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Srashti Jain

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BeHappy मैं ये हूं , मैं वो हूं या शायद मैं कुछ नहीं हूं मैं तो ये करूंगा, मैं वो करूंगा कुछ नहीं कर पाया तो क्या करूंगा मैं चाहे ये करूं या वो करूं या कुछ न करूं पर मैं खुश रहूंगा , कुछ करूं या ना करूं पर खुश रहूंगा ,क्योंकि जो भी करूं, मैं खुश रहने के लिए ही तो करूंगा , खुश रहने के लिए इंतजार कैसा मैं तो आज से ही खुश रहूंगा... ©Srashti Jain Happy happy and happy

BeHappy मैं ये हूं , मैं वो हूं या शायद मैं कुछ नहीं हूं मैं तो ये करूंगा, मैं वो करूंगा कुछ नहीं कर पाया तो क्या करूंगा मैं चाहे ये करूं या वो करूं या कुछ न करूं पर मैं खुश रहूंगा , कुछ करूं या ना करूं पर खुश रहूंगा ,क्योंकि जो भी करूं, मैं खुश रहने के लिए ही तो करूंगा , खुश रहने के लिए इंतजार कैसा मैं तो आज से ही खुश रहूंगा... ©Srashti Jain Happy happy and happy

Sachin Maurya

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White Aksar indino raatein kaafi choti pad gayi hain Or waqt jaise Paraya sa lagta hai... Raat or din ko jaise Koi shikayat ho hamse... Door kisi khwab se Apno se pare Waqt bahot kuch chin le jaata hai... Manzilon ko paane mein Hamne apne dil ko hi bech aaye... Or is jamane mein Waqt se thoda der ho aaye... Tab Akelepan ka ehsaas hota hai kahin Ki dil khamoshion ki ek nai karvatein le Raha... Phir koi nayi dhun kore kaagaz pe Dil k Alfaazon ko kisso mein utarta.. Or kuch is tarah ham musafir Apni yaadon ko samete khamosiyon ki ek or Kiran ko aagaz dete... Raatein kaafi choti pad gayi hain... ©Sachin Maurya Waqt 2

White Aksar indino raatein kaafi choti pad gayi hain Or waqt jaise Paraya sa lagta hai... Raat or din ko jaise Koi shikayat ho hamse... Door kisi khwab se Apno se pare Waqt bahot kuch chin le jaata hai... Manzilon ko paane mein Hamne apne dil ko hi bech aaye... Or is jamane mein Waqt se thoda der ho aaye... Tab Akelepan ka ehsaas hota hai kahin Ki dil khamoshion ki ek nai karvatein le Raha... Phir koi nayi dhun kore kaagaz pe Dil k Alfaazon ko kisso mein utarta.. Or kuch is tarah ham musafir Apni yaadon ko samete khamosiyon ki ek or Kiran ko aagaz dete... Raatein kaafi choti pad gayi hain... ©Sachin Maurya Waqt 2

Satyam

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White आगे उन्हें एक हवलदार सरकारी वर्दी पहने हुए दिखा। राजा ने उसके पास जाकर पूछा- “महाशय अमुक स्थान जाने का रास्ता क्या है, कृपया बताइए?” हवलदार में अकड़ कर कहा- “मूर्ख तू देखता नहीं, मैं हाकिम हूं, मेरा काम रास्ता बताना नहीं है, चल हट किसी दूसरे से पूछ ©Satyam Satyam #Dosti part 2 Maharaja vikramaditya #satyamsatyam#2

White आगे उन्हें एक हवलदार सरकारी वर्दी पहने हुए दिखा। राजा ने उसके पास जाकर पूछा- “महाशय अमुक स्थान जाने का रास्ता क्या है, कृपया बताइए?” हवलदार में अकड़ कर कहा- “मूर्ख तू देखता नहीं, मैं हाकिम हूं, मेरा काम रास्ता बताना नहीं है, चल हट किसी दूसरे से पूछ ©Satyam Satyam #Dosti part 2 Maharaja vikramaditya #satyamsatyam#2

ANIL KUMAR

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'ह्रीं श्री अम्बिकायै नमः' ©ANIL KUMAR #navratri 2

'ह्रीं श्री अम्बिकायै नमः' ©ANIL KUMAR #navratri 2

Arora PR

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White मेरी उड़ान की काबलियत तो इस आसमान ने भी देखी है न जाने कितनी मुसीबतो से टस्कराता हूँ फिर भी हौसला कभी खोता नहीं हूँ ©Arora PR उड़ान 2

White मेरी उड़ान की काबलियत तो इस आसमान ने भी देखी है न जाने कितनी मुसीबतो से टस्कराता हूँ फिर भी हौसला कभी खोता नहीं हूँ ©Arora PR उड़ान 2

Tiny glowing star!

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Blue Moon CHAPTER 2: HAPPY WITH WHAT I FEEL. The world knew this pianist as someone with worst personality. Her music permeated among people like a forest fire more for her rumours then music. Rumours said that she had already been disowned by her parents for going against them. Yet her notes sounded like an ice cream melting softly in heart and soul. A renowned street performer known for her music and rumoured lies.The people who marched forward to listen were always two minded. She told people who came to listen, "Music is my truth, and it doesn't lie!" "I don't have to prove myself, for I have my music always...", She uttered. Her heart was always empty, though she stood at the centre of million eyes. Great pianists like Beethoven, Mozart and Franchubert were always at the centre of such massive crowd. Their songs told a story that lead the music world to it's massive heights now. "I too live in a similar world, yet why does my heart feels lonely?" "Those hovering eyes of people is what kills me like a poison slowly permeating through my entire body...!", she exclaimed. One fine day, where the sun rose from West, she came to perform early in an unusual timing. No soul was in sight and she thought it was better that way. As she commenced with her performance, she heard some foot steps approaching her that ringed through her ears like clear rain drops. She could feel that this person was different from any other she had met before. At the end of her performance, she saw this person waving a gentle smile towards her music. "Is music your truth?", Said the man wearing a blue suit, faint black haired with pale skin toned. She lifted her head with a really bewildered look. "Then......why don't you become that truth to people who wants them?", Said the man with a strange smile, siding his head slightly to one side. Those words lit a new fire in her lonely heart. The man happened to be a music manager of a small company, and he made her truth known to world. She shifted from the city full of hovering eyes to a city full of honest eyes. She wasn't playing in front of a big crowd anymore, but on a grand stage with million of onlookers to accomodate. Though only few came to listen to her music, she knew those honest eyes was the truth she was seeking for. "Those eyes are the real reward for the music I create!", She thought while playing in front of those few precious eyes. "Time flies, a single person who came that day made me realise that this is the type of people I seek for the truth, as they didn't care who I was but believed me for my music. This life, this city, and that one person is what i need right now. Goodbye......to my old self that always looked for honest eyes" ©Tiny glowing star! #motivatational Story of her Chapter 2: Happy with what I feel...

Blue Moon CHAPTER 2: HAPPY WITH WHAT I FEEL. The world knew this pianist as someone with worst personality. Her music permeated among people like a forest fire more for her rumours then music. Rumours said that she had already been disowned by her parents for going against them. Yet her notes sounded like an ice cream melting softly in heart and soul. A renowned street performer known for her music and rumoured lies.The people who marched forward to listen were always two minded. She told people who came to listen, "Music is my truth, and it doesn't lie!" "I don't have to prove myself, for I have my music always...", She uttered. Her heart was always empty, though she stood at the centre of million eyes. Great pianists like Beethoven, Mozart and Franchubert were always at the centre of such massive crowd. Their songs told a story that lead the music world to it's massive heights now. "I too live in a similar world, yet why does my heart feels lonely?" "Those hovering eyes of people is what kills me like a poison slowly permeating through my entire body...!", she exclaimed. One fine day, where the sun rose from West, she came to perform early in an unusual timing. No soul was in sight and she thought it was better that way. As she commenced with her performance, she heard some foot steps approaching her that ringed through her ears like clear rain drops. She could feel that this person was different from any other she had met before. At the end of her performance, she saw this person waving a gentle smile towards her music. "Is music your truth?", Said the man wearing a blue suit, faint black haired with pale skin toned. She lifted her head with a really bewildered look. "Then......why don't you become that truth to people who wants them?", Said the man with a strange smile, siding his head slightly to one side. Those words lit a new fire in her lonely heart. The man happened to be a music manager of a small company, and he made her truth known to world. She shifted from the city full of hovering eyes to a city full of honest eyes. She wasn't playing in front of a big crowd anymore, but on a grand stage with million of onlookers to accomodate. Though only few came to listen to her music, she knew those honest eyes was the truth she was seeking for. "Those eyes are the real reward for the music I create!", She thought while playing in front of those few precious eyes. "Time flies, a single person who came that day made me realise that this is the type of people I seek for the truth, as they didn't care who I was but believed me for my music. This life, this city, and that one person is what i need right now. Goodbye......to my old self that always looked for honest eyes" ©Tiny glowing star! #motivatational Story of her Chapter 2: Happy with what I feel...

VADRA KRISHNA

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*Grandparents...pera(2) ********************** *కన్నవారి విలువ పోయిన తరువాత తెలుసుకొని,వగచి వేదన పడటం కాదు. *చనిపోయాక అన్న దానాలు ప్రదానాలుకాదు.బ్రతికుండగానే వారికి పట్టెడన్నం పెట్టి ప్రేమగా చూసుకుందాం. *వారి రెండో బాల్యం అమ్మై,నాన్నై ఋణం తీర్చుకుందాం! ©VADRA KRISHNA Grandparents (2)

*Grandparents...pera(2) ********************** *కన్నవారి విలువ పోయిన తరువాత తెలుసుకొని,వగచి వేదన పడటం కాదు. *చనిపోయాక అన్న దానాలు ప్రదానాలుకాదు.బ్రతికుండగానే వారికి పట్టెడన్నం పెట్టి ప్రేమగా చూసుకుందాం. *వారి రెండో బాల్యం అమ్మై,నాన్నై ఋణం తీర్చుకుందాం! ©VADRA KRISHNA Grandparents (2)