White Your soul is seen, your heart is heard, and your love is felt always and forever. Feeling lots of thoughts but don’t know what to do or how to move forward? Feeling stuck or confused about everything in life? The Universe is speaking to you—are you listening? I’m 5i, a Tarot Reader & Numerologist, here to guide you toward clarity, love & success through the power of Tarot & Numbers! Services 🔹 Tarot Reading – Love, Career, Finances, Health & More 🔹 Numerology Analysis – Lucky Name, Destiny & Life Path Numbers 🔹 Name & Signature Correction – Attract abundance & remove blocks 🔹 Manifestation Guidance – Align your energy, attract miracles 🔹 Personalized Remedies – For success, relationships & spiritual growth 📩 What’s your biggest life question? DM or Email 📩 fivetara9@gmail.com NOW! 🔥 Let’s unlock your path together! ©DivaReetuSinggh #love_shayari 📌💫🌟🥳 dm now ! fivetara9@gmail .com

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Feeling lots of thoughts but don’t know what to do or how to move forward? Feeling stuck or confused about everything in life? The Universe is speaking to you—are you listening?

I’m 5i, a Tarot Reader & Numerologist, here to guide you toward clarity, love & success through the power of Tarot & Numbers!

Services
🔹 Tarot Reading – Love, Career, Finances, Health & More
🔹 Numerology Analysis – Lucky Name, Destiny & Life Path Numbers
🔹 Name & Signature Correction – Attract abundance & remove blocks
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🔹 Personalized Remedies – For success, relationships & spiritual growth

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Shilpa Priya Dash

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

Schizology

She was She was his poetry even before he Ever began to write any poems His first thought when he woke up His last thought before sleeping The first woman that gave him comfort The last woman that made him happy The first woman to give him a child The last woman he shared secrets to The first woman to make his jaw drop The last woman that he would cherish ©Schizology She was #She #brokenheart #poem✍🧡🧡💛 sad poetry poetry in english poetry poetry lovers

She was #She #brokenheart poem✍🧡🧡💛 sad poetry poetry in english poetry poetry lovers

She was

She was his poetry even before he
Ever began to write any poems

His first thought when he woke up
His last thought before sleeping

The first woman that gave him comfort
The last woman that made him happy

The first woman to give him a child
The last woman he shared secrets to

The first woman to make his jaw drop
The last woman that he would cherish

©Schizology She was

#She #brokenheart #poem✍🧡🧡💛 sad poetry poetry in english poetry poetry lovers

Prempal Hindu

White Gau #Mata #Ki Seva Karle -# Samjh Le Ho Gaye Chara #Dham | Gau # your #sishFirst⊙ω⊙she #will cut ©Prempal Hindu Gau #Mata #Ki Seva Karle -# Samjh Le Ho Gaye Chara #Dham | Gau # your #sishFirst⊙ω⊙she #will cut

Gau Mata Ki Seva Karle -# Samjh Le Ho Gaye Chara Dham | Gau # your sishFirst⊙ω⊙she will cut

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

Umakant

a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset kiya pani kabrag kesha hota hai ©Umakant #SunSet kipani pine she Kiya hoshakta hai

#SunSet kipani pine she Kiya hoshakta hai

Schizology

Will you? Will you be my television? You would be the only channel I would tune into My favourite program is you Will you be my radio? You would be the only station I would listen to My ears only hear you Will you be my cell phone? You would be the only call I would make My fingers only touch you Will you be my microphone? You would be the only song That I would sing My voice only serenades you Will you be my friend? You would be the only one That I will ever need Partners in crime forever ©Schizology Will you? #you #will #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Will you? #you #will poem✍🧡🧡💛