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Jagjeet Singh Jaggi... ख़्वाबगाह...!

Whose guitar is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. From the far distance To which stance my throat sores. He gives his guitar a shake, And sobs until the tears it make . The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The guitar is tall, smart and deep, But he has promises to keep, Until then he shall not . He lies in bed with ducts that weep. He rises from his bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in his head, He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread. My lonely guitarist Always far from being artist, Plays the smart guitar In the most bizarre bleep. ©Jagjeet Singh Jaggi... ख़्वाबगाह...! #Guitar

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twisha ray

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart

The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 Broken💔Heart #Love

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SHIVJOT NEW SONG "KYLIE" Music aman hayer ©songsrecords2.0 #Guitar Kylie shivjot

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Ankitha

Life without Happiness Is Like a Guitar Without Strings ©Ankitha #Guitar#

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AP APOORV SUFI

Jab tumhe galat kehne wale aa jaaye, Tab samajh lena wo khud se jyada tum par dhyan de rhe hai... ©AP APOORV SUFI #Guitar #apapoorvsufi #Quotes #Life #Ha #Enjoy #English #Nojoto #story

#Guitar #apapoorvsufi #Quotes #Life #Ha #Enjoy #English #story

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Aditya

मैं तन्हाइयों में शौक से रहता हूं ।। मैं तुम जैसों का मोहताज नहीं ।। ©Aditya Jha Mai tanhaiyon me shauk se rhta hu❤️✍️ #mylife #Life #Nojoto #lifestyle #LifeStory

Mai tanhaiyon me shauk se rhta hu❤️✍️ #mylife Life #lifestyle #LifeStory #Thoughts

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Doyir

Sangeet- tu meri khaas thi Ehsaas-e-beya bhi tujhi se thi Kushi mai, gham mai Bhavnaao ke samandar mai Sukoon ke nouka pr bithakr Karta tu naiyaa paar tha. Aajkal na jane Q Teri dosti utni bhaati nahi Ek tu hi tha lauta yaar mera Tu dard ke alava kuch de jaati nahi Sochta hu duur ho jaoun kabhi Dosti aisi ki chori jaati nahi. Abh yeh dard bhi meetha sa lagta hai Teri badolat dard bina Zindagi fiika sa lagta hai. ©Doyir #Guitar #friendship_with_music #music_lover #pain #love #melody

#Guitar #friendship_with_music #music_lover #Pain love #Melody #Poetry

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it's eqra

music is the hidden language of soul ©it's eqra #Guitar

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Aditya

Teri veeran pdi zindagi me ek baar firse... Roshni aa gyi.. Zindagi ki teri sari uljhane ab.. khatm si ho gyi.. Tere chehre pe mere zikra se he... Muskurahat jhalakane lagi.. Teri khushboo meri khushboo se milne lagi.. Tuu Sita si Pavitra Radha si Premika ho gyi.. Mere Ishq mein Jaana... Tu bin pheron k suhagan hogyi.. Na Laal vastra ko pehna tumne.. Na koi Sutra mere naam ka gale me bandhwaya... Fir v sare bandhano se uthkar ab.. Meri Nari hogyi... Shuru din aur raat ki zindagi bhar ki ek.. Haseen kahani hogyi.. Aur mera Prem ab.. Sapna k haqeeqat ki likhawat ho gyi.. Mere Ishq mein Jana.. Tu bin pheron k suhagan hogyi.. ©Aditya #Guitar

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Aditya

Sometimes falling can be a new beginning too❤️ ©Aditya #Guitar

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