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Hidayath chahte jo hy
Unhein hi milti hy.
©akthari
akthari
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akthari
7w
Cook is the best,
Knife is best
To cut, To
make,
Make a dish
And enjoy the
kitchen duty.
©akthari -
Believe
Achieve
success is Okay.,
But In the way of
Business
B, A, S is Change,
Be A, Successful
Thinker first.
©akthari -
akthari
9w
He is the one,
Is the nice one
in my opinion
is just one introduction
for all my question.
©akthari -
Pocha us ne
Kia hy khaas, tum mein
Myne kaha, us se
Kia kuch nahi, lekin
Mana hy rehmat hy milna
Apka.
©akthari -
akthari
9w
Zindagi , mein paana hr cheez,
Lekin kisi ki feelings se kabhi
Nahi khelna.
©akthari -
School Memories.
One day my teacher asked me,
Why you are the best
You know, this
I said yes is all about practice
Whenever you said to come with
learning and write than I had always
Practised this and this practice
Gave me the best girl title.
©akthari -
Narazgi uski hai ke hum
baatein nahi kerte,
myne kaha , waqt ki
saazish hai, kabhi hum
baat nahi kerte , kabhi
tum baat nahi kerte.
©akthari -
akthari
11w
"Tum Ache lgte ho"
jb hi baatein huwi
naam se tumhare milei,
hr baar yahi,raahatein,
kaha dilne bhi,.
Tum Ache lgte ho.
©akthari -
Waqt hi hy , guzer jaega
Krke bharosa khud per aage
Hi chalieyega.
©akthari
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The past is still in our hands
Remember, the world of stars we created?
Now they only reside in our imagination.
The lane of memories of ours and
the lane of loved ones we loved.
Seems just like the ones from yesterday.
But it's already end of the road.
©shadowofthoughts_ -
animeshjaiswal
56w
Read More8 Years Of Aashiqui 2 ❣️
This type of movie will never be made again ��
�� Rahul Jayker �� Arohi Keshav Shirke ��
�� Evergreen ��
#8YearsOfAashiqui2
#Mirakee #Pod
#Aashiqui2 #Aashiqui
#AnimeshJaiswalAashiqui
Sirf Uska Hokar Reh Jaana
Thodi Na Aashiqui Hai
Sirf Usko Palkon Pe Baitha Kar Rakhna
Aashiqui Nahin
Har Kadam Saath Chalna Aashiqui Hai
Uske Har Khawab Ko Haqeeqat Mein Badalna
Aashiqui Hai
Sirf Haath Mein Haath Daal Kar Saath Chalna Aashiqui Nahin
Ek Dushre Ko Jaan Kar Ek Dushre Mein Bas Jaana Aashiqui Hai
Animesh Jaiswal
©animeshjaiswal -
Phoenix will see me rise,
dodging uncertain calamity;
setting one foot on setbacks
and the other on gravity.
©shreyah || 28-07-21 -
chitra0831
43w
These days I write a lot
Because I talk very less...
©chitrakarthikeyan -
Song of nature
In a frosty wintry morning
when the land envelopes
into a mystery,
with mist playing
hide and seek amongst
the verdurous greens,
and the cantankerous
call of the winter birds
flying hither and thither;
Then the komorebi calls.
The phantasmagorical show
and the wabi-sabi enchants,
captivates beyond senses,
Eclipsing perception.
©kanungoswati -
mr_coolsj
49w
Read MoreHEART IS STILL WON BY THE HEART ♡
रूहानी फिजाओं का इशारा समझो
चांद का धरती पर आना समझो ��
तारों का टूटना महज़ इतफाक नहीं
किसी की wish कबूल होना समझो ��
Mirakee ko insta ��
Mujhe dost or bakiyo ko apna bhai smjho ��
#HaPpY_suNdaY_to_aLl �� :)
काल्पनिकDon'T tReat mE liKe A kinG
TrEat Me... LiKe I am thE only onE ,
whO deServes yoUr heaRt anD souL.
©mr_coolsj -
consequences
46w
Read More"And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars
And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words"
-- Taylor Swift, You are in love.
You have shackled yourself in boundaries you never observed. You are spending your entire lifetime in a cage, and when you would notice all of it, the film would have come to an end.
#combination #cage #childhood? #honestgrannyC-aged
I cradle my broken childhood
singing a medley of mysteries
about a roseate ceramic glass
which was dropped by my uncle
and was readily hidden from the
world with alliterating allegories;
and when it understood that I
was the glass, another elegy
caged to stagnance was born
out of miserable denials and woe.
~Explicit endings of an eight-year old~
Sufferings are soft taps of life
which are chicaneries distancing
soul's collocations with beginnings,
and when I told my grandpa that
changes are never constant but
are actually living corpses within,
he smiled and gave me a pen,
only to say that my life was a
sixteen-autumns old oxymoron,
and this time, I saw shackled forces.
~Summaries of a sunken stripling~
The storm and thunder stirring
inside my heart filled with bruises
were ravages damaging my own
self, and when I realised that
the pen was meant to ooze
out the reds and the dreads, it
took a few minutes to forget
the world through requiems,
and the expenses were worth
the calms, but at the end,
cages were more than just
rows of bars; chained emotions
in unknown jails are hurtful.
~Apathetic agonies of a stable adult~
©consequences -- 07/07/21
