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Blissofsoul

White I hate those people who be like Valentines Day to bache manate hai Pyar karne wale to roz karte hai Arey to ek din aur kar lo Kar do post Likh do kuch baatein Laga do story Bhej do flowers Dedo kuch gift! Ye choti baatein hi shayad Unhe achi lage!❤️ ©Blissofsoul written by @wordsbyrishabh

written by @wordsbyrishabh

White I hate those people who be like
Valentines Day to bache manate hai
Pyar karne wale to roz karte hai

Arey to ek din aur kar lo
Kar do post
Likh do kuch baatein
Laga do story
Bhej do flowers
Dedo kuch gift!

Ye choti baatein hi shayad
Unhe achi lage!❤️

©Blissofsoul written by @wordsbyrishabh

Ram Prakesh

tere hathon ki Mehandi bahut pyari lagti hai ©Ram Prakesh #hand ✋👌

#hand ✋👌

खाली पन्ने

आत्मसम्मान बहुत क़ीमती चीज़ है, कोई हाथ छुड़ाए तो छोड़ दिया करो ! 💯❤️ ©खाली पन्ने #Love #Leave #hand #self_respect

Love #Leave #hand #self_respect

Divya Shrotriya

green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

green-leaves
Redamancy

He is a shooter, I am a writer.
He has guns, I have pens.
He has bullets, I have roses.
He kills people, I save lives.
He takes revenge, I forgive people.
He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone.
He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words.
He looks at me, I ignore him.
He is an enemy, I am a friend.
He spreads hatred, I spread love.
He takes lives, I give lives.
He lives in darkness, I live in light.
He loves me, I hate him.
He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him.
He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom.
He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words.
He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love.
He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo.
He roars, I sing.
He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence.

How will this love story begin...

©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

Srinivas

A stumble tests friendships; the real ones rise with you, hand in hand, heart to heart. ©Srinivas A stumble tests friendships; the real ones rise with you, hand in hand, heart to heart.

A stumble tests friendships; the real ones rise with you, hand in hand, heart to heart.