New historically the purpose of a web page was to Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

Santosh Jangam

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

"Inner Quest" Life flows fast, as time does sow, What we reap is what we grow. Fear arises, harm might be near, Will our momentum disappear? Will the endless thirst be gone? Will greatness in life ever dawn? Shall I rush to dreams, full of zeal, Or be cautious with moments, and feel? Questions flood, the mind can't rest, Even with eyes closed, it’s a test. Who gives strength to tired arms? Who keeps the lamp from all harms? Who renews the will to strive? Who ensures wounds heal, and we survive? To find oneself, a burning quest, Living each moment to the best. Pride in deeds, faith unshaken, With strong belief, never forsaken. Dreams flow like an endless stream, Live and let live, the constant theme. The doors of knowledge never close, Thirst quenched when goals repose. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem is to pursue self-discovery and dreams with unwavering determination, finding strength and purpose in every moment, and livin

"Inner Quest" Life flows fast, as time does sow, What we reap is what we grow. Fear arises, harm might be near, Will our momentum disappear? Will the endless thirst be gone? Will greatness in life ever dawn? Shall I rush to dreams, full of zeal, Or be cautious with moments, and feel? Questions flood, the mind can't rest, Even with eyes closed, it’s a test. Who gives strength to tired arms? Who keeps the lamp from all harms? Who renews the will to strive? Who ensures wounds heal, and we survive? To find oneself, a burning quest, Living each moment to the best. Pride in deeds, faith unshaken, With strong belief, never forsaken. Dreams flow like an endless stream, Live and let live, the constant theme. The doors of knowledge never close, Thirst quenched when goals repose. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem is to pursue self-discovery and dreams with unwavering determination, finding strength and purpose in every moment, and livin

Santosh Jangam

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

Santosh Jangam

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.

"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.

Santosh Jangam

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

"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

priya... deswal

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

White Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ©priya... deswal From the diary of a CEO❤.

White Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ©priya... deswal From the diary of a CEO❤.

Unfaithful_j_بےوفا

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person

By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person

Renu MR

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

White long in to your coursere account with your email address, Google, Facebook, or apply creden fial ©Renu MR #eidmubarak A cover letter is a one page document the you submit as part of your job application

White long in to your coursere account with your email address, Google, Facebook, or apply creden fial ©Renu MR #eidmubarak A cover letter is a one page document the you submit as part of your job application