Unsplash SHE IS HER She is herself— Neither fake nor fully real, Not like the pain she carries deep, Not like the stain she hides in the creep. She may not be precious, But she is not cheap, And the one within her is no cheat. She cries aloud, Her innocence shatters, While the one inside Searches for the true her. And as the gloomy sky drifts by, She is no more. Yet if you dare to call her a *WHORE Then truth be told— You never loved her before. ©Shilpa Priya Dash #she is her

#She is her

Dev Kumar

White "Life's journey is not about reaching the destination, but about embracing the beauty of the path, learning from the twists and turns, and finding strength in every step." ©Dev Kumar Life is a journey #Thinking

Life is a journey #Thinking

White "Life's journey is not about reaching the destination, but about embracing the beauty of the path, learning from the twists and turns, and finding strength in every step."

©Dev Kumar Life is a journey #Thinking

Saurav life

White रमणीय हे रमणीय! तुम मंद मुस्कान की तीव्र धार, मानों कल-कल करती प्रवाह हो तुम। सजग ये तेरे हाथ कलम पर, मानों बहती नौका की पतवार हो तुम। कल-कल करती तेरी कलरव, गोमुख से निरंतरता की, सागर तक की पहचान हो तुम। ये शीत, ग्रीष्म, हेमंत, शिशिर, पतझड़ से बसंत की आगाज हो तुम। घास, वन, ये शंकुधारी वृक्ष, अनुकूलनशीलता की गहरी थाह हो तुम। फलदार वृक्षों की ऊंचाई पर, मानों विनम्रता की श्रृंगार हो तुम। भला! करु मैं तेरा कैसे बखान ? सीखते रहने की प्रतिमान हो तुम।। ©Saurav life #Sad_Status #sauravlife this poetry is dedicated to a my classmate and she deserve it.

#Sad_Status #sauravlife this poetry is dedicated to a my classmate and she deserve it.

White रमणीय

हे रमणीय!
        तुम मंद मुस्कान की तीव्र धार,
        मानों कल-कल करती प्रवाह हो तुम।
        सजग ये तेरे हाथ कलम पर,
        मानों बहती नौका की पतवार हो तुम।
        कल-कल करती तेरी कलरव,
        गोमुख से निरंतरता की,
        सागर तक की पहचान हो तुम।
               ये शीत, ग्रीष्म, हेमंत, शिशिर,
               पतझड़ से बसंत की आगाज हो तुम।
               घास, वन, ये शंकुधारी वृक्ष,
               अनुकूलनशीलता की गहरी थाह हो तुम।
       फलदार वृक्षों की ऊंचाई पर,
       मानों विनम्रता की श्रृंगार हो तुम।
       भला! करु मैं तेरा कैसे बखान ?
       सीखते रहने की प्रतिमान हो तुम।।

©Saurav life #Sad_Status
#sauravlife

this poetry is dedicated to a my classmate and she deserve it.

Shahin Mistry

White I don'care About popularity I live In Reality ©Shahin Mistry this is a reality

this is a reality

Monika Vimal

Unsplash No One Cares About Me" “All day long,” she whispers softly, “No one cares about me…” Her words echo in the quiet house, Heavy with years of sacrifice. She gave away her children’s childhood, Trading laughter for long hours, Dreams for endless responsibilities. She barely had time to hold them close. Now, the years have passed. Her job is done, but not her burdens. Day by day, she picks up every piece— Sweeping, mending, cooking, Tending to her grandson with tired hands. And yet, no one sees. No one stops to say, "Thank you for all you've done." The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit. She aches not for riches or grandeur, But for a single kind word, A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth, A simple reminder that she is loved. Her heart, exhausted, Longs for tenderness, For someone to say, "Rest now—you’ve done enough." But instead, silence greets her. And all she wants, All she has ever wanted, Is just a little warmth From the ones she sacrificed everything for. ©Monika Vimal #Life #she

Life #She

Unsplash No One Cares About Me"

“All day long,” she whispers softly,
“No one cares about me…”
Her words echo in the quiet house,
Heavy with years of sacrifice.

She gave away her children’s childhood,
Trading laughter for long hours,
Dreams for endless responsibilities.
She barely had time to hold them close.

Now, the years have passed.
Her job is done, but not her burdens.
Day by day, she picks up every piece—
Sweeping, mending, cooking,
Tending to her grandson with tired hands.

And yet, no one sees.
No one stops to say,
"Thank you for all you've done."

The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit.
She aches not for riches or grandeur,
But for a single kind word,
A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth,
A simple reminder that she is loved.

Her heart, exhausted,
Longs for tenderness,
For someone to say,
"Rest now—you’ve done enough."

But instead, silence greets her.
And all she wants,
All she has ever wanted,
Is just a little warmth
From the ones she sacrificed everything for.

©Monika Vimal #Life
#she

Pushpita Bej

White Love is a silent prayer, a gentle breeze touching the soul. It's the fire in the heart, a promise unspoken, and a bond eternal that words can't capture. ©Pushpita Bej Love is a silent #sad_quotes

Love is a silent #sad_quotes