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Surkh ( سرخ )

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बहुत सी ख्वाहिशें हैं दिल में मेरे ना जज़्बात बयां किए ना ही आरज़ू सोचे तो थे कई लम्हे साथ गुजरेंगे पर वक्त का ना होना साथमे! ज़िंदगी भी अजीब खेल खेलती है मुर्शीद, ना ख्वाहिशें मुकम्मल हुई ना जज़्बात बयां हुए बस सब एक एक करके चले गए!! ©Surkh ( سرخ ) #feelings #Life #nojoto

बहुत सी ख्वाहिशें हैं दिल में मेरे ना जज़्बात बयां किए ना ही आरज़ू सोचे तो थे कई लम्हे साथ गुजरेंगे पर वक्त का ना होना साथमे! ज़िंदगी भी अजीब खेल खेलती है मुर्शीद, ना ख्वाहिशें मुकम्मल हुई ना जज़्बात बयां हुए बस सब एक एक करके चले गए!! ©Surkh ( سرخ ) #feelings #Life #nojoto

jovial (Aanandita).

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White How foolish nd fool I m,.... literally..... its me who gave chance others to laugh on me..... itni batameez hu ki,subah se 20 dafa Instagram install or delete kiya hai.... jabki janti hi nhi yakinn hai... ki its just a flirt...... par batameezi ka istar itna ucha hai,ki jaa hi nhi raha.... thankyou everyone for shaking my mind up to end, thankyou everyone to irritate me as much you can, thankyou everyone for making me angry like a mad. Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 You successfully wasted me and my mental peace as hell. ©jovial (Aanandita). #Sad_Status feelings

White How foolish nd fool I m,.... literally..... its me who gave chance others to laugh on me..... itni batameez hu ki,subah se 20 dafa Instagram install or delete kiya hai.... jabki janti hi nhi yakinn hai... ki its just a flirt...... par batameezi ka istar itna ucha hai,ki jaa hi nhi raha.... thankyou everyone for shaking my mind up to end, thankyou everyone to irritate me as much you can, thankyou everyone for making me angry like a mad. Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 You successfully wasted me and my mental peace as hell. ©jovial (Aanandita). #Sad_Status feelings

Shubham Kumar

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When you are no where, when there is no one, when your hands become numb, when your heart becomes cold, when there is nothing to hold.         Memories start to fade,           Switch to sophisticate,         New is cool,    Knock on the door,     Shut on face,   Everyone's same,     The replace,        Prologue and epilogue. When your eyes still wait, swallow, choke and lump, when there's no one to cuddle in cold, when there is nothing to hold. ~Shubham Kumar ©Shubham Kumar #feelings

When you are no where, when there is no one, when your hands become numb, when your heart becomes cold, when there is nothing to hold.         Memories start to fade,           Switch to sophisticate,         New is cool,    Knock on the door,     Shut on face,   Everyone's same,     The replace,        Prologue and epilogue. When your eyes still wait, swallow, choke and lump, when there's no one to cuddle in cold, when there is nothing to hold. ~Shubham Kumar ©Shubham Kumar #feelings

ruchirk gupta

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White कभी कभी किसी के बोले हुए लफ्ज़ उसका लहजा और रवैया सामने वाले को इतना तोड़ कर रख देता है कि वह हर रोज जीते हुए भी हर रोज मरता है ©ruchirk gupta feelings ##

White कभी कभी किसी के बोले हुए लफ्ज़ उसका लहजा और रवैया सामने वाले को इतना तोड़ कर रख देता है कि वह हर रोज जीते हुए भी हर रोज मरता है ©ruchirk gupta feelings ##

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