Iss matlab bhari duniya mei;  Mujhe mera be- matlabi hona acha lagta hai. kya hua jo koi apna nhi, magar mujhe har ek ko apna samjhna acha lagta hai. Koi samjhe ya   आणखी वाचा...
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Matlabi duniya
Fifteen years ago we met there was no time to fall in love, You held my hand and helped me grow to know myself and find out more. Now, when I think back these 15 y  आणखी वाचा...
54 1 लाइक
Happy Anniversary
Every treacherous fibre of me Weaves a pattern of you Adorning my sleepless nights With photoframes of memories  And I am often reminiscing of The way strands of yo  आणखी वाचा...
53 0 लाइक
Photo frames of Love Memories
By Arpita Roy in Poetry
Blinking hymns Deserted boulevard Little impervious rain As the bird wandered ahead  Orpheus as the thinking psyche A little bit nervous, Sacred the soul but scared  आणखी वाचा...
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Flickering Devotion.
Isn't it tragic -- The feeling  Of being a foreigner In one's own body? As if you don't own it - He does. As if you can't control how it shivers at your own touch -  आणखी वाचा...
53 0 लाइक
Not our souls
On days like these when nothing is wrong and anything isn't fine either,I so wish to have someone to whom I could speak nothing but my silence would be the best spea  आणखी वाचा...
53 1 लाइक
On Days Like These...
                                                                             Today! The  आणखी वाचा...
53 0 लाइक
BELIEVE AND ACHIEVE
When I first met you,I was at the crossroads,stuck between falling backinto a shattered worldand finding a reason to breathe.I chose to breathe.I chose your hand.I n  आणखी वाचा...
53 1 लाइक
You are the disease as well as cure
I wish that we wouldn't have ever met.. I wish that  I wouldn't have accepted your request.. I wish that we wouldn't have been friends.. I wish that I wouldn't have  आणखी वाचा...
53 1 लाइक
I wish
By Sheetal in Stories
                                  To arrive at forgiveness, one has to pass through four stages:- The first is the stage of hurt.  आणखी वाचा...
53 0 लाइक
Hatred Is Self-Destructive
The crooked branches tell us tales Of scorching heat And windful winter Unyielding trunk and scathed leafs. Willfully pouring over the sense of resistance Sitting un  आणखी वाचा...
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The grey pallor
I was lost in the darkest Alley. I called for help but  No one could lend their Heart to hear my cry, my call. I cried and slept and woke with A gentle touch of wa  आणखी वाचा...
53 0 लाइक
My True Friend
Kuch yun khud ka hi khasara kr liya, Mohabbat mei khud ko bechara kr liya.. Tune jo kha ki mei saharha hu tera, Tabse khud ko besahrha kr liya.. Iss duniya ki bheed   आणखी वाचा...
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Mohabbat❤️
By kaushambi Singh in Poetry
                                                                                    आणखी वाचा...
52 0 लाइक
SELF ENQUIRY
A songbird humming at the window Inviting the falling stars to the bed, Where I slept Dreaming the elegance of angelic The grin on my face Celebrating the dawn of m  आणखी वाचा...
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Humming dream!