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Gaurav

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twisha ray

#trnojo174 #thoughtful #MountainPeak

White
At the mountain's edge, where silence reigns,
The world unfurls beneath a breathless sky.
Here, the earth meets heaven's distant chains,
And time drifts slowly, as moments sigh.
The peaks stand solemn, ancient and grand,
Guardians of secrets held in stone.
In their shadow, I trace the land,
A solitary soul, yet not alone.
The winds whisper tales from high above,
Where valleys stretch in emerald waves.
In the hush of dusk, I find a love
For the endless space, the untamed braves.
Here on the precipice, where dreams convene,
I touch the edge of what might have been

©twisha ray #trnojo174
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Gurpreet Kaur

Thoughtfully #thoughtful

twisha ray

#villagelife #trnojo165 #thoughtful

Village Life In a quiet village, an old man spent his days planting trees. He knew he'd never see them grow tall, but he did it anyway. The villagers asked why. He replied, "I plant not for myself, but for those who will come after me. Life's greatest lessons are learned in the acts of giving without expecting to receive."
Years later, the village blossomed with the trees he had planted, providing shade and beauty. The children played under their branches, and families enjoyed the coolness of summer. The old man’s legacy endured, teaching that true fulfillment comes from selflessness and the joy of nurturing a future that we may never witness ourselves.

©twisha ray #villagelife
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Priyanka Ghosh

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twisha ray

#good_night #trnojo157 #thoughtful

White In the hush of twilight’s call,
When shadows stretch and softly fall,
Peace may seem a distant shore,
A whisper on the winds of yore.
Yet in the fleeting moments, here,
Where time and life are crystal clear,
In the breath between the beat,
Peace can grace the heart’s retreat.
Not just in ultimate, grand fate,
But in each dawn, in simple state,
In acts of kindness, soft and small,
Peace finds its place in each of all.
So let not dreams of distant time
Blind you to this subtle rhyme—
For peace resides in present's light,
In living moments, pure and bright.

©twisha ray #good_night
#trnojo157
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twisha ray

Dear genz #trnojo145 #lettettofuture #thoughtful

Dear Future Generations,

As we write this letter, our wealth is not measured in gold or assets but in the richness of our culture and the depth of our hearts. We have strived to live with integrity, kindness, and a passion for learning. Our greatest treasure lies in the stories we share, the traditions we honor, and the love we extend to one another.

We hope you will cherish these values as much as we do. Embrace the beauty of diversity, seek wisdom in simplicity, and build connections that transcend material wealth. Remember that true richness comes from the bonds you form and the impact you make on the world around you. Live with empathy, and may your hearts be as full as ours.

With heartfelt wishes,

©twisha ray Dear genz
#trnojo145
#lettettofuture
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twisha ray

In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful

Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful

$In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful$