काश मुझे भी मिल जाए कोई मीठी सी अंगूर की डली,
लंगूर से अच्छा दिखता हूँ....!

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कुछ लोग इतने रोतले होते हैं कि,
उनका नाम लेते लेते खुद के दर्द याद आने लगते हैं....!

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Life me ek bat yad rakhna...bahut gahri hai...
Agar pen kho jaye, to vapas kharida ja sakta hai, lekin agar dhakkan kho Jaye, to vapas nahi kharida ja sakta...
So remember
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"Pen hamesa tichuk tichuk wala hi le.."
😛😛😂😂

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Dibbe me dibba.. Dibbe me cake 🎂
Are you blind?
Because
Can't you see she is fake!

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We all are saint
When u talking about
Someone else...

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Me- तुम्हारा bday कब हैं?
Child- हमको तारीख का नाम नही पताl

(Innocent child😍)

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लिख देता हूं कुछ अल्फ़ाज़ जेहेन में जो होते है,
पता नहीं क्यूं लोग इन्हें शायरी कह देते है।

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There are three types of best friends:

1. The one who is innocent, shy, caring, loving and sweet.

2. The one who is too evil, can put you in trouble too.

3.The one who is innocent for the world,
but only you know how much evil they are from inside.😹😈

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Sach hai Aisa hota to hai hamare saath bhi
Par Abhi ke dukh hi kaafi hai rula dene ke liye
Yakeen nahi to aa kar dekho kabhi
Hamare gharonde mein
Kisi kone mein rota mil jaunga

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Sitting on my toilet seat,I got the bestest thought...,
About that beautiful days and the innocence that is lost....
Now the dirt is the only thing that is left..
In hearts,minds and even the soul dirt is what we kept ..
Remember the days when the innocence is what we use to carry,
When the nights were not about dirt but the stories of fairy..
When being high was about the swings in the playground...
When we were happy with few people of ours and not the lonely souls in the crowd...
When protections were about wearing helmets and seatbelts...
When minds were pure and words were exactly what we meant and felt...
When that kisses were on forhead and hugs were enough to show how much we love...
Nights were not about lust or dirts in the pubs...
When that 3 notes of ten makes you richer than the person with just one note of thousand..
When many were not required but we use to wait for that single friendship band..
When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties..
When the girls like mary kom was love and not that mindless and strengthless beauties...

When your worst enemies were your siblings..
When the fights were joy and not crippling...
That days and that innocence is now

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