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In shadows deep where guilt does creep, The restless souls find slumber steep. They lie in beds of threadbare dreams, While moonlight casts its mournful beams. The crime they’ve wrought, a silent scream, A stain upon their midnight theme. Yet come the night, their eyes must close, And in their minds, the darkness grows. Each breath a whisper of their plight, Each heartbeat echoes through the night. In dreams, they wander, lost and cold, Haunted by the tales untold. Beneath the stars, their fears collide, No peace within, no place to hide. For in their , the past’s refrain Replays the echoes of their stain. The quiet night, a veil so thin, Can't shield them from the wars within. And as they drift to restless rest, The weight of deeds lies in their chest. ©twisha ray No guilt #trnojo165 #thoughtsofheart

In shadows deep where guilt does creep, The restless souls find slumber steep. They lie in beds of threadbare dreams, While moonlight casts its mournful beams. The crime they’ve wrought, a silent scream, A stain upon their midnight theme. Yet come the night, their eyes must close, And in their minds, the darkness grows. Each breath a whisper of their plight, Each heartbeat echoes through the night. In dreams, they wander, lost and cold, Haunted by the tales untold. Beneath the stars, their fears collide, No peace within, no place to hide. For in their , the past’s refrain Replays the echoes of their stain. The quiet night, a veil so thin, Can't shield them from the wars within. And as they drift to restless rest, The weight of deeds lies in their chest. ©twisha ray No guilt #trnojo165 #thoughtsofheart

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She liked him; he liked her, but words never bridged their hearts. He married someone else, and she became a celebrated writer. Her public stance was clear—dedicated to societal work, uninterested in romance. Though proposals and friend’s advice came her way, she never wavered. Only her heart and soul knew the truth. Even her mother, her closest confidante, was kept in the dark. The unspoken love remained her private sacrifice, a secret kept by her silence. ©twisha ray #thoughtsofheart #trnojo162 #selfmusing

She liked him; he liked her, but words never bridged their hearts. He married someone else, and she became a celebrated writer. Her public stance was clear—dedicated to societal work, uninterested in romance. Though proposals and friend’s advice came her way, she never wavered. Only her heart and soul knew the truth. Even her mother, her closest confidante, was kept in the dark. The unspoken love remained her private sacrifice, a secret kept by her silence. ©twisha ray #thoughtsofheart #trnojo162 #selfmusing

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In the velvet hush of night, the moon rises, A silver sentinel, casting light on hidden dreams, Her glow a gentle caress, soft as whispered sighs, Guiding wanderers through darkened streams. She dances in the heavens, serene and wise, A timeless companion to the earth’s repose, Cradling the night in her luminescent guise, Breathing life into shadows, where secrets compose. With each phase, she tells a tale anew, Of cycles and changes, of beginnings and ends, Her presence a reminder that life’s path is true, In her light, our own reflection mends. Oh moon, in your embrace, we find our own, A symphony of stillness in a cosmic sea, In your eternal dance, our hearts are known, Moon is life, and life is moon, endlessly. ©twisha ray Moon's embrace #trnojo159 #moonalone #thoughtsofheart

In the velvet hush of night, the moon rises, A silver sentinel, casting light on hidden dreams, Her glow a gentle caress, soft as whispered sighs, Guiding wanderers through darkened streams. She dances in the heavens, serene and wise, A timeless companion to the earth’s repose, Cradling the night in her luminescent guise, Breathing life into shadows, where secrets compose. With each phase, she tells a tale anew, Of cycles and changes, of beginnings and ends, Her presence a reminder that life’s path is true, In her light, our own reflection mends. Oh moon, in your embrace, we find our own, A symphony of stillness in a cosmic sea, In your eternal dance, our hearts are known, Moon is life, and life is moon, endlessly. ©twisha ray Moon's embrace #trnojo159 #moonalone #thoughtsofheart

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In the bustling city, Mia and Jake sat on opposite benches. Mia saw the towering skyscrapers as symbols of human achievement, marveling at their grandeur. Jake, however, noticed the cracks in the pavement and litter strewn about, feeling disheartened by neglect. As Mia admired the skyline, Jake's gaze fell on a small flower growing through the concrete. Both saw the city, but their perspectives painted different stories. In the end, Mia and Jake realized that beauty and despair coexist, and understanding each other’s viewpoints revealed a richer, more complex tapestry of life. ©twisha ray #arabianhorse #trnojo158 #thoughtsofheart #Runner

In the bustling city, Mia and Jake sat on opposite benches. Mia saw the towering skyscrapers as symbols of human achievement, marveling at their grandeur. Jake, however, noticed the cracks in the pavement and litter strewn about, feeling disheartened by neglect. As Mia admired the skyline, Jake's gaze fell on a small flower growing through the concrete. Both saw the city, but their perspectives painted different stories. In the end, Mia and Jake realized that beauty and despair coexist, and understanding each other’s viewpoints revealed a richer, more complex tapestry of life. ©twisha ray #arabianhorse #trnojo158 #thoughtsofheart #Runner

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White On Ganesh Chaturthi’s golden dawn, A symphony of joy is drawn, The streets adorn with lights so bright, As revelers embrace the night. The air is rich with incense sweet, With echoes of the drum’s soft beat, In every home, in every heart, Lord Ganesha’s grace does start. With elephant head and wisdom grand, He guides us through life’s shifting sand, Remover of all obstacles dire, Igniting hope, kindling fire. Modaks sweet and voices raise, In joyous song, the praises blaze, The dance of faith, the art of cheer, Welcomes Ganesh, our patron dear. In vibrant hues and festive flair, We seek his blessings, pure and rare, May he bestow a path serene, Through every trial, in every scene. As clay and color blend with grace, We honor him, our fears erase, On Ganesh Chaturthi, pure delight, We celebrate the Lord’s divine light. As twilight falls on Chaturthi’s eve, The city breathes and starts to weave A tapestry of devotion bright, Where hearts and spirits take their flight. Underneath the starry sky, With joyful songs and praises high, The deity of wisdom reigns, Dispelling sorrow, easing pains. His trunk, a symbol of strength and care, Guides us through life's snags and snare, With each offering, with every prayer, We find a moment pure and rare. The sweet aroma fills the air, With hope and love beyond compare, In homes and temples, far and near, Ganesha’s presence draws us near. We sculpt him from the clay so fine, With every detail, every line, A fleeting form, but spirit strong, In every heart, where he belongs. As the days of festivity wane, We bid farewell with joy and strain, Yet in our souls, his light will stay, Guiding us through each new day. So let us cherish this divine grace, In every smile and every face, On Ganesh Chaturthi, we unite, To honor him with hearts alight. ©twisha ray #Ganesh_chaturthi #trnojo145 #ganesha🙏 #thoughtsofheart

White On Ganesh Chaturthi’s golden dawn, A symphony of joy is drawn, The streets adorn with lights so bright, As revelers embrace the night. The air is rich with incense sweet, With echoes of the drum’s soft beat, In every home, in every heart, Lord Ganesha’s grace does start. With elephant head and wisdom grand, He guides us through life’s shifting sand, Remover of all obstacles dire, Igniting hope, kindling fire. Modaks sweet and voices raise, In joyous song, the praises blaze, The dance of faith, the art of cheer, Welcomes Ganesh, our patron dear. In vibrant hues and festive flair, We seek his blessings, pure and rare, May he bestow a path serene, Through every trial, in every scene. As clay and color blend with grace, We honor him, our fears erase, On Ganesh Chaturthi, pure delight, We celebrate the Lord’s divine light. As twilight falls on Chaturthi’s eve, The city breathes and starts to weave A tapestry of devotion bright, Where hearts and spirits take their flight. Underneath the starry sky, With joyful songs and praises high, The deity of wisdom reigns, Dispelling sorrow, easing pains. His trunk, a symbol of strength and care, Guides us through life's snags and snare, With each offering, with every prayer, We find a moment pure and rare. The sweet aroma fills the air, With hope and love beyond compare, In homes and temples, far and near, Ganesha’s presence draws us near. We sculpt him from the clay so fine, With every detail, every line, A fleeting form, but spirit strong, In every heart, where he belongs. As the days of festivity wane, We bid farewell with joy and strain, Yet in our souls, his light will stay, Guiding us through each new day. So let us cherish this divine grace, In every smile and every face, On Ganesh Chaturthi, we unite, To honor him with hearts alight. ©twisha ray #Ganesh_chaturthi #trnojo145 #ganesha🙏 #thoughtsofheart

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In the heart of ancient Rome, Aurelia, a young scribe with a keen eye for detail, stumbled upon a hidden chamber beneath the Colosseum. There, she discovered a secret scroll containing a plot to overthrow Emperor Trajan. The conspirators, powerful senators and generals, aimed to seize control and plunge Rome into chaos. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Aurelia risked everything to deliver the scroll to the Senate. Her bravery unveiled the treasonous scheme, and Trajan's loyal guards apprehended the conspirators before their plan could unfold. Though Aurelia received only a modest medal for her courage, her actions preserved the stability of the empire. History books barely mentioned her name, but in quiet corners of Rome, whispers of her heroism lived on, a testament to the unsung saviors of history. ©twisha ray History #trnojo141 #historyislove #thoughtsofheart

In the heart of ancient Rome, Aurelia, a young scribe with a keen eye for detail, stumbled upon a hidden chamber beneath the Colosseum. There, she discovered a secret scroll containing a plot to overthrow Emperor Trajan. The conspirators, powerful senators and generals, aimed to seize control and plunge Rome into chaos. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Aurelia risked everything to deliver the scroll to the Senate. Her bravery unveiled the treasonous scheme, and Trajan's loyal guards apprehended the conspirators before their plan could unfold. Though Aurelia received only a modest medal for her courage, her actions preserved the stability of the empire. History books barely mentioned her name, but in quiet corners of Rome, whispers of her heroism lived on, a testament to the unsung saviors of history. ©twisha ray History #trnojo141 #historyislove #thoughtsofheart

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White In ancient times, when steam was king, And iron rails stretched far and thin, The trains did roar, the engines sing, And carried dreams on paths of tin. Across the valleys, o’er the plains, The rhythmic pulse of rolling trains, A cadence felt in heart and bone, A journey made from stone to stone. The tracks, like veins of distant lands, Wove stories through their iron strands, Of pioneers and progress bold, Of restless souls in quest for gold. Through mist and dawn, through dusk and rain, The wheels turned on the steel terrain, Each station a new chapter's start, Each journey a tale of the heart. The clamor of the engines' might, In twilight's glow and morning's light, Brought worlds together, bound by steel, In iron rails, their fates were sealed. And though the steam has long since ceased, The tracks remain, a silent beast, Reminders of those eras grand, When rails were lifelines through the land. ©twisha ray #trnojo136 #thoughtsofheart

White In ancient times, when steam was king, And iron rails stretched far and thin, The trains did roar, the engines sing, And carried dreams on paths of tin. Across the valleys, o’er the plains, The rhythmic pulse of rolling trains, A cadence felt in heart and bone, A journey made from stone to stone. The tracks, like veins of distant lands, Wove stories through their iron strands, Of pioneers and progress bold, Of restless souls in quest for gold. Through mist and dawn, through dusk and rain, The wheels turned on the steel terrain, Each station a new chapter's start, Each journey a tale of the heart. The clamor of the engines' might, In twilight's glow and morning's light, Brought worlds together, bound by steel, In iron rails, their fates were sealed. And though the steam has long since ceased, The tracks remain, a silent beast, Reminders of those eras grand, When rails were lifelines through the land. ©twisha ray #trnojo136 #thoughtsofheart

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In morning’s light, the road unfolds, A ribbon kissed by dawn's embrace, Its path, a tale that softly holds The promise of the day’s first grace. The sun, a painter in the sky, Casts golden hues on every turn, And whispers to the world nearby, Of dreams to chase and lessons learn. The road, though worn, still beckons bright, With every step, a chance to roam, Through morning’s calm, in soft, pure light, It leads us to a new-found home. And as the daylight starts to sink, It whispers secrets meant for me. The road is more than just a way, It’s where the soul and spirit meet, Each morning brings a fresh bouquet Of journeys with a heartbeat’s beat. With every bend and gentle rise, The road and dawn together blend, In morning’s light, the heart complies, To seek, to find, to journey’s end. ©twisha ray Roads #trnojo130 #thoughtsofheart #success_stories

In morning’s light, the road unfolds, A ribbon kissed by dawn's embrace, Its path, a tale that softly holds The promise of the day’s first grace. The sun, a painter in the sky, Casts golden hues on every turn, And whispers to the world nearby, Of dreams to chase and lessons learn. The road, though worn, still beckons bright, With every step, a chance to roam, Through morning’s calm, in soft, pure light, It leads us to a new-found home. And as the daylight starts to sink, It whispers secrets meant for me. The road is more than just a way, It’s where the soul and spirit meet, Each morning brings a fresh bouquet Of journeys with a heartbeat’s beat. With every bend and gentle rise, The road and dawn together blend, In morning’s light, the heart complies, To seek, to find, to journey’s end. ©twisha ray Roads #trnojo130 #thoughtsofheart #success_stories

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As night descends with its velvet shroud, Thoughts emerge, soft and unbowed. In the quietude where shadows play, Dreams and memories gently sway. The moon, a sentinel in the sky, Watches over as moments drift by. Whispers of the past blend with the new, In the silence, old hopes renew. Stars twinkle with secrets they keep, Guiding the mind through the realm of . Each thought a thread in the midnight’s weave, In the dark, we dare to believe. Emotions surface like waves on the sea, In the still of night, we set them free. Reflections deep, both serene and bright, Unfold in the calm of the tranquil night. As dawn approaches, the thoughts retreat, Yet their echoes linger, soft and sweet. For in the night, where the heart takes flight, We find the dreams that guide us through the light. ©twisha ray #Night #trnojo129 #thoughtsofheart

As night descends with its velvet shroud, Thoughts emerge, soft and unbowed. In the quietude where shadows play, Dreams and memories gently sway. The moon, a sentinel in the sky, Watches over as moments drift by. Whispers of the past blend with the new, In the silence, old hopes renew. Stars twinkle with secrets they keep, Guiding the mind through the realm of . Each thought a thread in the midnight’s weave, In the dark, we dare to believe. Emotions surface like waves on the sea, In the still of night, we set them free. Reflections deep, both serene and bright, Unfold in the calm of the tranquil night. As dawn approaches, the thoughts retreat, Yet their echoes linger, soft and sweet. For in the night, where the heart takes flight, We find the dreams that guide us through the light. ©twisha ray #Night #trnojo129 #thoughtsofheart

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Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience

Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience