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Aniket Bodhane

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White Follow @theink04 for more hindi poetry ©Aniket Bodhane THEINK04 On Instagram #theink04 #UNIQUE #View #sad #Relatable #lonliness Kalki hindi poetry on life sad poetry

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Sandeep L Guru

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White गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) गणपति बप्पा मोरया, घर-घर में आए, सुख, समृद्धि और शांति के दीप जलाए। मिट्टी के इस देवता का ऐसा प्रताप, हर मन में बसता उसका अलौकिक स्वभाव। धूमधाम से स्वागत, ढोल-नगाड़ों की थाप, मन करता है झूमे, छोड़कर हर पाप। विघ्नहर्ता, तुम हो संजीवनी का दान, जीवन में भरते हो प्रेम और सम्मान। ©Sandeep L Guru गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) #sandeeplguru #viral #Nojoto #Google #Poetry #latest #UNIQUE #Ganesh_chaturthi hindi poetry on life poetry lovers poetry on love poetry in hindi

White गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) गणपति बप्पा मोरया, घर-घर में आए, सुख, समृद्धि और शांति के दीप जलाए। मिट्टी के इस देवता का ऐसा प्रताप, हर मन में बसता उसका अलौकिक स्वभाव। धूमधाम से स्वागत, ढोल-नगाड़ों की थाप, मन करता है झूमे, छोड़कर हर पाप। विघ्नहर्ता, तुम हो संजीवनी का दान, जीवन में भरते हो प्रेम और सम्मान। ©Sandeep L Guru गणपति बप्पा मोरया (एक नवीन कविता) #sandeeplguru #viral #Nojoto #Google #Poetry #latest #UNIQUE #Ganesh_chaturthi hindi poetry on life poetry lovers poetry on love poetry in hindi

Prince Martin

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White Shadows of the Past In the quiet confines of Clara's attic, memories of lost love lingered like shadows, haunting her every thought and tugging at her broken heart. The moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a ghostly glow on the forgotten trinkets and faded photographs that adorned the room. Among the relics of a love long gone, Clara found herself entangled in a web of bittersweet nostalgia, her heart heavy with the weight of lonesome memories. She traced the outline of a weathered photograph resting on an old wooden chest, her fingers trembling with emotion as she gazed into the eyes of the man who once held her heart. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but the ache of loss remained fresh and raw, a festering wound that refused to heal. The echoes of whispered promises and tender moments filled the empty space, a cruel reminder of what once was and what could never be again. Clara's voice, tinged with sorrow, whispered into the stillness of the night, confessing the depths of her pain and longing. “I once had love, but now I've only got lonesome memories,” she confessed to the shadowy figures that danced in the moonlight. “You were my greatest possession, my everything, but now you exist only in my memories. In this world of emptiness and regret, I find myself clutching onto fragments of a past that was shattered by the cruel hands of fate.” As the night wore on, Clara was consumed by the haunting specters of what once was, trapped in a cycle of yearning and regret. The first love, they say, is the worst when it comes to a broken heart, and Clara knew the truth of those words all too well. The shadows of the past loomed large, casting a pall over her fragile heart and leaving her adrift in a sea of memories that threatened to drown her in sorrow. In the attic of her solitude, Clara wept for what was lost, for the love that slipped through her fingers like grains of sand, for the lonesome memories that haunted her every waking moment. The moon hung high in the sky, bearing witness to her silent pain, a silent companion in her journey through the depths of a heartbroken soul. And as the night waned and the first light of dawn began to break through the darkness, Clara found herself alone in her grief, a prisoner of the shadows of the past that clung to her like a second skin. The moon, indifferent to her suffering, cast its cold light upon her, a cruel reminder of the love that was lost and the lonesome memories that would forever linger in her soul. ©Prince Martin #Moon #story #UNIQUE #Universe #storyofheart #Love

White Shadows of the Past In the quiet confines of Clara's attic, memories of lost love lingered like shadows, haunting her every thought and tugging at her broken heart. The moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a ghostly glow on the forgotten trinkets and faded photographs that adorned the room. Among the relics of a love long gone, Clara found herself entangled in a web of bittersweet nostalgia, her heart heavy with the weight of lonesome memories. She traced the outline of a weathered photograph resting on an old wooden chest, her fingers trembling with emotion as she gazed into the eyes of the man who once held her heart. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but the ache of loss remained fresh and raw, a festering wound that refused to heal. The echoes of whispered promises and tender moments filled the empty space, a cruel reminder of what once was and what could never be again. Clara's voice, tinged with sorrow, whispered into the stillness of the night, confessing the depths of her pain and longing. “I once had love, but now I've only got lonesome memories,” she confessed to the shadowy figures that danced in the moonlight. “You were my greatest possession, my everything, but now you exist only in my memories. In this world of emptiness and regret, I find myself clutching onto fragments of a past that was shattered by the cruel hands of fate.” As the night wore on, Clara was consumed by the haunting specters of what once was, trapped in a cycle of yearning and regret. The first love, they say, is the worst when it comes to a broken heart, and Clara knew the truth of those words all too well. The shadows of the past loomed large, casting a pall over her fragile heart and leaving her adrift in a sea of memories that threatened to drown her in sorrow. In the attic of her solitude, Clara wept for what was lost, for the love that slipped through her fingers like grains of sand, for the lonesome memories that haunted her every waking moment. The moon hung high in the sky, bearing witness to her silent pain, a silent companion in her journey through the depths of a heartbroken soul. And as the night waned and the first light of dawn began to break through the darkness, Clara found herself alone in her grief, a prisoner of the shadows of the past that clung to her like a second skin. The moon, indifferent to her suffering, cast its cold light upon her, a cruel reminder of the love that was lost and the lonesome memories that would forever linger in her soul. ©Prince Martin #Moon #story #UNIQUE #Universe #storyofheart #Love

Prince Martin

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White Beyond the storyverse Martin is a writer, residing in the hearts of the North eastern state of Nagaland, he is obsessed with creating fictional stories and characters. He doesn't like real life, he prefers to stay in his own world. A world of fantasy and imagination. After a while, he starts to wonder what would happen if his characters came to life. He started writing stories every week to fill the pages of his book that he never intended to publish and he named the book The story verse. Suddenly, his characters started to appear in the real world one by one, and soon the characters realized they were not real. Martin coincidentally met one female character of his story and because of Martin she realized her existence is nothing but an entire book of fictional narratives and he had to deal with the consequences of his writings. He doesn't understand how or why this happened, but he realizes that his world is changing in unimaginable ways. Martin is the key to solve all those problems but he doesn't know about his role yet in this story ©Prince Martin #City #Martin #UNIQUE #Universe #story #Quote

White Beyond the storyverse Martin is a writer, residing in the hearts of the North eastern state of Nagaland, he is obsessed with creating fictional stories and characters. He doesn't like real life, he prefers to stay in his own world. A world of fantasy and imagination. After a while, he starts to wonder what would happen if his characters came to life. He started writing stories every week to fill the pages of his book that he never intended to publish and he named the book The story verse. Suddenly, his characters started to appear in the real world one by one, and soon the characters realized they were not real. Martin coincidentally met one female character of his story and because of Martin she realized her existence is nothing but an entire book of fictional narratives and he had to deal with the consequences of his writings. He doesn't understand how or why this happened, but he realizes that his world is changing in unimaginable ways. Martin is the key to solve all those problems but he doesn't know about his role yet in this story ©Prince Martin #City #Martin #UNIQUE #Universe #story #Quote

puja udeshi

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ratro is a style, किसी की भी हो सकती हैं गाड़ी, इंसान, फैशन, ये ट्रेंड तब शुरू होता हैं जब कोई unique बन जाए, किसी के नाम के आगे ratro लगा दो और famous हो जाओ, इस नाम से फिल्मे भी बनी हैं, ratro से metro हो गया हमारी ट्रैन 😂 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻😛😵‍💫🤪🤷🏼‍♀️ ©PФФJД ЦDΞSHI #retro #pujaudeshi #UNIQUE Jashvant Niaz (Harf) Munni Anshu writer Ravi vibhute Arshad Siddiqui PURAN SING‌H CHILWAL Sethi Ji Sunita Pathania Kirti Pandey Internet Jockey Maaahi.. narendra bhakuni Anil Ray SIDDHARTH.SHENDE.sid

ratro is a style, किसी की भी हो सकती हैं गाड़ी, इंसान, फैशन, ये ट्रेंड तब शुरू होता हैं जब कोई unique बन जाए, किसी के नाम के आगे ratro लगा दो और famous हो जाओ, इस नाम से फिल्मे भी बनी हैं, ratro से metro हो गया हमारी ट्रैन 😂 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻😛😵‍💫🤪🤷🏼‍♀️ ©PФФJД ЦDΞSHI #retro #pujaudeshi #UNIQUE Jashvant Niaz (Harf) Munni Anshu writer Ravi vibhute Arshad Siddiqui PURAN SING‌H CHILWAL Sethi Ji Sunita Pathania Kirti Pandey Internet Jockey Maaahi.. narendra bhakuni Anil Ray SIDDHARTH.SHENDE.sid

Schizology

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Unique Something different Rare and unique Not of the ordinary Beautiful technique Unusual and complex Forward and blunt Straight, right to the point You have me stunned Interesting and smart I'm curiously learning Not for the weak at heart Now have me yearning Excited but cautious Eager yet careful Like the turtle said Go at a slow level Very strong minded Intelligent opinions Intimidating at times Intriguing propositions ©Schizology Unique #UNIQUE #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Unique Something different Rare and unique Not of the ordinary Beautiful technique Unusual and complex Forward and blunt Straight, right to the point You have me stunned Interesting and smart I'm curiously learning Not for the weak at heart Now have me yearning Excited but cautious Eager yet careful Like the turtle said Go at a slow level Very strong minded Intelligent opinions Intimidating at times Intriguing propositions ©Schizology Unique #UNIQUE #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛