WRITERS ARE WEIRD?
Writers belong to the weird zone,
They form their world of their own,
Live in dreams and wild imagination,
They don’t bother for the cup of affection,
Yes,they care for a little adoration to their creation,
Even in sleep ,they search words to present their expression,
They are soft,
they are tender,
they are fragile,
they are sentimental,
they are divine,
Emotions move them,
Incidents trigger them,
Then the words flow in them,
Hence the pen runs swiftly with out pain,
To release all that being stuffed inside their brain,
They are happy personal,
At the same time cry for every personal,
Feel pain for all that is emotional,
Their pen is their sword,
For them..
Pen is rescuer,
Pen is their respite,
With out pen they hardly survive,
They are gentle with words,
Because they know their words are their treasure,
It will keep them remembering for ever.
Please tell are they weird?

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Happy Morning

As the stars blanket the sky

I feel the urge to hold them in the sky

I find myself longing to watch their movements,

Their game of beautiful lights

Which magnificently fill my room with their stunning sight

The warm translucent ray enthralls every one

The envious Sun spoils their show by spreading its wing

The stars hide among the clouds

and they wait for the noon to blaze in the night

During the night

I look at the Moon

I look at the stars

They charge my spirit,

I feel spirited and light

I sleep peacefully ,dreaming for another happy morning.

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The song


Speedily, I was scrolling the messages

a link caught my attention and I wanted to end my suspension

As, my interest rose like an ebb

I choose to explore the linkage

It was the link of a film song of black and white era

I preferred to give a pause to my routine life

To have taste of bygone time, to my surprise

The melody is melodious

The soft romantic lyrics is contagious

Catches my chord

Vibrates my knob

Scintillates my brain

Goosebumps on my skin

Color on my face

Quiver on my lips

together they

demand for the continuity

Of the song

Made me glued to the screen to hear more.

Prashant 🌸

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Her Dream
She rose from the ashes
With a dream to gather some roses
At first the puddle pulled her down
She rose again, determined to achieve the crown
Initially her hazy steps were bit crazy
From the foggy trend she drifted herself to become busy
Reshaping her image
Resorting her structure
Reassuring with a faith
That one day or other
She will make the universe her adorer
She will stich her name among the famous.
She will be the name among the crowd
As a strong will power and will make the world go around with her.
Prashant 🌈

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तकलीफ तब नहीं होती जब बिस्किट चाय में डूब कर टूट जाए

बल्कि तकलीफ तब होती है जब उसके रेस्क्यू में गया हुआ दूसरा बिस्किट भी टूट कर डूब जाए😁😁😁😁

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You Are Strange


Read in Caption ⬇️

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शिक्षक दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं।
🙏


Read in caption⬇️

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समझदार इन्सान का दिमाग चलता है
और
नासमझ इन्सान का जुबान।

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मेरा दिल लेकर क्या करोगी !

एक जुल्फे तो सम्भाली नही जाती तुमसे😒😒

😂😂

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