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raahii 4h
अभी कुछ हसी बाकी हैं मुझमे,
मुझे जी भरकर हंस लेने दो।
वरना ये शाम, ये रातें तो बस कट रही है।
There’s still some laughter left in me,
Let me laugh my heart out.
Otherwise, these evenings, these nights,
Are merely passing by.
Oh, my handsome,
To see you on this day,
Is a gift greater than any ransom.
For this, there isn't a price I wouldn't pay.

My heart bounces,
Like a wild cat's before it pounces.
Especially when we pucker up,
and fill each other's cup.

We've decided to take it all on,
The world and everything beyond.
Our connection grows deeper every dawn,
knowing we have a real bond.

I will hold out for forever,
The only one that's treated me like treasure.
The ability to love you,
will be something I treasure too.
Revathi 9h
Perfumes smell elegant,
It spreads its fragrance wherever it is ,
Hi dear...💕 I wish you to be a perfume ,
Perfume of happiness
Wherever you are, spread happiness.....💓
Spreading happiness is a talent that spreads love , it can't be studied but  can only expressed from  bottom of our hearts.
Zywa 3d
Happy: not wanting,

solely letting go of what --


I no longer want.
Novella "Gezien de feiten" ("Considering the facts", 2018, Griet Op de Beeck), chapter 25

Collection "No wonder"
Malia 4d
I think it is a good day
I feel okay, and that’s all
I feel, no sense of greatness
Nor self-hatred, no free-fall.

I look into the mirror
No fear, just looking as I
Realize that I have acne
But it’s me and I feel fine.

Right now, I am just okay
But one day, I will appear
From silk and I will be her
From those words, so far but near.
tried an awdl gywydd today.
Ahlam 4d
when sadness is a lesson
so you learn and accept
                                                           
and when happiness is a blessing
stuffing a radiant energy within

when all you have is nostalgia
you become glad , wishing you could have it back

when you love
you worship something other than god

and when your heart aches
echoes of the past linger in all its chambers  

a core full of people
full of memories
full of life
Why do I do this?
Write down my thoughts
Will you ever see this?
And know they are of you
The selfish part of me hopes you do
The restless part of me wants you to
Our conversations can be chaos
Pleasant sounding yet world crushing
But our written words can be heard
You've told me things I can't unhear
I've admitted all my biggest fears
How can you pretend to be amiss?
No one else has ever fit like this
I hope you know how much you've meant to me. I'm a different person now and I have to admit it's partially because of you, our conversations and the easy feeling I got with you. I want that. Happiness. With you, if possible.
The space between us is not just miles—  
it’s the ache in my ribs when I breathe,  
the way my hands forget their purpose  
without the weight of your hips to hold.  

I am a house with no windows,  
a room where the light refuses to stay.
  
The world feels like a poorly written script—  
everyone else is laughing, but I can’t find the joke.  

I want to kiss you so badly it feels like a crime,  
like the universe has locked your lips in a glass case  
and hung a sign that says Do Not Touch.
  
But I would break every rule,  
shatter every law of physics,  
just to feel the warmth of your mouth on mine.  

I miss the way your voice wraps around my name,  
how it sounds like a prayer I didn’t know I needed.
  
I miss the way your laughter spills into the room,  
a symphony I’d trade my silence for in a heartbeat.  

I want to marry you—  
not in the way they show in movies,  
with the white dress and the perfect vows,  
but in the way that feels like coming home,  
like finding the missing piece of a puzzle  
I didn’t even know I was solving.  

Without you, the world is a grayscale film,  
a song played on a broken piano.
  
I am a shadow of myself,  
a half-finished poem  
waiting for your hands to write the ending.  

Come back to me.

Or let me come to you.
  
Let me close this distance,  
this unbearable, infinite space  
that feels like it’s swallowing me whole.  

I am not whole without you.
  
I am not anything.
The love of my life.
I used to cry when I was alone,
I was scared of people leaving me,
I was more scared of getting used to it,
I have to thank you though because now,
I have no reason to worry all of that because,
I have you to stay with me and you have me too.
I'm so sorry I left you that first time around knowing how it felt to be left.
Zywa Feb 9
Cheerful children stir

the cauldron, they are brewing --


bubbling happiness.
First part of the finale of "Sonata 1 pour orgue" ("***** Sonata" #1, 1974, Jean-Pierre Leguay), performed in the Organpark by Olivier Latry on February 1st, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #76
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