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तू तोल जाए,मोहब्बत मेरी इतनी सस्ती नहीं है अंतरंग है ज़रूर,पर खुद गरजो में बस्ती नहीं है हर्फ बा हर्फ लिखी है एकतरफा, ये नाजायज नहीं है फसाने से अफसाने कहेगी,अफसोस तू लायक नहीं है The last letter#मोहब्बत

तू तोल जाए,मोहब्बत मेरी इतनी सस्ती नहीं है अंतरंग है ज़रूर,पर खुद गरजो में बस्ती नहीं है हर्फ बा हर्फ लिखी है एकतरफा, ये नाजायज नहीं है फसाने से अफसाने कहेगी,अफसोस तू लायक नहीं है The last letter#मोहब्बत

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aakhari khat... the last letter parimaharaj982017

aakhari khat... the last letter parimaharaj982017

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छोड़ दिया हमने हर चीज़ दोबरा फिर से.. हर भावना हर जज़्बात हर शिकायतें... तुम्हारी 'न' को फिर से खुद को अलंकृत किया तुम परेशान हो..खुद से हैरान हो.. उलझन-सुलझन के बीच न जाने क्यों परेशान हो.. खुद तुम्हे नही मालूम कि तुम क्या हो.. तुम्हारी हार मेरी हार है और तुम्हारी जीत मेरी... #last letter

छोड़ दिया हमने हर चीज़ दोबरा फिर से.. हर भावना हर जज़्बात हर शिकायतें... तुम्हारी 'न' को फिर से खुद को अलंकृत किया तुम परेशान हो..खुद से हैरान हो.. उलझन-सुलझन के बीच न जाने क्यों परेशान हो.. खुद तुम्हे नही मालूम कि तुम क्या हो.. तुम्हारी हार मेरी हार है और तुम्हारी जीत मेरी... #last letter

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Dear husband Please hold me even if it is just my Ashes hold me and stand by a river and gaze at the moon with me and then bury me where you can see me everyday. I have too many memories to accompany me so what if I die? Feel me by your side Yours always THE LAST LETTER🖤 #microtale129 #montales

Dear husband Please hold me even if it is just my Ashes hold me and stand by a river and gaze at the moon with me and then bury me where you can see me everyday. I have too many memories to accompany me so what if I die? Feel me by your side Yours always THE LAST LETTER🖤 #microtale129 #montales

Shrishti Dwivedi

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Call her A love letter from the past , That none could read . From beauty in her heart To chaos in her mind. That revolves her thought to find The ultimate espace to happiness. She couldn't let her poetry die, Coz that enabled her to fly. In the heaven that she never stepped on. The clouds and rain , Would never refrain . She could Express herself , To the universe and the cosmos. Her love was simple , in the language of stars Like the bees on the flowers. Sometimes a bit fussy in situation that were dizzy. With no lust , and no confusion She was a soul with rousing fusion Even her tears had poetry, And her smiling face a glory . All she had were her stories to tell. Where she could broke all her shell. She was a love letter from the past That none could read So pure , so true, This is my secret revealed to you , She was a love letter from the past That none could read. ©Shrishti Dwivedi a love letter from the past #zindagikerang

Call her A love letter from the past , That none could read . From beauty in her heart To chaos in her mind. That revolves her thought to find The ultimate espace to happiness. She couldn't let her poetry die, Coz that enabled her to fly. In the heaven that she never stepped on. The clouds and rain , Would never refrain . She could Express herself , To the universe and the cosmos. Her love was simple , in the language of stars Like the bees on the flowers. Sometimes a bit fussy in situation that were dizzy. With no lust , and no confusion She was a soul with rousing fusion Even her tears had poetry, And her smiling face a glory . All she had were her stories to tell. Where she could broke all her shell. She was a love letter from the past That none could read So pure , so true, This is my secret revealed to you , She was a love letter from the past That none could read. ©Shrishti Dwivedi a love letter from the past #zindagikerang

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// The Lost Dances Of Cranes // Somewhere in these fields, you used to settle under the shade of the morning sun, but now what I see are not even your shadows, but an unheard song echoing in my ears with the flapping of your wings far away to the firmament. 🖤🖤 The title is from an original poem from the same title by Juliet Wilson... #aestheticthoughts #theunsungquill #poetry

// The Lost Dances Of Cranes // Somewhere in these fields, you used to settle under the shade of the morning sun, but now what I see are not even your shadows, but an unheard song echoing in my ears with the flapping of your wings far away to the firmament. 🖤🖤 The title is from an original poem from the same title by Juliet Wilson... #aestheticthoughts #theunsungquill #poetry

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from last night

from last night