I pretend to be strong, With a good smile around, with the live in the sight. Every night...... I burst out of tears, With my smile fading away. The beautiful black eyes Are wetted by the incomplete Cries of the shattered dreams.... I pretend to be strong, With a good smile around, with the live in the sight. Every night I burst out of tears, With my smile fading away.

I pretend to be strong, With a good smile around, with the live in the sight. Every night I burst out of tears, With my smile fading away. #कविता

I pretend to be strong,
With a good smile around,
with the live in the sight.
Every night......
I burst out of tears,
With my smile fading away.
The beautiful black eyes
Are wetted by the incomplete
Cries of the shattered dreams.... I pretend to be strong,
With a good smile around,
with the live in the sight.
Every night
I burst out of tears,
With my smile fading away.

Arpit Singh

★Hello Nature★ The evening,Breeze sulked Birds are upset,Leafs are broken So is,me zest down... The rains,Storm grown Pets are scared,Sun has hidden So is,me wetted crown... The tales,Being spotted All black wonders Rainbow's teasing So is,me gutted frown... The night,Hailing to end Stars crowling Dawn's to please So is,me mogul brown... Thy! I love nature It is heaven to see It is awesome to gee!!! #naturediariesbyarpit #love#nature(Same mentioned below 👇) #evening#justme #yqbaba#yopowrimo ★Hello Nature★ The evening,Breeze sulked

#NatureDiariesByArpit love#Nature(Same mentioned below 👇) #evening #justme #yqbaba #yopowrimo ★Hello Nature★ The evening,Breeze sulked

★Hello Nature★

The evening,Breeze sulked
Birds are upset,Leafs are broken
So is,me zest down...

The rains,Storm grown
Pets are scared,Sun has hidden
So is,me wetted crown...

The tales,Being spotted
All black wonders
Rainbow's teasing
So is,me gutted frown...

The night,Hailing to end
Stars crowling
Dawn's to please
So is,me mogul brown...

Thy! I love nature
It is heaven to see
It is awesome to gee!!! #naturediariesbyarpit
#love#nature(Same mentioned below 👇)
#evening#justme
#yqbaba#yopowrimo

★Hello Nature★

The evening,Breeze sulked

Arpit Singh

Have you ever danced under umbrella? The two-2 steps A little sound of beats Your inside heart Claw the hammer mark And few cheeky smile occurs... Now uplifting the shade A dim slow sight Of the beautiful rainbow Posing you to get rejoiced And millions of happiness you gain... The exposure of cold A snow-blow wind Gets Into your virtue The limiting to furious sun And new energy it fulfills... The pure sizzling droplets On the edge of eyelids Makes you feel fortunate And your wetted peak Turns you into heaven profound... #naturediariesbyarpit #love#nature(Same mentioned below 👇) #rain#yqbaba#yopowrimo Have you ever danced under umbrella? The two-2 steps A l

#NatureDiariesByArpit love#Nature(Same mentioned below 👇) #rain #yqbaba #yopowrimo Have you ever danced under umbrella? The two-2 steps A l

Have you ever danced under umbrella?

The two-2 steps
A little sound of beats
Your inside heart
Claw the hammer mark
And few cheeky smile occurs...

Now uplifting the shade
A dim slow sight
Of the beautiful rainbow
Posing you to get rejoiced
And millions of happiness you gain...

The exposure of cold
A snow-blow wind
Gets Into your virtue
The limiting to furious sun
And new energy it fulfills...

The pure sizzling droplets
On the edge of eyelids
Makes you feel fortunate
And your wetted peak
Turns you into heaven profound... #naturediariesbyarpit
#love#nature(Same mentioned below 👇)
#rain#yqbaba#yopowrimo

Have you ever danced under umbrella?

The two-2 steps
A l

The Dream Doodler

If only the click was a bit different Over the waves, when the sun rested and I had my hand in yours, we should have clicked a photograph 'cause that shot could have been then

Over the waves, when the sun rested and I had my hand in yours, we should have clicked a photograph 'cause that shot could have been then #yqbaba #unrequitedlove #restzone #yqpulse #tdd_musings #pulseconcentrate #rzmp128

If only the click was a bit different Over the waves, when the sun rested
and I had my hand in yours, we should have clicked a photograph
'cause that shot could have been
then

Sweta

Sweta It's about summer mornings Grandma and I would sit on our porch And would exchange stories, She'd listen to me assiduously And when it's

It's about summer mornings Grandma and I would sit on our porch And would exchange stories, She'd listen to me assiduously And when it's #yqbaba #NAPOWRIMO #rznapowrimo_5 #QSPoWriMo #qspowrimod5 #putthetryinpoetry

Sweta
It's about summer mornings
Grandma and I would sit on our porch
And would exchange stories,
She'd listen to me assiduously
And when it's

Sushil Kumar Gochhayat

Extraordinary throb: In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job, hold my hand as we move further. Piercing the time of past, lets recall that rainy day and our lab that had built the initial bridge of our love. Being a bully, I never used to do sincerely the experiments of lab that too in the company of girls. On that day, when we had to measure the flow rate of venturi meter, I hadn't done anything except witnessing your aeonian beauty. My eyes had witnessed those gorgeous and inquisitive eyes of yours. With the end of the experiment, you had looked into my eyes writing the readings in my lab record. That was the first time when a girl of my engineering college had dared to do so being aware of my notoriety. Like the outside rain that had touched the glasses of windows, you had touched the beats of my heart. Submitting the record, as all we had left the lab, holding the umbrella, you moved towards hostel with your friends and like a nomad who had got his address, I had walked parallel to you in bare rain. At the entrance of your hostel, when all your friends had left winking at you, you had wanted me to take the umbrella for my return to my own hostel, the daring hero in me had proposed you for acceptance. Coming closer and whispering the magical words, you had wetted yourself in rain covering me under the roof of your umbrella. Getting my answer, I had felt an extraordinary throb in my heart that I had never experienced before. Extraordinary throb: In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job, hold my hand as we move further. Piercing the time of

Extraordinary throb: In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job, hold my hand as we move further. Piercing the time of #nojotoenglish #Throb

Extraordinary throb:
In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job,
hold my hand as we move further.
Piercing the time of past, lets recall that rainy day and our lab that had built the initial bridge of our love.
Being a bully, I never used to do sincerely the experiments of lab that too in the company of girls.
On that day, when we had to measure the flow rate of venturi meter, I hadn't done anything except witnessing your aeonian beauty.
My eyes had witnessed those gorgeous and inquisitive eyes of yours.
With the end of the experiment, you had looked into my eyes writing the readings in my lab record.
That was the first time when a girl of my engineering college had dared to do so being aware of my notoriety.
Like the outside rain that had touched the glasses of windows, you had touched the beats of my heart.

Submitting the record, as all we had left the lab, holding the umbrella, you moved towards hostel with your friends and like a nomad who had got his address, I had walked parallel to you in bare rain.
At the entrance of your hostel, when all your friends had left winking at you, you had wanted me to take the umbrella for my return to my own hostel, the daring hero in me had proposed you for acceptance.
Coming closer and whispering the magical words, you had wetted yourself in rain covering me under the roof of your umbrella.

Getting my answer, I had felt an extraordinary throb in my heart that I had never experienced before. Extraordinary throb:
In the rain, saunter with me sacking the umbrella from its job,
hold my hand as we move further.
Piercing the time of

loyalica

Diary of love //Caption. Relapsed. A fresh picture of my grandma was hanged on wall, folded in smell of rajaniganda, with painting of smoke of incense stick. It's be

Relapsed. A fresh picture of my grandma was hanged on wall, folded in smell of rajaniganda, with painting of smoke of incense stick. It's be #yqbaba #Grandparents #yqdiary #wmdark #wcwonderwench

Diary of love

//Caption. Relapsed. A fresh picture of my grandma was hanged on wall, folded in smell of rajaniganda, with painting of smoke of incense stick. It's be

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