while he protects every Indian families, in which we indeed included. And that's the words of pride to say...

A Soldier's Wife I remember when I was young, with dreams to have a good husband and a supportive family in future. I was 18 when my hands were yellowed. It was very delighting that time, to obtain my hand-holder with whom I am gonna be traveling a long journey. After spending a stint together, we had two girls. Till that everything was fine but an epistle ruined every dream I had seen. My husband was commanded to join a serious mission at Amritsar. There itself I recognized that Surya was a Soldier. I queried that why did he hid this from me? My parents-in-law replied that they didn't want me to not be a part of their family, by marrying their son. Inevitably, I had to relocate to Amritsar with weeps in heart about the fragments of my dreams. From there me and my family became a part of a nomadic life, moving from station to station, me being separated from my husband for long stretches of time. There was always a constant fear that my hand-holder is somewhere near the sensitive areas in the country... At that time it was a huge challenge for me to look after my two girls' nourishment and education, as well as, giving time to family. The only respite from the toil every year was when Surya would come home for a few days on his leave. For us words were less to interact after a long time, but it was transient meeting him...just once in a blue moon. Though, my family didn't hesitate to make me happy always. On the other hand, my child-hood friends used to praise about their husbands in front of me, trying to make me envious. But I knew that their husbands were worth praising while mine was worth remembering. I would not hesitate in calling myself, Surya's shadow. As I am equally a part of living a nomadic life like him. Moreover, there isn't much difference between us. I just protect my family in a corner bearing with tribulations, while he protects every Indian families, in which we indeed included. And that's the words of pride to say...

Sehri writes

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Im a nomadic traveller in the world of fragile Wanna go out of that zone mile & mile If you wanna know me step into me Can you guess the depth by standing beside the sea Nomadic traveller is straying in a desert of maroon Like Lunatic moon moseying in sky at noon Modest and Fold your wretch soul And become like a clay mold into a bowl Sour your soul high & fly Like roar of thunder in the sky Soul💘

Im a nomadic traveller in the world of fragile Wanna go out of that zone mile & mile If you wanna know me step into me Can you guess the depth by standing beside the sea Nomadic traveller is straying in a desert of maroon Like Lunatic moon moseying in sky at noon Modest and Fold your wretch soul And become like a clay mold into a bowl Sour your soul high & fly Like roar of thunder in the sky Soul💘

The Soul of Your Dreams

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#oblivion#nomadic#vagabond

#oblivion#nomadic#vagabond