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Kabhi din main andhera Kabhi raat main sitara dekha hai Zindagi ki tabiyat ko ajeeb pehlawun se guzarte dekha hai Ek band kamre main wo chote se roshan daan se Ik umeed ki kiran main, maine apna saara jahan dekha hai ثاقب life is all about learning and relying on hope

Kabhi din main andhera Kabhi raat main sitara dekha hai Zindagi ki tabiyat ko ajeeb pehlawun se guzarte dekha hai Ek band kamre main wo chote se roshan daan se Ik umeed ki kiran main, maine apna saara jahan dekha hai ثاقب life is all about learning and relying on hope

Banwari Lal

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Kundali: Get online free kundli reading for marriage by date of birth call +91-9776190123 Online kundali portrays the Life of an individu

Kundali: Get online free kundli reading for marriage by date of birth call +91-9776190123 Online kundali portrays the Life of an individu

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Online kundali: Get Free kundli reading for marriage by date of birth call +91-9776190123 Online kundali delineates the Life of an indivi

Online kundali: Get Free kundli reading for marriage by date of birth call +91-9776190123 Online kundali delineates the Life of an indivi

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am i a beast? i used to brag about how one piercing stare of mine can scare the crap out of people's gut. not a minute ago my Amma said, "you're easy to deal with, until someone disturbs you." i am thankful for the realisation that this isn't something to be proud of. my friends say that they stay away from me, if they sense my at-the-verge rays radiating from me. maintaining limits with people and treating people rudely aren't the same. i can handle them with softness and still make them stand one step away from periphery. i have come to understand that cheerfulness and weird kindness are also my identities. so, i can shed this so-called terror or under-control version anytime, anywhere. i am not an animal. i can take no pride in being inhumane. it's smile that's dragging me forward, effortlessly and i'll hold its hand as long as i can; which is forever. implementation is must, HG. ___ i wrote this post and by mistake deleted it entirely; Lord is testing me-- TV volume was high, my brother

am i a beast? i used to brag about how one piercing stare of mine can scare the crap out of people's gut. not a minute ago my Amma said, "you're easy to deal with, until someone disturbs you." i am thankful for the realisation that this isn't something to be proud of. my friends say that they stay away from me, if they sense my at-the-verge rays radiating from me. maintaining limits with people and treating people rudely aren't the same. i can handle them with softness and still make them stand one step away from periphery. i have come to understand that cheerfulness and weird kindness are also my identities. so, i can shed this so-called terror or under-control version anytime, anywhere. i am not an animal. i can take no pride in being inhumane. it's smile that's dragging me forward, effortlessly and i'll hold its hand as long as i can; which is forever. implementation is must, HG. ___ i wrote this post and by mistake deleted it entirely; Lord is testing me-- TV volume was high, my brother

Kajori Parial

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Is an adventure in a way, With hearts opening up, uniting through the words, In pen and paper or Relying on the signals, ethereal. Like a spark of lightning the connection forms, Like the rains love pours, And like the soil two hearts nourish; A blooming future, Like the fragrant flowers. Love from faraway is underrated I believe, For a faraway love blooming, Syncs with nature's way of caring. 36(4)/365 Loving someone from faraway Is an adventure in a way, With hearts opening up, uniting through the words, In pen and paper or Relyi

Is an adventure in a way, With hearts opening up, uniting through the words, In pen and paper or Relying on the signals, ethereal. Like a spark of lightning the connection forms, Like the rains love pours, And like the soil two hearts nourish; A blooming future, Like the fragrant flowers. Love from faraway is underrated I believe, For a faraway love blooming, Syncs with nature's way of caring. 36(4)/365 Loving someone from faraway Is an adventure in a way, With hearts opening up, uniting through the words, In pen and paper or Relyi

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DEPRESSION //Read poem in caption// //An Acrostic Poem on Depression// Day by day, as your jovial, elated self fades with Emergence of solitude masked in revenge. Pain in you

DEPRESSION //Read poem in caption// //An Acrostic Poem on Depression// Day by day, as your jovial, elated self fades with Emergence of solitude masked in revenge. Pain in you

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The Butterfly (Struggles): A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Until it suddenly stopped making any progress and looked like it was stuck. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, although it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man didn’t think anything of it and sat there waiting for the wings to enlarge to support the butterfly. But that didn’t happen. The butterfly spent the rest of its life unable to fly, crawling around with tiny wings and a swollen body. Despite the kind heart of the man, he didn’t understand that the restricting cocoon and the struggle needed by the butterfly to get itself through the small opening; were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings. To prepare itself for flying once it was out of the cocoon. Moral of the story: Our struggles in life develop our strengths. Without struggles, we never grow and never get stronger, so it’s important for us to tackle challenges on our own, and not be relying on help from others. ©NR production (Nisha Ritesh) The Butterfly (Struggles): A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for sev

The Butterfly (Struggles): A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Until it suddenly stopped making any progress and looked like it was stuck. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, although it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man didn’t think anything of it and sat there waiting for the wings to enlarge to support the butterfly. But that didn’t happen. The butterfly spent the rest of its life unable to fly, crawling around with tiny wings and a swollen body. Despite the kind heart of the man, he didn’t understand that the restricting cocoon and the struggle needed by the butterfly to get itself through the small opening; were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings. To prepare itself for flying once it was out of the cocoon. Moral of the story: Our struggles in life develop our strengths. Without struggles, we never grow and never get stronger, so it’s important for us to tackle challenges on our own, and not be relying on help from others. ©NR production (Nisha Ritesh) The Butterfly (Struggles): A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for sev

Gaurav Kumar

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Hold my hand, I'm drowning in my sadness Hold my hand, I'm frightened of my emptiness Hold my hand, I'm loosing my happiness Hold my hand, I'm scared of myself . . . Hold my hand Will you? Topic : DEPRESSION Part 7 : Help I can understand that in those times, it becomes really hard to trust anyone and relying on them for your

Hold my hand, I'm drowning in my sadness Hold my hand, I'm frightened of my emptiness Hold my hand, I'm loosing my happiness Hold my hand, I'm scared of myself . . . Hold my hand Will you? Topic : DEPRESSION Part 7 : Help I can understand that in those times, it becomes really hard to trust anyone and relying on them for your

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Solitude is simply meeting with your self. (Read in caption) ©purvarth In learning to love you I must first love myself Before I get to know you I must first discover who I am Before I connect with you I mus

Solitude is simply meeting with your self. (Read in caption) ©purvarth In learning to love you I must first love myself Before I get to know you I must first discover who I am Before I connect with you I mus