Make the impossible, possible ,

Just believe and trust in the mind ,

Want to get somthing,

Could not stop any such way do it.

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SUN
What's more brighter than you
You are the biggest star!
What's more kind than you
You are the one who shares itself with the moon!
What's more beautiful than you
You are the one who hits the brown eyes and makes it gorgeous too!
What's more miraculous than you
You are the one who is the cause of the beautiful Rainbow!
What's more pleasant than you
You are the one who's the reason of mesmerizing twilights!

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• OF VERSES AND FLOWERS •

At its zenith, I heard the sun scream and
whimper for the flowers got plucked
betwixt polluted mournings and frenzied
laments. The flowers gazed at the
luminiscent aubergine sky where the rays
fogged into debris and fissures of clouds.
A laceration on the corolla and incessant
verses , caged got liberation in the orbit.

With an enigmatic smile ,the flowers
anticipate for the arrival of the Helios,
and yearns for another day of living ,
to cajole the rays like a heliophile ,
basking the bruises every morning.
The puckered pores on stems and leaves
collapses to fuse innately against crescents
and gravity to encompass the sanity.

• CAPTION •

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Even the shineness from star can fade ,

Even the moon can stay up till late .

but all we accept is sun to follow all the damn rules.To shine as bright as a star and rise up on time.
why do we ?
because all we need is a little warmth and light from it.💓

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how badly I suffer heliophilia,
for once, I named my sunshine 'you'.

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गुरु के बिना ज्ञान नहीं
सत्य की पहचान नहीं

गुरु के बिना भगवान नहीं
मिलने का उससे सही मार्ग नहीं

गुरु के बिना बल नहीं
विपरीत परिस्थितियों का हल नहीं

गुरु के बिना मार्गदर्शन नहीं
कोई भी व्यक्ति सुदर्शन नहीं

गुरु के बिना जीवन का उद्धार नहीं
इस क्षणिक जीवन से पार नहीं

गुरु से पता चलता जीवन का उद्देश्य हैं
गुरु के बिना ना सार्थक जीवन हैं
ये जीवन ही मानो व्यर्थ हैं ।।

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||Pastiche||

The eruption was egregious, ah,
When the ground creaked and,
then the sky has got polluted with hatred.
gases leaked out and I was suffocated
but you were still with me like the
silk cloth in the harsh winter night.
for, I don't find it's aid anymore.
but, after a while, it was still,
Now I think I'm a pastiche

Verdant valleys with green leaves,
now have turned into litter
catching fire all around,
left no place unburnt
but for now, it's still
Now, I think I'm a pastiche.

I pulled the weed, leaving
few roots intact,
let the eruption burnt all my allusions
of, my dreamy landscapes.
I wonder If I were a heliophile,
moving, to and fro like the rhythmic 
in the lulled volcano
but you were a hurricane,
with bad storm yet with anvil clouds.
but in the end, it is now all still
And, I think I'm a proud Pastiche.

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I love how sunrise and sunset describes the beauty of life.

Sunrise brings the hope of good beginnings.
Sunset is the closure of the sad ending.

Sunrise explains the beauty after every blackness
Sunset give the promise of brightness.

Oh my friend as darkness after sunset is taken away by sunrise .
Darkness of your miseries will be taken away by the ray of happiness .

As sunrise lightens the sky with shimmer
Your soul will shine bright with cheerfulness

I love how sunrise and sunset describes the beauty of life .
- Yours Heliophile Person 🌤

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She was a heliophile,
But moon light
was her secret keeper.

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Dreaming of mornings, I survive the nights!

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