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Hiii Dear... कैसे हों ? आज हर बार कि तरह इस बार भी दुआ - ए - इश्क के साथ तुमसे कहना हैं कुछ ... मुंतजिर हूं हमारे इश्क़ बुलावे का ,जिसकी ख्वाईश दोनों ने की थी । और अब यकीं आ रहा दिल के समंदर के तह पे उस उम्मीद भरी एहसास पे , जो अब भी तुम्हारे नाम से पुलकित होती है । इस थकान भरी सफर में तुम्हारी चेहरे की वो मुस्कान है ना,वो इस थकान की मिठास है , इसे हमेशा ऐसे ही रहने देना । जब से इन आंखों को तुम दिखे हो ,इस्तेकबाल में बैठी है । खैर तुम्हारा वजूद ही काफी है हमारी खुशियों के लिए। चांद को जमीं पे लाने वाले इस समाज पे मुझे तुम्हारा दवा लाना ही पसंद है। हवाओं महल से तारुख रखने वालो के बीच तुम्हारा ,मेरी तकलीफ़ बांट लेना ही सब कुछ है मेरे लिए। इस शहर की हवाओं ने खैरियत मांगी है तुम्हारी । जवाब तुम्हारा होगा। अरे हां! ख्याल रखना अपना ,किसी के मुस्कुराहट की वजह हो तुम।। तुम्हारे इंतजार में.. तुम्हारी .... ©Meantime Morjana 0808 letter 💌 for .... love poetry in hindi hindi poetry

Hiii Dear... कैसे हों ? आज हर बार कि तरह इस बार भी दुआ - ए - इश्क के साथ तुमसे कहना हैं कुछ ... मुंतजिर हूं हमारे इश्क़ बुलावे का ,जिसकी ख्वाईश दोनों ने की थी । और अब यकीं आ रहा दिल के समंदर के तह पे उस उम्मीद भरी एहसास पे , जो अब भी तुम्हारे नाम से पुलकित होती है । इस थकान भरी सफर में तुम्हारी चेहरे की वो मुस्कान है ना,वो इस थकान की मिठास है , इसे हमेशा ऐसे ही रहने देना । जब से इन आंखों को तुम दिखे हो ,इस्तेकबाल में बैठी है । खैर तुम्हारा वजूद ही काफी है हमारी खुशियों के लिए। चांद को जमीं पे लाने वाले इस समाज पे मुझे तुम्हारा दवा लाना ही पसंद है। हवाओं महल से तारुख रखने वालो के बीच तुम्हारा ,मेरी तकलीफ़ बांट लेना ही सब कुछ है मेरे लिए। इस शहर की हवाओं ने खैरियत मांगी है तुम्हारी । जवाब तुम्हारा होगा। अरे हां! ख्याल रखना अपना ,किसी के मुस्कुराहट की वजह हो तुम।। तुम्हारे इंतजार में.. तुम्हारी .... ©Meantime Morjana 0808 letter 💌 for .... love poetry in hindi hindi poetry

twisha ray

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Dear Sushoryan Mukharis, After eleven years, I look back at our shared moments with a mix of nostalgia and clarity. You’re now a father, and it’s evident you’ve moved forward. I’ve come to understand that true love is rare, and it seems karma plays a role in our lives. I wonder why you caused me pain—was it truly worth it? Though I can’t return to who I was in 2015 and 2016, I remain dedicated to my work and to the well-being of others. Love, in its truest form, is unconditional, and I still wish you well. As for the little things—I’ve developed a dislike for silk chocolate, biryani with potatoes, and chocolate ice cream. These are just remnants of our past, which, despite everything, hold a special place in my memories. Take care, Be safe Sincerely, Tashira Renay ©twisha ray A letter I wish to send to God because some people will read as fictional story so the name is but let it be lesson for other #trnojo165 #

Dear Sushoryan Mukharis, After eleven years, I look back at our shared moments with a mix of nostalgia and clarity. You’re now a father, and it’s evident you’ve moved forward. I’ve come to understand that true love is rare, and it seems karma plays a role in our lives. I wonder why you caused me pain—was it truly worth it? Though I can’t return to who I was in 2015 and 2016, I remain dedicated to my work and to the well-being of others. Love, in its truest form, is unconditional, and I still wish you well. As for the little things—I’ve developed a dislike for silk chocolate, biryani with potatoes, and chocolate ice cream. These are just remnants of our past, which, despite everything, hold a special place in my memories. Take care, Be safe Sincerely, Tashira Renay ©twisha ray A letter I wish to send to God because some people will read as fictional story so the name is but let it be lesson for other #trnojo165 #

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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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

Schizology

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A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

twisha ray

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Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience

Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience