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The most beautiful people you'll ever meet
aren't always the ones
who catch your eyes first.
The one you could talk with for many hours and still have a million things to ask.
The people who have mind so lovely and special, you can help but fall in love with them.
Where everyone was forcing her
to put "Mrs" before her name,
There she chose to put "Dr."
The sound “Shi” in Shiva fundamentally means power or energy. In the Indian way of life, we have always symbolised the feminine as power — Shakti. Somehow, the English language found the same word to describe the feminine as “She.”
“Shi” fundamentally means Shakthi or energy. But if you just go on doing too much “Shi,” it will take you off-balance. So “Va” in the mantra is added as a damper to slow it down and keep the balance. “Va” comes from “Vama” which means mastery.
So in the mantra Shi-va, one energises it and the other balances or takes control of it. Undirected energy is of no use, it could be destructive. So when we say “Shiva” we are talking about directing the energy in a certain...
Roses are red,
I need to write,
Instead I’m on Lettrs
All day and all night.
We go to the meadow
And bask in the sun
You tell me your dreams
And I’ll tell you one
Then into our dwelling
You lay the fire
Continue the telling
The sweet song anew
We turn to each other
It’s only us two
I look at you
And you look at me
A haven of solace
Is what we both see
Sometimes I think my words are depressed.
I once told them to go out and play — they instead burrowed under my skin, built a house of rotting letters.
At night, they make sounds high-pitched and pained.
At day, they exchange syllables, pretending everything is well.
Two kisses. One
for hello. One
for goodbye. We--
we won't lose the
Love u to the moon and never back
I was an absent muse
you were wrong
I was the poet
the naked wild one
never to be tamed
the defiant one
who gave you fame
the one with no name
जब चले जाएँगे हम लौट के सावन की तरह
याद आएँगे प्रथम प्यार के चुम्बन की तरह
Good morning world,
I am so much happy , got a beautiful gift from someone very special and m lovin it ..... yeyyyy yeh yeyyyy.....
मरना तो लाज़िम है इक दिन जी भर के अब जी तो लूँ
मरने से पहले मर जाना मेरे बस की बात नहीं...
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.
A wish for you on your birthday, whatever you ask may you receive, whatever you seek may you find, whatever you wish may it be fulfilled on your birthday and always. Happy birthday!”
“ Another adventure filled year awaits you. Welcome it by celebrating your birthday with pomp and splendor. Wishing you a very happy and fun-filled birthday!”
Where will I be tomorrow ?
A question ...
I know time will answer
For now it’s just me And canvas
& few stars which I willingly scatter
They meet on a hookup app. He sends her the same question he asks everyone else: "The world's ending tomorrow and only you know. Do you share the knowledge or keep it to yourself to prevent chaos?"
And she answers: "So you know, too."
Zindagi aksar rok kar kahti hai mujhe,
Tuje jana tha kidhar aur kidhar
Aa gayi hai....
ये भी शायद ज़िंदगी की इक अदा है दोस्तो
जिस को साथी मिल गया वो और तन्हा हो गया
Some people, no matter how good you are to them, no matter how much you give to them, will just stab you through the heart like you never meant shit to them.
"I hope that someday when I am gone, someone,
somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages
and thinks, "I would have loved her."
"Look Daddy, the sky is purple!" she exclaimed. "Yes, my love" he replied and handed her the crayon. 'History will not repeat itself. She will not give up the colours in her eyes just to be right for everyone else.' he promised himself.
Shikaayat aur to kuchh bhi nahin in aankhon se
Zara si baat pe paani bahut barasta hai
She wrote about him
never obscuring words
to describe him..
She wrote in-depth with
courage & passion
& in details after details
about their love affair..
She was absorbed by
all the memory she did
not want to forget..
I like people who get excited about the change of seasons,
the sound of the ocean,
watching a sunrise or sunset,
the smell of rain,
the sounds of a thunderstorm,
a walk on the beach,
kissing under the moonlight,
and a starry night.
I'm of those people.
The mystery of a woman lies in her sensuality. I take pride in
my feminine traits. I love black. I love lipstick.
I love pearls. I love curves on a woman. I love dresses.
A sensual woman is the best escape & emotional cure for a man
who's soul is distressed.