यादों का सफर‌ दिल के पास हे हर लम्हा जो बिता वो खास है। बचपन की गलियाँ दोस्ती के दिन दिल में बसा हे हर एक पल हसीन है। वो हँसी , वो बातें , अब्भी जवां हे यादों में जिंदा है वो पुराना जहाँ है। वक्त बदला मगर यादें वही हे दिल के कोने में छुपी जैसे कोई कहानी है। ©Manthan's_kalam #Nojoto #nojohindi #memories❤ #Memories #yaaden हिंदी कविता

#nojohindi #Memories❤ #Memories #yaaden हिंदी कविता

यादों का सफर‌ दिल के पास हे
हर लम्हा जो बिता वो खास है।

बचपन की गलियाँ दोस्ती के दिन
दिल में बसा हे हर एक पल हसीन है।

वो हँसी , वो बातें , अब्भी जवां हे
यादों में जिंदा है वो पुराना जहाँ है।

वक्त बदला मगर यादें वही हे
दिल के कोने में छुपी जैसे कोई कहानी है।

©Manthan's_kalam #Nojoto #nojohindi #memories❤ #Memories #yaaden हिंदी कविता

Shi.....ya

White sometimes happy memories hurts the most ©Shi.....ya #sad_qoute #Memories

#sad_qoute #Memories

vandana

Sweet memories

Tarannum Sana

#puraniyaadein #memoriesneverdie

*kridha*

White ,,We can't live in memories, but.......... memories live in us...,, ©Kridha.. #Memories #kridha

#Memories #kridha

Mohan Sardarshahari

Far beyond imagination close in thoughts every moment ©Mohan Sardarshahari memories

memories

twisha ray

White On rails of steel and thoughts entwined, Where echoes of the past and future grind, A journey’s path in twilight glows, Through valleys deep and shadowed snows. The rails hum softly with each breath, A symphony of life and death, Guiding dreams on tracks unseen, Through landscapes forged in silver sheen. In silent whispers, thoughts arise, As trains cut through the starlit skies, A dialogue of mind and might, In rhythmic pulses of the night. Each curve a twist of fate’s design, Each station marks a thought’s decline, Yet onward rolls the iron trail, A testament to heart’s prevail. So let the rails and musings blend, In motion where the journeys mend, For in their dance, a truth is spun, That paths and ponderings are one. Upon these iron veins we ride, With hearts that beat like wheels in stride, Through landscapes vast and dreams unspun, In pursuit of destinations won. The rails beneath, a silvered seam, Connect the waking world to dream, Where thoughts like shadows drift and wane, And hopes are forged on tracks of pain. Each clatter of the rolling steel Reveals what silent minds conceal, A cadence of our restless quest, Where doubts and certainties are pressed. Beneath the stars, above the dawn, We trace the lines that weaves us on, From station stops to endless scenes, Where fleeting moments stitch our dreams. In every turn, a choice is made, In every track, a path is laid, And though the journey’s end is near, The rails and thoughts are crystal clear. For in their union, life’s refrains, Are etched in iron, wrapped in chains, And through the tumult, calm prevails, As thought and steel converge on rails. ©twisha ray #railsofjourney #trnojo138 #memoriesforever

#railsofjourney #trnojo138 #memoriesforever

White On rails of steel and thoughts entwined,
Where echoes of the past and future grind,
A journey’s path in twilight glows,
Through valleys deep and shadowed snows.
The rails hum softly with each breath,
A symphony of life and death,
Guiding dreams on tracks unseen,
Through landscapes forged in silver sheen.
In silent whispers, thoughts arise,
As trains cut through the starlit skies,
A dialogue of mind and might,
In rhythmic pulses of the night.
Each curve a twist of fate’s design,
Each station marks a thought’s decline,
Yet onward rolls the iron trail,
A testament to heart’s prevail.
So let the rails and musings blend,
In motion where the journeys mend,
For in their dance, a truth is spun,
That paths and ponderings are one.
Upon these iron veins we ride,
With hearts that beat like wheels in stride,
Through landscapes vast and dreams unspun,
In pursuit of destinations won.
The rails beneath, a silvered seam,
Connect the waking world to dream,
Where thoughts like shadows drift and wane,
And hopes are forged on tracks of pain.
Each clatter of the rolling steel
Reveals what silent minds conceal,
A cadence of our restless quest,
Where doubts and certainties are pressed.
Beneath the stars, above the dawn,
We trace the lines that weaves us on,
From station stops to endless scenes,
Where fleeting moments stitch our dreams.
In every turn, a choice is made,
In every track, a path is laid,
And though the journey’s end is near,
The rails and thoughts are crystal clear.
For in their union, life’s refrains,
Are etched in iron, wrapped in chains,
And through the tumult, calm prevails,
As thought and steel converge on rails.

©twisha ray #railsofjourney
#trnojo138
#memoriesforever

Vaibhav Harsh Saxena

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