White दुनिया कहे लाल है, ख़तरे की निशानी, पर असल में है ये गुलाबी, प्रेम की कहानी। जो दिखता है भय, वो है अवसर का छुपा रंग, लाल को देख डरते हैं, पर गुलाबी है संग। हर कांटे के बीच छिपा है फूल का खिला रूप, जो समझ न सके इस रंग को, वो खो दे हर धूप। गुलाबी में छुपी है ख़ुशियों की सारी बातें, पर दुनिया लाल समझकर खो देती सौगातें। ©Shayra #good_night #poem #lalishq #gulabi #love #life #poem

#good_night #poem #lalishq #gulabi love life #poem #कविता

Bhavin Gada

Life Love #poem #कविता

shama pharheen

lifenojoto#shamapharheen #Life_experience #Death #विचार

Viraaj Sisodiya

Being a checkmate in life's summary does not mean that you have been blown over; you have become dispersed, perished, and ruined, as much as you have been impaired by the transgress situation; it means. Due to your innovation work being dislocated, there is a fracture or outrage in its functioning. Only you have to be disembodied from a state of vitiate. Your life-brooding is always in a state of virgin migration, and your novelty networks are always in vernal ordwelling, with assuagement and commiseration being gossip, not miff. It animates your toonification energy with the medication of nature. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Checkmate #Summary #Situation #Work #Life #YourQuote #Viraaj

#Checkmate #Summary #situation #work #Life #yourquote #Viraaj

Er.Atul Kumar Gupta

कौन समझा है सिर्फ बातों को.., सबको एक हादसा ज़रुरी हैं.... अतुल कुमार गुप्ता ©Er.Atul Kumar Gupta #Death

#Death #SAD

Sai Angel Shaayari

Life Asked Death Why Do People Love And Hate You? Death Replied Because You Are A Beautiful Lie And I'm The Painful Truth. ©Sai Angel Shaayari Life Asked Death Why Do People Love And Hate You? Death Replied Because You Are A Beautiful Lie And I'm The Painful Truth.

Life Asked Death Why Do People Love And Hate You? Death Replied Because You Are A Beautiful Lie And I'm The Painful Truth.

SAKSHI JAIN

मृत्यु निर्मोही सी वो गले लगाती सबको धनी हो या दानी गरीब हो या भिखारी परोसती है सबको बराबर से मृत्यु की थाली वज्रपात होता जब तन- मन पर बहता अंखियों से पानी पर रस्म तो रस्म है रस्म जरूर है निभानी कुछ हँसकर झूल जाते कोई झुलसकर गले लगाते कुछ जीवन का आनंद लेते-2 मन मुग्ध हो जाते है कठू है पर सत्य जिंदगी का मुट्टी बांधकर आने वाले खाली हाथ ही लौट जाते है। ©SAKSHI JAIN #death

#Death #कविता

भावना और एहसास Bhavna aur ehsaas

Now death has no age, nor time to define, It whispers in shadows, yet dances in light. From infants' first breaths to the aged decline, It weaves through existence, both day and night. In laughter and sorrow, in joy and in pain, Death moves with a grace both tender and cold. It touches the young, the robust, the slain, The stories of lives in silence are told. No longer confined to a number or years, It travels through moments, both fleeting and vast. In the eyes of the young, it mingles with fears, In the hearts of the old, it dwells in the past. Yet in this embrace, a truth is unfurled, That life’s fleeting beauty is in its brief stay. For now, death has no age, no single world, It binds us together, then carries away. ©भावना और एहसास Bhavna aur ehsaas #Death

#Death #Life