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White !! Shadow !! Apne sath koi nahi chalta 'parchhai' ke alawa. kaash koi apna hota jo kehh sakta hum hain na.. ©ʀᴏʏᴀʟ.यादववंशी. 🌟🌍 #shadowsofexpression #Shadow positive life quotes

White !! Shadow !! Apne sath koi nahi chalta 'parchhai' ke alawa. kaash koi apna hota jo kehh sakta hum hain na.. ©ʀᴏʏᴀʟ.यादववंशी. 🌟🌍 #shadowsofexpression #Shadow positive life quotes

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Misfortune is like a shadow of our hope keep smiling ©gopi kiran #Shadow

Misfortune is like a shadow of our hope keep smiling ©gopi kiran #Shadow

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The shadow I follow you, where ever you go Nothing you do is out of my sight Silently, I wait to give you a fright I am your shadow, I am your disease Nothing you do is out of my sight I will not leave, until day turns to night I see every move, I see every reaction Nothing you do is out of my sight When I surprise, you will take flight When you wake, and where you go When you look, I will always know You will become scared, and it shows You can not hide, I am your nightmare Don't try and run, I will always be there Just remember, to say your prayers ©Schizology The shadow #Shadow #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

The shadow I follow you, where ever you go Nothing you do is out of my sight Silently, I wait to give you a fright I am your shadow, I am your disease Nothing you do is out of my sight I will not leave, until day turns to night I see every move, I see every reaction Nothing you do is out of my sight When I surprise, you will take flight When you wake, and where you go When you look, I will always know You will become scared, and it shows You can not hide, I am your nightmare Don't try and run, I will always be there Just remember, to say your prayers ©Schizology The shadow #Shadow #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciation and recognition, pelf and power, I lost myself somewhere. Caught in between dreams and dramas, the real me and my endless desires, struggle for a place under the sun and a go at the moon, I failed to recognise myself and my love. Remained engrossed in me, in my comforts and amenities of life. WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the digital world became my love and passion, forcing relationships, feelings and touch of humanity to silently wither. With a cell phone in my heart and mind became a servant of my changing needs, forgetting all those who loved me. Looked at none, listened to none. All that I needed was only an internet connection. I more interacted with a cell phone rather than with human faces. Travelled in the air, talked over the telephone. For me, nothing mattered except money, power and recognition. Missed that delicate human touch all along Roamed here and there in a colourful world where there was nothing except accolades and applause, dreams, fancies and idiocies. Ran away from life and its beauty, from love, family and friendship, from all that I once loved and relished, only to find me in a no man's world caught in an ocean of shattered dreams and desires with none accompanying me. With nowhere the shore in vision I worked out the mathematics of life. What I achieved, everybody knows, what I lost, I only know. I lost those beautiful days, nature and her beautiful murmur, the cool moon and bright sunshine, the first shower and smell of moist earth, the love and shadow of my parents, the looks and longing of my beloved, her love and tears, petty wishes and trifling demands, the sweet smiles and the company of my kids, their desire to have a bit of my time. no one, nothing waited for me, neither the blooming and craving of my beloved nor my kid's naughty looks and early childhood. Time flew by and I lost all those moments Which could have been mine. Running away from my own I only landed myself in a pseudo world with empty coffers with no one with me to share my spoil, agony and distress. Looking back there was nothing except the crowded lane that led me to my coffin. By the time I realised, the machine had a heart, life had lost its rhythm and rhyme The grey hairs of my kids were mocking t me and the lady sitting on a chair on the wheel with wrinkles all over greeted me with a faint smile. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciatio

White A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciation and recognition, pelf and power, I lost myself somewhere. Caught in between dreams and dramas, the real me and my endless desires, struggle for a place under the sun and a go at the moon, I failed to recognise myself and my love. Remained engrossed in me, in my comforts and amenities of life. WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the digital world became my love and passion, forcing relationships, feelings and touch of humanity to silently wither. With a cell phone in my heart and mind became a servant of my changing needs, forgetting all those who loved me. Looked at none, listened to none. All that I needed was only an internet connection. I more interacted with a cell phone rather than with human faces. Travelled in the air, talked over the telephone. For me, nothing mattered except money, power and recognition. Missed that delicate human touch all along Roamed here and there in a colourful world where there was nothing except accolades and applause, dreams, fancies and idiocies. Ran away from life and its beauty, from love, family and friendship, from all that I once loved and relished, only to find me in a no man's world caught in an ocean of shattered dreams and desires with none accompanying me. With nowhere the shore in vision I worked out the mathematics of life. What I achieved, everybody knows, what I lost, I only know. I lost those beautiful days, nature and her beautiful murmur, the cool moon and bright sunshine, the first shower and smell of moist earth, the love and shadow of my parents, the looks and longing of my beloved, her love and tears, petty wishes and trifling demands, the sweet smiles and the company of my kids, their desire to have a bit of my time. no one, nothing waited for me, neither the blooming and craving of my beloved nor my kid's naughty looks and early childhood. Time flew by and I lost all those moments Which could have been mine. Running away from my own I only landed myself in a pseudo world with empty coffers with no one with me to share my spoil, agony and distress. Looking back there was nothing except the crowded lane that led me to my coffin. By the time I realised, the machine had a heart, life had lost its rhythm and rhyme The grey hairs of my kids were mocking t me and the lady sitting on a chair on the wheel with wrinkles all over greeted me with a faint smile. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning A LOOK AT LIFE-61 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WITH A CELL PHONE IN MY HEART AND MIND Seeking laurels and accolades, appreciatio

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In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend, A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend. Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom, Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room. A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud, Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds. Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight, Against the unseen fears that haunt the night. Memories dance like phantoms on the wall, Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall. Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace, Painting despair on a once hopeful face. Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains, A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains. For even the night, with its deepest woe, Holds the promise of dawn's gentle glow. So as shadows linger and sorrows entwine, Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine. In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain, For dawn will break, and heal the heart's pain. In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend, A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend. Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom, Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room. A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud, Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds. Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight, Against the unseen fears that haunt the night. Memories dance like phantoms on the wall, Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall. Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace, Painting despair on a once hopeful face. Each shadow stretches, an endless expanse, Drowning the heart in its haunting trance. Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains, A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains. The night, though cruel, holds secrets untold, Of resilience and courage, fierce and bold. For even in silence, where nightmares reside, Hope can emerge from the depths of the tide. Dreams, though fractured, still find their way, In the quiet resolve of the break of day. And as shadows linger and sorrows entwine, Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine. The night’s heavy shroud will eventually wane, With dawn’s first light, healing the pain. In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain, For the promise of morning will soothe the refrain. ©twisha ray Blending shadow #trnojo138 #shadowsofexpression #thoughfulness

In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend, A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend. Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom, Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room. A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud, Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds. Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight, Against the unseen fears that haunt the night. Memories dance like phantoms on the wall, Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall. Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace, Painting despair on a once hopeful face. Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains, A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains. For even the night, with its deepest woe, Holds the promise of dawn's gentle glow. So as shadows linger and sorrows entwine, Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine. In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain, For dawn will break, and heal the heart's pain. In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend, A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend. Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom, Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room. A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud, Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds. Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight, Against the unseen fears that haunt the night. Memories dance like phantoms on the wall, Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall. Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace, Painting despair on a once hopeful face. Each shadow stretches, an endless expanse, Drowning the heart in its haunting trance. Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains, A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains. The night, though cruel, holds secrets untold, Of resilience and courage, fierce and bold. For even in silence, where nightmares reside, Hope can emerge from the depths of the tide. Dreams, though fractured, still find their way, In the quiet resolve of the break of day. And as shadows linger and sorrows entwine, Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine. The night’s heavy shroud will eventually wane, With dawn’s first light, healing the pain. In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain, For the promise of morning will soothe the refrain. ©twisha ray Blending shadow #trnojo138 #shadowsofexpression #thoughfulness

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बारिश के बाद छप्पर से टपकती बूंदे क्या लगता है ! इश्क का एहसास सिर्फ इंसान को होता है महसूस करो इन बूंदों को दर्द इन्हे भी होता है ©Error #Shadow