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मेरेअंतर्मनसे

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सवाल यह नहीं है कि मेरे नयनों में मोतीझरा था ! अगर मेरी किस्मत अच्छी थी तो रास्ते में गड्ढा क्यूँ पड़ा था ? #mereantarmanse मोतियाबिंद = मोतीझरा = cataract

सवाल यह नहीं है कि मेरे नयनों में मोतीझरा था ! अगर मेरी किस्मत अच्छी थी तो रास्ते में गड्ढा क्यूँ पड़ा था ? #mereantarmanse मोतियाबिंद = मोतीझरा = cataract

Asish Nanda

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Nothing to worry about, being fragile. Nothing to worry about, being senile. Everything will be in your way if you have a divine smile... #yourquotebaba #mirare #inspiration #poetry #poem #fragile #senile #divine

Nothing to worry about, being fragile. Nothing to worry about, being senile. Everything will be in your way if you have a divine smile... #yourquotebaba #mirare #inspiration #poetry #poem #fragile #senile #divine

shubham.arora

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Aging. The red candle signifying vibrance of his life is retiring. his cataract eyes can neither see his own vibrance nor nature's.

Aging. The red candle signifying vibrance of his life is retiring. his cataract eyes can neither see his own vibrance nor nature's.

Meera Ali

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it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dress, hiding the paradise of love in the depths of ocean, like a playlist of forgotten songs. October gave me it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dre

it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dress, hiding the paradise of love in the depths of ocean, like a playlist of forgotten songs. October gave me it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dre

Meera Ali

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First few things I noticed in me while I was growing,... (Read caption) Nights are not always meant for sleeping, there are sleepless stars and a moon watching over them so as your eyes, they too started guarding

First few things I noticed in me while I was growing,... (Read caption) Nights are not always meant for sleeping, there are sleepless stars and a moon watching over them so as your eyes, they too started guarding

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In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. (Continued in caption) In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate

In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. (Continued in caption) In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate

Kartik Prajapat

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I'm laying languorously sick on my bed, there's much which storms my head and yet nothing to write. I wonder how my musings are nothing but

I'm laying languorously sick on my bed, there's much which storms my head and yet nothing to write. I wonder how my musings are nothing but

Sanjana Kumar

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Time could be a lover. Hums sweet. Loves carefree. Breathes on your neck and tugs on your earlobe. On your heartstring. Time sings you a song. Time brings you a pleasant morning, a blueberry topping your pancake. Time could be your friend. //caption// Chained, underwater. Time wraps a scarf of cashmere chances around its brittle body. Keeps itself warm. Buys itself enough time to let you

Time could be a lover. Hums sweet. Loves carefree. Breathes on your neck and tugs on your earlobe. On your heartstring. Time sings you a song. Time brings you a pleasant morning, a blueberry topping your pancake. Time could be your friend. //caption// Chained, underwater. Time wraps a scarf of cashmere chances around its brittle body. Keeps itself warm. Buys itself enough time to let you