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Chandan Kumar
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Visiting the Grievance Policy section at the bottom of the MobiKwik home page Calling MobiKwik 0990-3477-719customer care at #Poetry
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The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up
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West/east I move in your direction East is where I travel I feel a great connection Your moon casts a spell I see you in my horizon I can see you so clear Where have you been hiding I will lose you I fear You slipped beyond my view And now you have left Disappeared too soon Beyond my vision to the west ©Schizology West/east #West #east #poem✍🧡🧡💛 love poetry in english
Kiran Chaudhary
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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
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In the golden haze of the 1990s, when days were long and summers endless, there existed a small corner store nestled between two maple trees with a sign that read "Jake's Corner." For the neighborhood kids, Jake's Corner was more than just a place to buy candy—it was a portal to a world of sweet adventures. Every afternoon, after school let out with a chorus of laughter and shouts, we would gather at Jake's Corner like clockwork. The bell above the door chimed cheerfully as we rushed in, greeted by rows upon rows of colorful candies that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was our candy wonderland. The shelves were lined with all the classics: gummy bears in every flavor imaginable, sour candies that made our tongues tingle, and chocolate bars wrapped in shiny foil that crinkled deliciously when opened. But amidst the familiar favorites, there were also treasures that seemed to beckon us with their novelty—a new bubblegum that turned your tongue blue or a mysterious lollipop shaped like an alien spaceship. Each of us had our own strategy for selecting the perfect candy. Some carefully calculated how many quarters they had saved, while others relied on the wisdom of the day's special offer. The excitement was palpable as we debated flavors and shared our discoveries with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Outside Jake's Corner, under the shade of those old maple trees, we would unwrap our treasures and trade candies like seasoned merchants. There were negotiations over who got the last piece of a coveted treat and agreements to swap our least favorites for something better. As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement, we would reluctantly bid farewell to Jake's Corner, our pockets lighter but our spirits soaring. With sticky fingers and happy hearts, we knew that tomorrow held the promise of another sweet adventure at our favorite corner store—the place where memories were made one candy at a time in the magical 90s. ©twisha ray Jake's corner #storyheart #trnojo44 #turningpoint
Jake's corner #storyheart #trnojo44 #turningpoint #Motivational
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