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I was wandering around

Perspiring hard and all drained

I saw a river of bliss

And climbed few mountains of sorrow

At times my eyes twinkled

And my feet got wings

But it was not same all through the way

Someone stole my wings

And I cried my heart out

I wanted to sleep forever

Then something inside gave me vigor

I stood up again and brushed my spirit hard

I painted my dreams vividly

And started the walk again

The light of sun lit my way

And stars of life gave me valor

I ran through deserts and fought with foe

I stood thunders and washed my sorrows


Thus I continued my hunt for pieces of life …​
 
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Shweta jee yea Dhaka tey easay na hoya kartey.

Nice one but its not for Jats like Dhaka's.......

Really good one, Thanks for sharing.


shwetadhaka said:
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I was wandering around

Perspiring hard and all drained

I saw a river of bliss

And climbed few mountains of sorrow

At times my eyes twinkled

And my feet got wings

But it was not same all through the way

Someone stole my wings

And I cried my heart out

I wanted to sleep forever

Then something inside gave me vigor

I stood up again and brushed my spirit hard

I painted my dreams vividly

And started the walk again

The light of sun lit my way

And stars of life gave me valor

I ran through deserts and fought with foe ​

I stood thunders and washed my sorrows​



Thus I continued my hunt for pieces of life …​
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A Nice Story about Love

A Nice Article about Love - by Swami Vivekananda

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me.
Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."

This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.
This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .
For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.
Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.
It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."
Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....http://funlok.com/index.php/story/a-nice-story-about-love.html_
by Swami Vivekananda
Life is beautiful
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Some new pieces....

लम्हे बीत गए पर ज़िन्दगी खड़ी है अब भी वहीँ
पर ऐसी कुछ बातें न समझी न बताई हैं जाती

बरसो से इसी सड़क पे नज़रें बिछाए खड़े हैं हम
तू यहीं छोड़ के गया था ये बात अब भी भुलाई नही जाती

छू पाना तो दूर दीदार तक तेरा मयस्सर नही
अरसे हुए ज़िन्दगी की महफिल में शमा अब जलाई नही जाती

वो तो तेरे किसी मोड़ पे मिल जाने की जुस्तजू थी
वरना इस जिंदा कब्र की दास्तां तुम्हे यू सुनाई नही जाती
 
Its realy nice to see so much talented people

Sweta seeing your pervious post ........u gotta trmendous potential.......devlop it

Really good on ......keep it up











shwetadhaka said:
लम्हे बीत गए पर ज़िन्दगी खड़ी है अब भी वहीँ
पर ऐसी कुछ बातें न समझी न बताई हैं जाती

बरसो से इसी सड़क पे नज़रें बिछाए खड़े हैं हम
तू यहीं छोड़ के गया था ये बात अब भी भुलाई नही जाती

छू पाना तो दूर दीदार तक तेरा मयस्सर नही
अरसे हुए ज़िन्दगी की महफिल में शमा अब जलाई नही जाती

वो तो तेरे किसी मोड़ पे मिल जाने की जुस्तजू थी
वरना इस जिंदा कब्र की दास्तां तुम्हे यू सुनाई नही जाती
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Some pieces of life are burning ….
 I set them at fire myself
They were weary and brought me pain

Few pieces of life are shining ….
 I painted them myself
 They are bubbly and sing for me songs

Some pieces of life are stagnant …
 I didn’t want them to be there
 They are dull and make me sad

Few pieces of life are colored …
 I enjoy their companionship
They make me move and go on
 
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