White bachpan hi thik tha, khushi bhi thi or pyar bhi tha, jb se bade huye hain, na hi pyar hai, or na hi khusi, hai to sirf matlab, o baqt tu aa jana vapas, fir se tab bhi thoda hans lun jese pahle hasta tha. ©Ranjana singh kamal #fir se hanslun

#Fir se hanslun

White bachpan hi thik tha,
khushi bhi thi or pyar bhi tha,
jb se bade huye hain,
na hi pyar hai,
or na hi khusi,
hai to sirf matlab,
o baqt tu aa jana vapas, fir se tab bhi thoda hans lun
jese pahle hasta tha.

©Ranjana singh kamal #fir se hanslun

Rajneesh Kumar

White उसी रफ़्तार से चलती है गाड़ी तुम्हारे प्यार से चलती है गाड़ी ©Rajneesh Kumar #ghazal se

#ghazal se

Jay

White aata nahi h humko aapko satana . magar aap chahte ho hum .. aapko sataye ©Jay #sad_quotes dill se

#sad_quotes dill se

Madhu Gupta

White दोस्ती में कहां दग़ा-बाज़ी की गुंजाइश बात होती है। जान भी निकल जाए, मग़र मजाल है ... दोस्तों की बात ना ज़ुबान से बाहर होती है!! मधु गुप्ता अपराजिता " ©Madhu Gupta #Dosti❤️se

Dosti❤️se

Divya Shrotriya

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya #lovelife #romance #fantasy

#lovelife #romance #fantasy

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night,
The keeper of my darkness.
I seek him as the world turns still,
A being untethered by mortal form,
A pure, untouched soul.

He dwells beyond the bounds of earth,
Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole,
Or concealed in the mystic embrace
Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma.
He is my new moon, my untamed dream.

I dare not see his face—
I only crave his presence,
The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine,
His lips dancing on my thighs,
His breath, a warm current on my neck,
His teeth grazing my earlobe.

Our limbs entwined as whispers rise,
His gaze piercing into my soul,
His tongue igniting my hidden bloom,
And his face buried
Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh.

I yearn to lose myself in him,
To surrender, to be consumed,
To be his entirely.
Take me as I am,
Be my master.

©Divya Shrotriya #lovelife #romance #fantasy

Ravi Yadav

Unsplash Zindagi ek baar ka mavka hai isko sabhi apne sath rakhna chahte hain camera zindagi ke khaas lamho ko pakadne ka madhyam hai ©Ravi Yadav #Lamhe Zindagi se

#lamhe Zindagi se

Unsplash Zindagi ek baar ka mavka hai
isko sabhi apne sath rakhna chahte hain camera zindagi ke khaas lamho ko pakadne ka madhyam hai

©Ravi Yadav #Lamhe Zindagi se

Sanoj Kumar

a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset when I think about i love you remember they re the best couple ©Sanoj Kumar #SunSet dil se

#SunSet dil se

Schizology

Fantasy Often he thinks About random things Like What will today bring Often he wonders About life he ponders Like What if he went farther Often he dreams Constantly it seems Of Wild and flowing streams Often he escapes When he is not awake To Fall asleep is all it takes Often he fantasizes His interest rises To Him that is what entices Often he is woken Swearing and soaking These Dreams are so outspoken ©Schizology Fantasy #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #fantasy

Fantasy poem✍🧡🧡💛 #fantasy

Fantasy

Often he thinks
About random things
Like
What will today bring

Often he wonders
About life he ponders
Like
What if he went farther

Often he dreams
Constantly it seems
Of
Wild and flowing streams

Often he escapes
When he is not awake
To
Fall asleep is all it takes

Often he fantasizes
His interest rises
To
Him that is what entices

Often he is woken
Swearing and soaking
These
Dreams are so outspoken

©Schizology Fantasy

#poem✍🧡🧡💛 #fantasy

CHANDAN KUMAR GUPTA

Seiko Seiko se se se Hugli qu is zitj sunrise ř wshayari sad

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