New parade of broken hearts Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

Raaz Sharma

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KITNA TANHA HAI DIL BATA NAHI SAKTA, AANSUON KO APNE CHUPA NAHI SAKTA, TAQDEER NE LIKH DIYE ITNE GHUM , CHAH KAR BHI USE MITA NAHI SAKTA....... Raaz..... ©Raaz Sharma # KING OF BROKEN HEARTS

KITNA TANHA HAI DIL BATA NAHI SAKTA, AANSUON KO APNE CHUPA NAHI SAKTA, TAQDEER NE LIKH DIYE ITNE GHUM , CHAH KAR BHI USE MITA NAHI SAKTA....... Raaz..... ©Raaz Sharma # KING OF BROKEN HEARTS

Ajmeet Singh

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I can't take you off my mind you do this to me every night! ©Ajmeet Singh #nightsky parade of lights

I can't take you off my mind you do this to me every night! ©Ajmeet Singh #nightsky parade of lights

Raawas

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Ek nishaani bataaoon , in toote dil walon ki , kabhi dhiyaan dena, ye muskuraate bahot hain.... SV reality of broken hearts#sv

Ek nishaani bataaoon , in toote dil walon ki , kabhi dhiyaan dena, ye muskuraate bahot hain.... SV reality of broken hearts#sv

Deepanshu Nihalani

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Relationship advice #3: टूटे हुए दिल और बिखरे हुए रिश्ते, अक्सर दो प्रेमियों को एक नहीं होने देते। Broken hearts #Hearts #broken #love

Relationship advice #3: टूटे हुए दिल और बिखरे हुए रिश्ते, अक्सर दो प्रेमियों को एक नहीं होने देते। Broken hearts #Hearts #broken #love

Jagadees Mohan

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The Purpose Of Our Lives Is To Be Happy ©Jagadees Mohan Parade

The Purpose Of Our Lives Is To Be Happy ©Jagadees Mohan Parade

Bharath Nandibhatla

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There we were, the both of us. At that precise moment, we both knew it had to be honoured, with silence. And we did. Silence. Between us. Silence. Within each of us. Silence. Inside out. They say, poetry is born out of verses and words. But, our poem was born out of silence, in that moment. Two broken hearts. An unbroken silence to stitch them together. And I, right here, penning a broken verse. The sky that night, black. All colours combined. That moment, silent. All voices combined. Of broken hearts and broken poetry amidst an unbroken silence...

There we were, the both of us. At that precise moment, we both knew it had to be honoured, with silence. And we did. Silence. Between us. Silence. Within each of us. Silence. Inside out. They say, poetry is born out of verses and words. But, our poem was born out of silence, in that moment. Two broken hearts. An unbroken silence to stitch them together. And I, right here, penning a broken verse. The sky that night, black. All colours combined. That moment, silent. All voices combined. Of broken hearts and broken poetry amidst an unbroken silence...