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Mohan raj
White गुरु आप कोअंधकार से प्रकाश के मार्ग पर लाता है, गुरुः त्वां अन्धकारात् प्रकाशमार्गं प्रति आनयति, Guru brings you from darkness to the path of light, Dhanyawad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life Lessons Shiv Bhakti Guru brings you from darkness to the path of light,
Life Lessons Shiv Bhakti Guru brings you from darkness to the path of light,
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Once the whole city was my and you were strangers Now you are your own, the whole city is a stranger Now you are not mine , the city is also not my Life has to start again from this point Where the whole city was mine and you were strangers ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا Once the whole city was my and you were strangers Now you are your own, the whole city is a stranger Now you are not
unfaithful_j_بےوفا Once the whole city was my and you were strangers Now you are your own, the whole city is a stranger Now you are not #Life
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White Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ©priya... deswal From the diary of a CEO❤.
From the diary of a CEO❤.
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"One - Sided Dream" Never seen her face, and yet, My heart aches with a deep regret. Why must these one-sided dreams, Haunt my with unseen beams? Her eyes hold no arrows for me, The distance remains eternally. Why can't I bridge this unseen maze? My oblivious hands lose their daze. No music fills the air with glee, The vast sky fades from me. Why can't such companionship exist? Leaving my heart with an aching fist. Lost in these fantasies I roam, Forever a stranger in this dream-like home. Why must these unfulfilled desires, Burn like embers, fanned by hidden fires? The world feels distant, cold, and vast, A stranger I stand, forever outcast. Why must this pain, a relentless tide, In the caverns of my heart reside? ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem explores the pain of unrequited love and the importance of facing reality. It suggests that true connection requires communic
प्रज्ञा
White तेरी हर बात पर एतबार किया तुम ने हर बार इनकार किया ना किया सिकायत तुझसे हर खता पर जो मुस्कुरा दिया कि इस बात पर तुमने मेरे हर एक गुरुर को हि तोर दिया। ©प्रज्ञा #City
Kailash Singh
White नसीब तेरी हथेली पर है, तू अपना मुकुद्दार मत ढूंढ, अरे सीख उस समंदर से, जो टकराने के लिए पत्थरों की तलाश करता है। ©Kailash Singh #City
Piરાणी N@સरीन !! "Twiનकल"
White टल गईं हैं सरसे बला तो अब होगा सब भला!! ©Piરાणी N@સरीन !! "Twiનकल" #City
Santosh Jangam
"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the