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On the Eve of World Book Day, a Bard's Thoughts on Books:

Tonight, as the world readies to celebrate the magic of books, I, William Shakespeare, a mere figment of your memory, find myself contemplating the power these bound companions hold.
Within their pages lie worlds unseen, adventures untaken, and wisdom whispered across centuries. Just as I sought inspiration from tales of old, so too can you find the spark that ignites your passions, fuels your dreams, and broadens your horizons.
Books are not mere repositories of words, but vessels of knowledge, empathy, and boundless imagination. They allow us to walk in another's shoes, feel their joys and sorrows, and understand the complexities of the human experience.
Having books at home is akin to having windows to countless realities. They are a constant source of learning and entertainment, a refuge for the weary soul, and a springboard for creativity.
Let your home be a haven for books. Let their spines line the shelves, their pages hold the whispers of countless voices.
So, dear reader, on this special eve, pick up a book, turn the page, and embark on a journey. You never know what wonders await...

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गली गली, रास्ते और चौराहे , यँहा वहाँ हम सुकून ढूँढ रहे हैं पर जाने क्यों हम एक दूजे को क्यों मिल नहीं पा रहे हैं.....

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कभी कभी हम इंतजार करते करते जाने कब
वही ठहर जाते हैं औऱ जब होश संभालते है
तब मंजिल और
सही समय जाने कहाँ छूट जाते हैं .....
खोजते रहते हैं हम समय को मिलता कुछ नहीं
सिवाय गीले शिकवे के औऱ एक गहरा अफसोस
उम्रभर के लिए...

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In the hush of a dark night, where shadows hold their sway, Dark thoughts creep in, whispering doubts that lead us astray. Stars like distant embers, offer a faint, flickering gleam, But the weight of the world seems a heavy and sorrowful dream.
Yet, in the deepest darkness, a promise starts to unfold, A whisper of hope, a story yet to be told. For even the darkest night cannot forever remain, The promise of sunrise whispers, washing away the pain.
With the first tendrils of light, a gentle breeze takes flight, Carrying the weight of darkness into the fading night. Hope ignites like a beacon, chasing shadows from sight, And the world awakens, bathed in a glorious, golden light.
So hold fast to that ember, when darkness tries to consume, For dawn will inevitably break, dispelling the gloom. New hope will rise with the sun, painting the world anew, And remind you, dear heart, there's beauty waiting for you.

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आनेवाला लम्हा कितना ही हसीन क्यों न हो
लेक़िन वह लौटे हुए लम्हें की ख़ुशी नहीं दे सकता…...

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With pages whispered, spines held tight, A friend of solace, day and night. Books, companions, ever true, No judgment cast, no harsh adieu.
Within their depths, a world unfolds, Adventures whispered, tales untold. A hand to hold in sorrow's rain, A spark of joy to ease the strain.
When shadows creep and skies grow dim, A book's embrace, a gentle hymn. For wisdom whispers, secrets gleam, A path revealed, a guiding beam.
So hold them close, these dearest friends, No matter where the journey bends. For books, with knowledge, love, and grace, Will light your way, and find your place.

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Sun-warmed asphalt,
scraped knees that sting,
Laughter echoing,
on rusty swing sets we'd cling,
Days spun from gold,
with endless summertime,
A world of wonder,
in a memory's rhyme.

#Missing_Childhood.....

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The world feels vast,
a hollow shell,
Where echoes bounce
of what might dwell.
A broken heart,
a weary soul,
But even fractured,
hope makes you whole...

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At the slightest stumble, doubt's cold hand we seek, A backup plan, a quicker, smoother streak. But love, it cannot flutter like a fragile dove, When every breeze of error whispers "move."
Where options bloom like flowers in a field, And hearts are tested, traded, bought and sealed, No tender root of love can ever grow, Just hollow echoes of a wish to know.
For love's a tapestry, with threads entwined, Each knot a pardon, every flaw a kind Reminder that we're human, flawed and free, Yet bound by threads of shared humanity.
So cast aside the scales that weigh and judge, The constant testing, hearts forever trudged From one to another, seeking what they lack, And find instead, the beauty looking back.
In weathered hands and laughter lines so deep, In whispered secrets promises to keep, Love's not a fleeting fancy, light and brief, But patient, strong, a haven from life's grief.
So let your heart be open, unafraid, Though stumbles come, and trust may sometimes fade, For love, true love, endures the test of time, A steady flame, a solace, truly thine.

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वहाँ ढूँढो जहाँ खोया है ख़ुद को ......

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