In twilight's tender embrace,
Blue-eyed soul, a celestial trace.
Stars envy its radiant hue,
As sea tides dance in its view.
With each silvery roll, a song's birth,
Echoing through the vast earth.
In twilight's whispering air, it's whole,
The blue-eyed soul, a cherished role...!!!

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Raj and Meera met one last time under the banyan tree where they had shared countless secrets. Meera's eyes glistened with unspoken words as she clutched Raj's hand. He gently wiped away her tears. "I have to go," Raj said softly, his voice breaking. Meera nodded, unable to speak. They held each other, imprinting memories. As dusk descended, they parted with a promise—love transcending distance. Raj left, but his heart remained with Meera under their tree....!!!

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In the bustling streets of Mumbai, amidst the chaos, our eyes met. You, a writer sipping chai at a roadside stall, and me, lost in my sketchbook. Our chance encounter sparked conversations that flowed effortlessly, like the monsoon rain. From late-night walks along Marine Drive to sharing secrets under the stars, we found solace in each other's presence. In this chaotic city, our hearts found a serene haven, a love story etched in the rhythm of Mumbai's heartbeat..... Between you and I....!!!

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I'm tired, but my spirit fights,
Through endless days and sleepless nights.
Though shadows loom and doubts persist,
I'll rise again with each new twist.

For strength resides in hidden places,
In soft embraces and familiar faces.
Though weariness may cloud my view,
I'll press ahead, for dreams pursue...!!!

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छू कर मेरे मन को,
किया तूने क्या इशारा...!!!

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Amidst the shadows, a glimmer shines,
A beacon of hope in uncertain times.
It dances on dreams, a flame burning bright,
Guiding us onward through the darkest night.

In its embrace, fears start to fade,
Hope's gentle touch, a serenade.
With each new dawn, its promise we see,
A world renewed, where hearts soar free...!!!

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रात की आँधी में चमकते, किताबों के जुगनू, खिलखिलाते।
छोटे से दीपक बन, पुस्तकालय के कोनों में उड़ान भरते।

किताबों के जुगनू, छोटी सी रोशनी की आशा,
अक्षरों की झिलमिल, जीवन में भरती एक नई भाषा..!!!

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खुश नहीं रहता मन,
चिराग जैसे जलता रहता है।
अँधियारे में छिपा दर्द,
सुन्नता में बिखरा रहता है।

क्यों ना इसे बुझा दूँ
या फिर उजाला दिखा दूँ।
ख़ुशियों से अब किनारा है,
ये दर्द ही मेरा सहारा है।

हर ख्वाब बिखर गया, अधूरी रह गई बात,
धुंधला है जहां, खो गई है खुशियों की रात।...!!!

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In a bustling market town, the disappearance of a unique antique door baffled residents. Local gossip spun tales of thieves and spirits. Ramu, a resourceful youth, took it upon himself to uncover the truth. Following hushed leads, he traced the door to a reclusive artist's studio. There, amidst colorful canvases, the stolen door stood as a striking centerpiece. With clever negotiation and a promise to safeguard the artist's privacy, Ramu reclaimed the door, restoring harmony to the town and earning admiration for his wit...!!!!

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One day, as I hurried through the narrow lanes of my hometown, I bumped into an elderly woman. Her face looked familiar, evoking distant memories. She smiled warmly, calling me by my childhood nickname. We sat on a bench, reminiscing about the past—her stories painted a vivid picture of bygone days. In that brief encounter, amidst the familiar sights and sounds, I felt a deep sense of belonging, as if time had paused to reconnect me with my roots...!!!

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