Suhana ye mausam barish ka .. Fir kyu. Birah me jalta man ye hmara... Sayad.. Bechain hai ye dil hmara... Ya fir.. Aaj Bairi hai Mahboob hmara . Fir bhi .. Krni h unse batein bhut sarii. Par lgta hai. Kfa hai hmse vo bechari. a different form of writing ..poetry..

a different form of writing ..poetry..

Suhana ye mausam barish ka ..
Fir kyu.
Birah me jalta man ye hmara...
Sayad..
Bechain hai ye dil hmara...
Ya fir..
Aaj Bairi hai Mahboob hmara .
Fir bhi ..
Krni h unse batein bhut sarii.
Par lgta hai.
Kfa hai hmse vo bechari. a different form of writing ..poetry..

Shravan Goud

Nobody can find way of life but all living the life their own way. Different ways of different livings

Different ways of different livings

Naveen Singh

elements #Knowledge

Johncy Rani

Scientist name of Some elements # Periodic Table #Knowledge

Schizology

Elements Days go by, thinking of you Nights I lie , visions of you Many times I try, without you I often sigh, still feeling blue Weeks tally up, thoughts of us Months in a fuzz, memories of us Years gone plus , recalling of us I still discuss , of what once 'twas Remembering you, and all you are You're my world , as I wait from afar My air , my water , my fire , my earth You're my light, my guide, and my star ©Schizology Elements #Elements #missed #Broken💔Heart

Elements #Elements #missed Broken💔Heart #Poetry

Elements

Days go by, thinking of you
Nights I lie , visions of you
Many times I try, without you
I often sigh, still feeling blue

Weeks tally up, thoughts of us
Months in a fuzz, memories of us
Years gone plus , recalling of us
I still discuss , of what once 'twas

Remembering you, and all you are
You're my world , as I wait from afar
My air , my water , my fire , my earth
You're my light, my guide, and my star

©Schizology Elements

#Elements #missed #Broken💔Heart

PRêM GôSWAMI

PROTECT HER BY THE ELEMENTS OF CHANGE ! #Jitnidafa

marmalade ツ

~our palm lines are made of pores~ smoke siphons and spreads. sky catches and keeps. safe, i feel. lines on my palms turn grey and blue while those on my forehead, a smouldering green. i heard, as humans, we have no time to be sad but it's this sorrow that pours through the pores in our hands, reminding us, of the little time that we call life and i think that's why we don't grow up to be old, we age, at different places, and become the life we were always meant to be. We smell of life, at different places, in different forms. 💛 #theunsungquill #poetry #itsjustmeandmypoems

We smell of life, at different places, in different forms. 💛 #theunsungquill poetry #itsjustmeandmypoems