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"Unspoken Depths" Let words flow, emotions show. Eyes speak when voice is low. Not all needs to be expressed, A gaze can convey the rest. In this depth of emotions vast, Hide some things, some meant to last. Understand some things unsaid, Clearly express what needs to be read. Calm the clashing waves within, Hand in hand, let's journey begin. Seek answers, don't stray from the road, In actions, find your life's code. Control the mind, let reason reign, Seize the moment, cast away pain. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem emphasizes the importance of unspoken communication and taking action to achieve life's goals.

"Unspoken Depths" Let words flow, emotions show. Eyes speak when voice is low. Not all needs to be expressed, A gaze can convey the rest. In this depth of emotions vast, Hide some things, some meant to last. Understand some things unsaid, Clearly express what needs to be read. Calm the clashing waves within, Hand in hand, let's journey begin. Seek answers, don't stray from the road, In actions, find your life's code. Control the mind, let reason reign, Seize the moment, cast away pain. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem emphasizes the importance of unspoken communication and taking action to achieve life's goals.

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“Eyes on the sky, feet on the ground.” ©Muki Artist #sky #nature #sunset #photography #clouds #landscape #photooftheday #love #naturephotography

“Eyes on the sky, feet on the ground.” ©Muki Artist #sky #nature #sunset #photography #clouds #landscape #photooftheday #love #naturephotography

Santosh Jangam

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"Spark in the Crowd" In a bustling crowd, our eyes met, Love's sweet song, a silent set. Words whispered soft beneath the skies, A spark ignited, hearts in ties. Nearer we drew, words fell away, Distance veiled, longing stayed. In this moment, your warmth I yearn, Nurture love, darkness spurn. In an instant, the world transforms, Your gaze warms, love forms. Cherish this love, this time, Our journey, forever climb. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the essence of love at first sight, highlighting the instant connection, unspoken emotions, and the yearning for lov

"Spark in the Crowd" In a bustling crowd, our eyes met, Love's sweet song, a silent set. Words whispered soft beneath the skies, A spark ignited, hearts in ties. Nearer we drew, words fell away, Distance veiled, longing stayed. In this moment, your warmth I yearn, Nurture love, darkness spurn. In an instant, the world transforms, Your gaze warms, love forms. Cherish this love, this time, Our journey, forever climb. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the essence of love at first sight, highlighting the instant connection, unspoken emotions, and the yearning for lov

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White Above us spreads the canvas blue, Where dreams and clouds dance in view. A vast expanse, endless and high, The sky, a masterpiece, reaching the eye. ©Shayra #summer_vacation #sky #Nature #blue #clouds #sun #poem #Poetry

White Above us spreads the canvas blue, Where dreams and clouds dance in view. A vast expanse, endless and high, The sky, a masterpiece, reaching the eye. ©Shayra #summer_vacation #sky #Nature #blue #clouds #sun #poem #Poetry

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White In the heavens, they drift so free, Whispers of cotton, vast and ethereal they be. Clouds, oh clouds, billowing high, Stretching across the cerulean sky. With puffs of white, like marshmallows in the air, Softly floating, without a single care. They dance and twirl, in graceful sway, Creating shapes with each passing day. Look up to the sky, and what do you see? An elephant, a ship, a fantasy flee. For clouds are painters, in their own right, Masterpieces forming in plain sight. As the day rolls on, the clouds may change, Darkened hues, a sign of impending rain. Yet even in storm, there is beauty to behold, The power and majesty, a story yet untold. And when the sun finally sets, its colors ablaze, Clouds become a canvas, a breathtaking maze. Splashes of orange, streaks of pink, As if nature herself were taking a final brink. So let us marvel at the clouds above, A reminder that in simplicity, we find love. For in their presence, we learn to dream, And let our thoughts soar, like clouds, it seems. ©@krishn_ratii #alone #clouds #nojoto❤ #nojotoenglish #nojotonews #viral #treanding

White In the heavens, they drift so free, Whispers of cotton, vast and ethereal they be. Clouds, oh clouds, billowing high, Stretching across the cerulean sky. With puffs of white, like marshmallows in the air, Softly floating, without a single care. They dance and twirl, in graceful sway, Creating shapes with each passing day. Look up to the sky, and what do you see? An elephant, a ship, a fantasy flee. For clouds are painters, in their own right, Masterpieces forming in plain sight. As the day rolls on, the clouds may change, Darkened hues, a sign of impending rain. Yet even in storm, there is beauty to behold, The power and majesty, a story yet untold. And when the sun finally sets, its colors ablaze, Clouds become a canvas, a breathtaking maze. Splashes of orange, streaks of pink, As if nature herself were taking a final brink. So let us marvel at the clouds above, A reminder that in simplicity, we find love. For in their presence, we learn to dream, And let our thoughts soar, like clouds, it seems. ©@krishn_ratii #alone #clouds #nojoto❤ #nojotoenglish #nojotonews #viral #treanding

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White "Like clouds drifting aimlessly, so too does human life find its course in the boundless expanse of possibility." ©Anchal #alone #Sky #clouds

White "Like clouds drifting aimlessly, so too does human life find its course in the boundless expanse of possibility." ©Anchal #alone #Sky #clouds

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I feel so free and yet I’m bound, I’m invisible and yet around; I know, I’ve to go with the flow, This is the only way I will grow. ©HintsOfHeart. #Head in the clouds and regrets beneath the earth I walk on.

I feel so free and yet I’m bound, I’m invisible and yet around; I know, I’ve to go with the flow, This is the only way I will grow. ©HintsOfHeart. #Head in the clouds and regrets beneath the earth I walk on.

Santosh Jangam

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"Unspoken Love" In wordless realms, our bond holds sway, Emotions silent, yet they betray. Heart's desires, in stolen glance, Flames ablaze, in silent dance. Loyalty firm, yet mind does roam, Seeking solace, amidst tempest's foam. Touches speak, where words retreat, Parting joy, sorrows fleet. Laughter's call, with sigh embraced, In imperfect world, love's grace. Pleasure's dance, in transient trance, Thread of wisdom, in life's advance. I, star bright, in vast expanse above, Spreading peace, with steadfast love." ©Santosh Jangam #"Unspoken Love" The moral of the poem is that love speaks through silent gestures, enduring despite challenges, and offering solace amids

"Unspoken Love" In wordless realms, our bond holds sway, Emotions silent, yet they betray. Heart's desires, in stolen glance, Flames ablaze, in silent dance. Loyalty firm, yet mind does roam, Seeking solace, amidst tempest's foam. Touches speak, where words retreat, Parting joy, sorrows fleet. Laughter's call, with sigh embraced, In imperfect world, love's grace. Pleasure's dance, in transient trance, Thread of wisdom, in life's advance. I, star bright, in vast expanse above, Spreading peace, with steadfast love." ©Santosh Jangam #"Unspoken Love" The moral of the poem is that love speaks through silent gestures, enduring despite challenges, and offering solace amids

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Unspoken Bond "I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in. Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with." A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. "We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room. ©Nitin K. Ravi Unspoken Bond #Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD

Unspoken Bond "I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in. Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with." A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. "We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room. ©Nitin K. Ravi Unspoken Bond #Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD