New parle biscuit cake recipe in marathi language Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

Alkesh Lodhi

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

White **success** 🌺success is not a cake, it's a process of making cake those who identify & mix every commodity in correct proportion..🌺 🌺they can distribute the piece of cake in the whole world🌺 alkesh°°° ©Alkesh Lodhi success in not a cake

White **success** 🌺success is not a cake, it's a process of making cake those who identify & mix every commodity in correct proportion..🌺 🌺they can distribute the piece of cake in the whole world🌺 alkesh°°° ©Alkesh Lodhi success in not a cake

Pravina Chavan

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

**पावसाच्या सरीत** तपलेल्या धरेवर निळ्या नभातून, धारा झरती एकाएकी. फुलांची वलये लहरताना, मनांत मंद वारे पिऊन ठेकी. धुक्यातुनी येतो तो वास कर्दळीचा, शांततेत निनादतो नदीचा सूर. त्या पाण्यात तुझ्या पावलांचे स्पर्श, काळजात गूजले जसे गीतच अर्धसुर. घननिळ्या माळावर नाचतं हे जांभळं मळं, झाडाच्या पानातुन टिपे टिपे पडेती पाणी. जमिनीतुन पाझरणारा एकटा डोळा, नवख्या सृष्टीचा उठे नवा गाणी. असाच हा पाऊस मनावर कोसळतो, प्रत्येक थेंबात आठवणींचा झरा. आणि साऱ्या साऱ्या जगाशी जुळून, मी विसरतो आपला पावसाचा बहरा. माझ्या आतला झरा उसळतो पुन्हा, नभाच्या त्या लयीवर बिंदु. पावसाच्या सरीत नवा मी, पुन्हा कुठेतरी शोधतो स्वतःला, थोडा थेंबु, थोडा झिंदु. ©Pravina Chavan #peotry /poetry in marathi language

**पावसाच्या सरीत** तपलेल्या धरेवर निळ्या नभातून, धारा झरती एकाएकी. फुलांची वलये लहरताना, मनांत मंद वारे पिऊन ठेकी. धुक्यातुनी येतो तो वास कर्दळीचा, शांततेत निनादतो नदीचा सूर. त्या पाण्यात तुझ्या पावलांचे स्पर्श, काळजात गूजले जसे गीतच अर्धसुर. घननिळ्या माळावर नाचतं हे जांभळं मळं, झाडाच्या पानातुन टिपे टिपे पडेती पाणी. जमिनीतुन पाझरणारा एकटा डोळा, नवख्या सृष्टीचा उठे नवा गाणी. असाच हा पाऊस मनावर कोसळतो, प्रत्येक थेंबात आठवणींचा झरा. आणि साऱ्या साऱ्या जगाशी जुळून, मी विसरतो आपला पावसाचा बहरा. माझ्या आतला झरा उसळतो पुन्हा, नभाच्या त्या लयीवर बिंदु. पावसाच्या सरीत नवा मी, पुन्हा कुठेतरी शोधतो स्वतःला, थोडा थेंबु, थोडा झिंदु. ©Pravina Chavan #peotry /poetry in marathi language

twisha ray

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry