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Hari Krishna

Some people think they are so good in FAKING emotions and expressions they forget, there are few who can READ what you HIDE ©Zahid Akhtar

Zahid Akhtar

Maa मिलेगा तुमको दुलार माँ से मिलता है बस प्यार माँ से मिलेगा तुमको संस्कार माँ से चलता है यहांँ संसार माँ से मिले हमको है पहचान माँ से देवताओं का होता सम्मान माँ से मिले गुरुओं का ज्ञान भी माँ से सीखा पहला शब्द वो भी माँ से ©Dil_ki.dastaan

Dil_ki.dastaan :- संग्राम मौर्य

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq

Unsplash read a book ©Ruhan Roy

Ruhan Roy

Unsplash Read more Gain more ©Hari Krishna

Hari Krishna

Some people think they are so good in FAKING emotions and expressions they forget, there are few who can READ what you HIDE ©Zahid Akhtar

Zahid Akhtar

Maa मिलेगा तुमको दुलार माँ से मिलता है बस प्यार माँ से मिलेगा तुमको संस्कार माँ से चलता है यहांँ संसार माँ से मिले हमको है पहचान माँ से देवताओं का होता सम्मान माँ से मिले गुरुओं का ज्ञान भी माँ से सीखा पहला शब्द वो भी माँ से ©Dil_ki.dastaan

Dil_ki.dastaan :- संग्राम मौर्य

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq