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I had a dream that I have a luxurious palace, a luxurious car, a luxurious airplane, luxurious clothes, luxurious food, luxurious mobile and servants There are luxurious electronic products and luxurious robots . ©person #life_quotes my love dream of the rich#

I had a dream that I have a luxurious palace, a luxurious car, a luxurious airplane, luxurious clothes, luxurious food, luxurious mobile and servants There are luxurious electronic products and luxurious robots . ©person #life_quotes my love dream of the rich#

Brijesha Vishwas

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White हो गए जुदा हम, इसमें नहीं कोई गम, भले हो दूर तुम, दिल की धड़कन में तुम दिल मे धड़कते रहना, सपनों मे आना तुम, मेरी सासें बनना तुम खुश रह लेंगे इसमें हम ©Brijesha Vishwas #flowers of my life

White हो गए जुदा हम, इसमें नहीं कोई गम, भले हो दूर तुम, दिल की धड़कन में तुम दिल मे धड़कते रहना, सपनों मे आना तुम, मेरी सासें बनना तुम खुश रह लेंगे इसमें हम ©Brijesha Vishwas #flowers of my life

Santosh Jangam

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"Song of the Heart" Listen, dear, to love's sweet song, Deep within, where hearts belong. You are the song, you are the tune, You are the love, that makes me swoon. You are the day, you are the night, You are the flame, my heart's light. You are the breeze, you are the thrill, You are the rain, that soaks my will. You are the vision, you are the faith, You are the hope, my soul's safe place. You are the laughter, you are the pain, You are the goal, for which I strain. You are the boat, you are the shore, You are the smile, that I adore. You are the mind, you are the life, You are the moment, my soul's delight. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The moral of the poem is that true love is all-encompassing and deeply intertwined with every aspect of life, providing light, hope, a

"Song of the Heart" Listen, dear, to love's sweet song, Deep within, where hearts belong. You are the song, you are the tune, You are the love, that makes me swoon. You are the day, you are the night, You are the flame, my heart's light. You are the breeze, you are the thrill, You are the rain, that soaks my will. You are the vision, you are the faith, You are the hope, my soul's safe place. You are the laughter, you are the pain, You are the goal, for which I strain. You are the boat, you are the shore, You are the smile, that I adore. You are the mind, you are the life, You are the moment, my soul's delight. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The moral of the poem is that true love is all-encompassing and deeply intertwined with every aspect of life, providing light, hope, a

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"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

Shivam Singh Rajput

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मेरे दिल के जख्मों की वो मरहम है, मैं जो कोई सुर छेड़ू तो वो सरगम है, मेरी जिंदगी जो कभी बदरंग बने तो वो सात रंग है, मैं जो गुमराह हूं तो वो उपवन है, ये कोन सी बंदिशें हैं जो मुझे उसका होने नहीं दे रहा, मैं जो नीरस हूं तो वो अनुपम है। ©Shivam Singh Rajput #Life #लव #Love Beauty of my love..

मेरे दिल के जख्मों की वो मरहम है, मैं जो कोई सुर छेड़ू तो वो सरगम है, मेरी जिंदगी जो कभी बदरंग बने तो वो सात रंग है, मैं जो गुमराह हूं तो वो उपवन है, ये कोन सी बंदिशें हैं जो मुझे उसका होने नहीं दे रहा, मैं जो नीरस हूं तो वो अनुपम है। ©Shivam Singh Rajput #Life #लव #Love Beauty of my love..

Santosh Jangam

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"Symphony of Hearts" Night's fragrance, rain's delight, Your presence makes everything right. Soft laughter in meadows green, Joyful whispers, a love unseen. Sun sets, heart's call rings true, Earth and ocean sing anew. Love awakens, hearts entwine, Lost in a world, forever thine. Cool touch, a soul's embrace, Love's embrace fills every space. Without you, life incomplete, Entwined in love, forever sweet. Moments endless, love's own play, Happiness lights each coming day. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem celebrates the transformative power of love. It portrays love as a source of joy, peace, and completeness, suggesting that li

"Symphony of Hearts" Night's fragrance, rain's delight, Your presence makes everything right. Soft laughter in meadows green, Joyful whispers, a love unseen. Sun sets, heart's call rings true, Earth and ocean sing anew. Love awakens, hearts entwine, Lost in a world, forever thine. Cool touch, a soul's embrace, Love's embrace fills every space. Without you, life incomplete, Entwined in love, forever sweet. Moments endless, love's own play, Happiness lights each coming day. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem celebrates the transformative power of love. It portrays love as a source of joy, peace, and completeness, suggesting that li

Mohan raj

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White मेरे अंधेरो का सवेरा है शिव जीवन का सहारा है शिव शिवः मम अन्धकारस्य प्रभातम्, शिवः जीवनस्य आश्रयः। Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons shiv bhakti Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life vineetapanchal Sethi Ji

White मेरे अंधेरो का सवेरा है शिव जीवन का सहारा है शिव शिवः मम अन्धकारस्य प्रभातम्, शिवः जीवनस्य आश्रयः। Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons shiv bhakti Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life vineetapanchal Sethi Ji

Nitin K. Ravi

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Ecoes of Life... When he was born, some remarked that he bore a striking resemblance to his maternal grandfather. However, they pondered over the mystery of his complexion, as everyone else in the family had fair skin, unlike his darker tone. At the age of 3½, he ventured into the realm of schooling. Teachers often praised his intellect but urged him to rein in his mischievous tendencies. During a visit from a relative, concerns were raised about his underweight stature, prompting his mother to embark on a mission to fortify him with daily doses of milk and eggs, which he reluctantly accepted. His first dalliance with love occurred at 17, only to find that the girl of his affection was already committed with someone. At 22, he faced failure in his second year of B.Com due to his perpetual struggle with accounting. Despite his inclination towards the arts, he remained unable to articulate his desires when questioned by his parents. At 25, another failed romantic pursuit ensued. Eventually, at 27, he found himself betrothed through a matrimonial arrangement facilitated by a WhatsApp group, tying the knot at 28. At thirty-nine, his son mirrored his academic struggles, leading to murmurs of 'like father, like son.' His demanding job burdened him with tasks beyond his capabilities, contributing to his growing sense of discontent. Discord lingering from past conflicts strained his marital harmony, further exacerbating his personal turmoil. As he reached seventy-three, his once-lustrous hair began to wane, and forgetfulness crept in. Family members advised him to embrace the limitations of old age. At seventy-nine, the joy of becoming a grandfather for the second time was tempered by concerns over his health, as fears of diabetes loomed. Suggestions to refrain from excessive physical exertion due to age-related vulnerabilities left him feeling self-conscious and toothless. Finally, at eighty-three, the specter of mortality loomed large as he sensed the presence of the inevitable 'Yamdoots' at his doorstep. He is accompanied by his son, who is disappointed for leaving the business meeting. Outside the ventilator, his wife wept, gazing upon him. As he closed his eyes for the last time, he wondered if in death, he might find respite from the regrets of a life. It was too late when he realised all the things he regret and all the things he wanted and never got , it all happened because he listened to everyone except his own self ©Nitin K. Ravi Ever wondered about the echoes of conformity in your own life? #SAD #Life #sad_feeling #SadLife #Love

Ecoes of Life... When he was born, some remarked that he bore a striking resemblance to his maternal grandfather. However, they pondered over the mystery of his complexion, as everyone else in the family had fair skin, unlike his darker tone. At the age of 3½, he ventured into the realm of schooling. Teachers often praised his intellect but urged him to rein in his mischievous tendencies. During a visit from a relative, concerns were raised about his underweight stature, prompting his mother to embark on a mission to fortify him with daily doses of milk and eggs, which he reluctantly accepted. His first dalliance with love occurred at 17, only to find that the girl of his affection was already committed with someone. At 22, he faced failure in his second year of B.Com due to his perpetual struggle with accounting. Despite his inclination towards the arts, he remained unable to articulate his desires when questioned by his parents. At 25, another failed romantic pursuit ensued. Eventually, at 27, he found himself betrothed through a matrimonial arrangement facilitated by a WhatsApp group, tying the knot at 28. At thirty-nine, his son mirrored his academic struggles, leading to murmurs of 'like father, like son.' His demanding job burdened him with tasks beyond his capabilities, contributing to his growing sense of discontent. Discord lingering from past conflicts strained his marital harmony, further exacerbating his personal turmoil. As he reached seventy-three, his once-lustrous hair began to wane, and forgetfulness crept in. Family members advised him to embrace the limitations of old age. At seventy-nine, the joy of becoming a grandfather for the second time was tempered by concerns over his health, as fears of diabetes loomed. Suggestions to refrain from excessive physical exertion due to age-related vulnerabilities left him feeling self-conscious and toothless. Finally, at eighty-three, the specter of mortality loomed large as he sensed the presence of the inevitable 'Yamdoots' at his doorstep. He is accompanied by his son, who is disappointed for leaving the business meeting. Outside the ventilator, his wife wept, gazing upon him. As he closed his eyes for the last time, he wondered if in death, he might find respite from the regrets of a life. It was too late when he realised all the things he regret and all the things he wanted and never got , it all happened because he listened to everyone except his own self ©Nitin K. Ravi Ever wondered about the echoes of conformity in your own life? #SAD #Life #sad_feeling #SadLife #Love