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Yogi Sonu

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White अगर जीवन में समाधी न हो तो जीवन कैसा होगा भाग दौड़ होगी ईश्या होगी प्रतिस्पर्धा होगी जीवन एक जंगली जानवर जैसा बन जायेगा फिर उसे भुलाने के लिए मादक द्रव्य का सेवन पर समाधी अपने आप में एक दुनिया है परमार्थ की दुनिया जिस दुनिया मे आदिपुरुष योग में स्थापिता है । ©Yogi Sonu अगर जीवन में समाधी न हो तो जीवन कैसा होगा भाग दौड़ होगी ईश्या होगी प्रतिस्पर्धा होगी जीवन एक जंगली जानवर जैसा बन जायेगा फिर उसे भुलाने के लि

White अगर जीवन में समाधी न हो तो जीवन कैसा होगा भाग दौड़ होगी ईश्या होगी प्रतिस्पर्धा होगी जीवन एक जंगली जानवर जैसा बन जायेगा फिर उसे भुलाने के लिए मादक द्रव्य का सेवन पर समाधी अपने आप में एक दुनिया है परमार्थ की दुनिया जिस दुनिया मे आदिपुरुष योग में स्थापिता है । ©Yogi Sonu अगर जीवन में समाधी न हो तो जीवन कैसा होगा भाग दौड़ होगी ईश्या होगी प्रतिस्पर्धा होगी जीवन एक जंगली जानवर जैसा बन जायेगा फिर उसे भुलाने के लि

karishma Gujjar motivation quote

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कल मैंने सभी लेखकों को प्रोत्साहन बढ़ाने के लिए एक मैल लिखा नोजोटो टीम को उसे आप नीचे Coptaion में पढ़ें और नोजोटो टीम की उस मैल पर प्रक्रिया बहुत ही सराहनीय रही पुरा लेख पढ़ें। ©karishma Gujjar motivation quote नमस्कार नोजोटो टीम में करिश्मा जो की आपके हमारे प्रिय नोजोटो ऐप पर लिखते https://nojoto.page.link/JfSNv हुये मुझे एक साल से ऊपर का समय कब

कल मैंने सभी लेखकों को प्रोत्साहन बढ़ाने के लिए एक मैल लिखा नोजोटो टीम को उसे आप नीचे Coptaion में पढ़ें और नोजोटो टीम की उस मैल पर प्रक्रिया बहुत ही सराहनीय रही पुरा लेख पढ़ें। ©karishma Gujjar motivation quote नमस्कार नोजोटो टीम में करिश्मा जो की आपके हमारे प्रिय नोजोटो ऐप पर लिखते https://nojoto.page.link/JfSNv हुये मुझे एक साल से ऊपर का समय कब

Tiny glowing star!

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White Preface When the world smiled upon her, she didn't know how to smile back. When the world around her smiled so easily, she didn't understand what could be the possible conversation that made them to smile so much. She thought and thought......until one day she came to a conclusion that the world was too different and difficult to understand. She wanted to understand the hearts of people, but she herself was caught in an unknown island of lost thoughts and complex emotions. "Thy heart is a maze, I find an exit only to run again .." But... "When thou take a different path- vulnerable to others, thou meet understanding people and situations.." CHAPTER 2: HAPPY WITH WHAT I FEEL. The world knew this pianist as someone with worst personality. Her music permeated among people like a forest fire more for her rumours then music. Rumours said that she had already been disowned by her parents for going against them. Yet her notes sounded like an ice cream melting softly in heart and soul. A renowned street performer known for her music and rumoured lies.The people who marched forward to listen were always two minded. She told people who came to listen, "Music is my truth, and it doesn't lie!" "I don't have to prove myself, for I have my music always...", She uttered. Her heart was always empty, though she stood at the centre of million eyes. Great pianists like Beethoven, Mozart and Franchubert were always at the centre of such massive crowd. Their songs told a story that lead the music world to it's massive heights now. "I too live in a similar world, yet why does my heart feels lonely?" "Those hovering eyes of people is what kills me like poison slowly permeating through my entire body...!", she exclaimed. One fine day, where the sun rose from West, she came to perform early in an unusual timing. No soul was in sight and she thought it was better that way. As she commenced with her performance, she heard some foot steps approaching her that ringed through her ears like clear rain drops. She could feel that this person was different from any other she had met before. At the end of her performance, she saw this person waving a gentle smile towards her music. "Is music your truth?", Said the man wearing a blue suit, faint black haired with pale skin toned. She lifted her head with a really bewildered look. "Then......why don't you become that truth to people who wants them?", Said the man with a strange smile, siding his head slightly to one side. Those words lit a new fire in her lonely heart. The man happened to be a music manager of a small company, and he made her truth known to world. She shifted from the city full of hovering eyes to a city full of honest eyes. She wasn't playing in front of a big crowd anymore, but on a grand stage with million of onlookers to accomodate. Though only few came to listen to her music, she knew those honest eyes was the truth she was seeking for. "Those eyes are the real reward for the music I create!", She thought while playing in front of those few precious eyes. "Time flies, a single person who came that day made me realise that this is the type of people I seek for the truth, as they didn't care who I was but believed me for my music. This life, this city, and that one person is what i need right now. Goodbye......to my old self that always looked for honest eyes" ©Tiny glowing star! #Life #motivatation Story of Her Chapter 2

White Preface When the world smiled upon her, she didn't know how to smile back. When the world around her smiled so easily, she didn't understand what could be the possible conversation that made them to smile so much. She thought and thought......until one day she came to a conclusion that the world was too different and difficult to understand. She wanted to understand the hearts of people, but she herself was caught in an unknown island of lost thoughts and complex emotions. "Thy heart is a maze, I find an exit only to run again .." But... "When thou take a different path- vulnerable to others, thou meet understanding people and situations.." CHAPTER 2: HAPPY WITH WHAT I FEEL. The world knew this pianist as someone with worst personality. Her music permeated among people like a forest fire more for her rumours then music. Rumours said that she had already been disowned by her parents for going against them. Yet her notes sounded like an ice cream melting softly in heart and soul. A renowned street performer known for her music and rumoured lies.The people who marched forward to listen were always two minded. She told people who came to listen, "Music is my truth, and it doesn't lie!" "I don't have to prove myself, for I have my music always...", She uttered. Her heart was always empty, though she stood at the centre of million eyes. Great pianists like Beethoven, Mozart and Franchubert were always at the centre of such massive crowd. Their songs told a story that lead the music world to it's massive heights now. "I too live in a similar world, yet why does my heart feels lonely?" "Those hovering eyes of people is what kills me like poison slowly permeating through my entire body...!", she exclaimed. One fine day, where the sun rose from West, she came to perform early in an unusual timing. No soul was in sight and she thought it was better that way. As she commenced with her performance, she heard some foot steps approaching her that ringed through her ears like clear rain drops. She could feel that this person was different from any other she had met before. At the end of her performance, she saw this person waving a gentle smile towards her music. "Is music your truth?", Said the man wearing a blue suit, faint black haired with pale skin toned. She lifted her head with a really bewildered look. "Then......why don't you become that truth to people who wants them?", Said the man with a strange smile, siding his head slightly to one side. Those words lit a new fire in her lonely heart. The man happened to be a music manager of a small company, and he made her truth known to world. She shifted from the city full of hovering eyes to a city full of honest eyes. She wasn't playing in front of a big crowd anymore, but on a grand stage with million of onlookers to accomodate. Though only few came to listen to her music, she knew those honest eyes was the truth she was seeking for. "Those eyes are the real reward for the music I create!", She thought while playing in front of those few precious eyes. "Time flies, a single person who came that day made me realise that this is the type of people I seek for the truth, as they didn't care who I was but believed me for my music. This life, this city, and that one person is what i need right now. Goodbye......to my old self that always looked for honest eyes" ©Tiny glowing star! #Life #motivatation Story of Her Chapter 2

Satyam

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White आगे उन्हें एक हवलदार सरकारी वर्दी पहने हुए दिखा। राजा ने उसके पास जाकर पूछा- “महाशय अमुक स्थान जाने का रास्ता क्या है, कृपया बताइए?” हवलदार में अकड़ कर कहा- “मूर्ख तू देखता नहीं, मैं हाकिम हूं, मेरा काम रास्ता बताना नहीं है, चल हट किसी दूसरे से पूछ ©Satyam Satyam #Dosti part 2 Maharaja vikramaditya #satyamsatyam#2

White आगे उन्हें एक हवलदार सरकारी वर्दी पहने हुए दिखा। राजा ने उसके पास जाकर पूछा- “महाशय अमुक स्थान जाने का रास्ता क्या है, कृपया बताइए?” हवलदार में अकड़ कर कहा- “मूर्ख तू देखता नहीं, मैं हाकिम हूं, मेरा काम रास्ता बताना नहीं है, चल हट किसी दूसरे से पूछ ©Satyam Satyam #Dosti part 2 Maharaja vikramaditya #satyamsatyam#2

Devesh Dixit

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किताबें करतीं हैं बातें मुझे किसी के सिसकने की, कहीं से आवाज़ आ रही थी। जो कि लगातार मेरे कानों से, आकर अब भी टकरा रही थी। ढूँढा उसको मैंने, पर कहीं न पाया, आवाज़ ने उसकी, कहर बरसाया। ध्यान को केंद्रित भी नहीं कर पाया, इस कदर उसने मुझको भटकाया। ध्यान लगाया आवाज़ पर, तो पाया, हल्की सी दबी साँसों को सुन पाया। कहीं पर लगा था ढेर, किताबों का, जिस पर लगी धूल को मैं देख पाया। निकलने लगा मैं जब वहाँ से, बोली तभी किताब तपाक से। यूँ ही देख कर मुझे जा रहे हो, मुझे बिना सुने ही भाग रहे हो। सुन कर दुविधा में आ गया, रुका मैं इंसानियत के नाते। तब जाकर समझ में आया, कि किताबें करती हैं बातें। ......................................... देवेश दीक्षित ©Devesh Dixit #किताबें_करतीं_हैं_बातें #nojotohindi #nojotohindipoetry किताबें करतीं हैं बातें मुझे किसी के सिसकने की, कहीं से आवाज़ आ रही थी। जो कि लग

किताबें करतीं हैं बातें मुझे किसी के सिसकने की, कहीं से आवाज़ आ रही थी। जो कि लगातार मेरे कानों से, आकर अब भी टकरा रही थी। ढूँढा उसको मैंने, पर कहीं न पाया, आवाज़ ने उसकी, कहर बरसाया। ध्यान को केंद्रित भी नहीं कर पाया, इस कदर उसने मुझको भटकाया। ध्यान लगाया आवाज़ पर, तो पाया, हल्की सी दबी साँसों को सुन पाया। कहीं पर लगा था ढेर, किताबों का, जिस पर लगी धूल को मैं देख पाया। निकलने लगा मैं जब वहाँ से, बोली तभी किताब तपाक से। यूँ ही देख कर मुझे जा रहे हो, मुझे बिना सुने ही भाग रहे हो। सुन कर दुविधा में आ गया, रुका मैं इंसानियत के नाते। तब जाकर समझ में आया, कि किताबें करती हैं बातें। ......................................... देवेश दीक्षित ©Devesh Dixit #किताबें_करतीं_हैं_बातें #nojotohindi #nojotohindipoetry किताबें करतीं हैं बातें मुझे किसी के सिसकने की, कहीं से आवाज़ आ रही थी। जो कि लग