Ek main hu jo fikrmand hu, Ek main hu jo sahi nahi hai. Ek main hu jo ghut raha hai, Ek main hu jo galat nahi hai. Ek main hu jo qadardan hu, Ek main hu jo do-rahe par hai. Ek main hu bandha hua kariyon se, Ek main hu jo azaad hai usulo se. Ek main hu jo beparwah hu, Ek main hu jo takleef me hai. Ek main hu jisme kuch imaan hai, Ek main hu jo kisi ke liye beimaan hai. ©Ananta Dasgupta #anantadasgupta #self_respect #war

#anantadasgupta #self_respect #War

Ek main hu jo fikrmand hu,
Ek main hu jo sahi nahi hai.
Ek main hu jo ghut raha hai,
Ek main hu jo galat nahi hai.
Ek main hu jo qadardan hu,
Ek main hu jo do-rahe par hai.
Ek main hu bandha hua kariyon se,
Ek main hu jo azaad hai usulo se.
Ek main hu jo beparwah hu,
Ek main hu jo takleef me hai.
Ek main hu jisme kuch imaan hai,
Ek main hu jo kisi ke liye beimaan hai.

©Ananta Dasgupta #anantadasgupta #self_respect #war

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

Sh@kila Niy@z

New Year 2025 In our happiness, we should not forget those oppressed and helpless people and should not forget to pray for them who have been going through conditions of war and oppression since a long time. 453 days and still counting .... ©Sh@kila Niy@z #Palestine #war #basekkhayaal #basyunhi #duaa #nojotoenglish #Quotes #1Jan25 #Newyear2025

#Palestine #War #basekkhayaal #basyunhi #duaa #nojotoenglish #Quotes #1Jan25 #Newyear2025

New Year 2025 In our happiness, we should not forget
those oppressed and helpless people
and should not forget to pray for them
who have been going through conditions of
war and oppression since a long time.

453 days and still counting ....

©Sh@kila Niy@z #Palestine #war
#basekkhayaal #basyunhi
#duaa
#nojotoenglish
#Quotes
#1Jan25
#Newyear2025

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

Schizology

War , we don't need it War, we don't need it Peace, is in demand War, we shouldn't breed it Peace, love the fellow man War, do not feed it Peace, share the land War, do not lead it Peace, give a helping hand War, do they breathe it? Peace, we can take a stand ©Schizology War , we don't need it #War #poem✍🧡🧡💛

War , we don't need it #War poem✍🧡🧡💛

War , we don't need it

War, we don't need it
Peace, is in demand

War, we shouldn't breed it
Peace, love the fellow man

War, do not feed it
Peace, share the land

War, do not lead it
Peace, give a helping hand

War, do they breathe it?
Peace, we can take a stand

©Schizology War , we don't need it

#War #poem✍🧡🧡💛

criclips

It's a war

Abdul Rahman M

#fantasy

Abdul Rahman M

#fantasy

Anurag Prajapati

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#sad_quotes An areay Prajapati to war now Anurex

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©Anurag Prajapati #sad_quotes An areay Prajapati to war now Anurex

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