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  • the_unsungsong 3d

    कभी याद, तो बात बनकर आते हो,
    आते हो तो थोड़ा ठेहर के जाते हो,
    जो तुम ठेहरे,कभी मुस्कान तो कभी बारिश करवाते हो,
    ठेहर के मुझे ही मिल क्यों नही जाते हो,

    कभी लिखू काग़ज़ पर तुझे,
    तो कभी दुआओ में फ़िक्र जताती हू,
    जानती हो मेरे नहीं हो,
    फिर भी तुमसे रूठ जाती हूँ,
    सवाल बहुत करती हूँ खुदसे,
    सिर्फ दो अल्फाज़ो में सिमट जाती हूँ,

    *ख्याल हमारा
    ज़िक्र तुम्हारा*

    ©unsung song

    #scribbled #microtales #instathought #bookstagramindia #poetsofindia #poetsociety #microfiction #indianwriters #tales #writerscommunity #quotes #innervoice #relatablequotes #writingcommunity #wordgasm #quoteoftheday #poetsociety #innerpeace #microtales #microtale #writersofinstagram #writerslife #storyteller #writingquotes #instaquote #unsung_song #aap_beeti #love #nature #travel #inspiration #diary #thoughts #friendship #poetry #life

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    ख्याल हमारा,
    ज़िक्र तुम्हारा!!
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  • dumi005 4d

    Hida Timi Ni


    Until when will you wait
    For that never returning friend,
    Why don't you come instead
    In search of a new world.
    Why would you be dependent.
    On someone and until when?
    Oh dear! It's has been enough
    It's time, you become brave.
    Come out, until when will you hide
    Wander away, find your happiness.
    Seek love for yourself,
    Love yourself too.


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  • kousar29 4d

    I'm changed now

    Wo ek dost
    Jo har bat pe
    You're the best kahti thi.
    Wo ek dost
    Jo sari kahaniya
    Wo ek saans mein kah deti thi.
    Wo ek dost
    Jisey sarey ranj-o-gum
    Sunaya karti thi.
    Wo ek dost
    Jisey woh apni khusiya baanta
    Karti thi.
    Ab na Jane kyun
    I'm changed now
    Kahti Hain.
    I can understand , How much you've faces the problem.
    Par main yeh bhi janta hoon
    Khwahishon ka tutna
    Kisi Jaan ka bichadna
    Kya hota Hain.
    Wo ek dost
    Jo humse mashware
    Liya karti thi
    Par ab wo kahti Hain
    I'm changed now.

  • usha_b 5d

    We don't use words to tell stories anymore.
    We use them to comfort ourselves.

    For the stories we tell.

    From bed-time in childhood
    To keeping secrets in teenage
    Fom hiding the truth
    To comforting our ourselves
    Twice when we became adults.

    And sometimes more sinful.

    #UshaB #wordsbyushab #quotesbyushab #ushabwrites #story #storyteller #ahmedabadstoryteller #ahmedabadstories #storieswetell #truth #truestory @mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @postcards_fromheart

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    For the stories we tell
    From bed-time in childhood
    To keeping secrets in teenage
    Fom hiding the truth
    To comforting our ourselves
    Twice and more sinful when we are adults.


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  • viraja_verlekar 1w

    The aroma of beautiful marigold flowers and newly painted walls of her new apartment made her nostalgic and took her down the memory lane, when it was under construction.The area being just a kilometer away from the hustle-bustle of the main city, compelled them to invest in the apartment.
    "Aditya n Ananya", read the neatly varnished main door's name plate. Today was their house warming ceremony. Their parents and close friends were invited for the party in the evening. The colour combinations of the paints and window curtains, the exquisite chandeliers and side lamps, the meticulously designed furnishings and intelligently utilised every nook and corner of the apartment made it so eloquent.
    The earthly pestles on the walls and greens in the corners gave it more lavish look. The warm breeze whispered through the chimes hanging from the balcony ceiling.Everyone was in awe of their new apartment. Their friends who visited them, showered them with unending praises.
    Well lit seperate area for devotion had a beautiful idol of Lord Ganesh which was decorated with floral garlands. They also had a knack for music. So in the Hall, right next to the L-shaped sofa was a home theater surround sound system. Also an antique Gramophone was placed in their bedroom. All the furnishings and designs were so intricately done keeping in mind their creative and asthetic choices, after all it was their dream house. Kitchen area was also very well furnished with a four chair dining table and chimney. Kitchen also had a small balcony.
    After all their guests dispersed, then Aditya and Ananya had some time for themselves;so Aditya hugged her and sighed, "Finally we have shifted in our dream house." Yes", Ananya nodded. "But on Sundays breakfast, lunch and dinner will be prepared by you, Adi",Ananya said and chuckled.
    "Ok your highness!", Aditya said and they both laughed out aloud; thus their laughter echoed through the ceilings and walls of their abode, which was of course the abode of happiness..

    #shortstories #storyteller @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writerstolli ##Thedoctorwrites..

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    Abode of happiness


  • kushalaryann 1w

    कल तुझे परवाह नहीं थी,
    आज हम बदतमीज़ है....
    - Kushal Arora

  • kau198 1w

    PART- 2


    [This part will be lengther coz i m going to finished this story soon. So take your time and read it.]

    ..............To be continued.

    Most people consider life a battle, but is not a battle, it is a game.

    It is a game, however which cannot be played successfully without the knowledge of spiritual law, and the old and the new Testaments give the rules of the game with wonderful clearness Jesus Christ taught that it was a great game of Giving and Receiving.

    "Whatsover a man soweth that shall he also reap". This means that whatever man sends out in word or dead, will return to him; what he gives, he will receive.

    If he gives hate, he will receive hate; if he gives love, he will receive love; if he gives criticism, he will receive criticism; if he lies he will br lied to; if he cheats he will be cheated. We are taught also, that the imaging faculty plays a leading apart in the gamr of lifr.

    "Keep thy heart (or imagination) with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life".

    This means that what man images, sooner or later externalize in his affairs. I know for a man who feared a certain disease. It was a very rare disease and difficult to get, but he pictured it continually and read about it until it manifested in his body, and he died, the victim of distorted imagination.

    So, we see, to play successfully the game of life, we must train the imaging faculty. A person with an imaging faculty trained to image only good, brings into his life "every righteous desire of his heart"- health, wealth, love, friends, perfect self-expression, his highest ideals.

    The imagination has been called,"The seissors of the mind," and it is ever cutting, day by day, the pictures man sees there, and sooner or later he meets his own creations in his outer world. To train the imagination successfully, man must understand the workings of his mind. The Greeks said: "Know Thyself ".

    There are three department of the mind, the subconscious, is simply power, without direction. It is like steam or electricity, and it does what it is directed to do; it has no power of induction.

    Whatever man feels deeply or images clearly, is impressed upon the subconscious mind, and carried out in minutes detail.

    For example: a woman I know when a child, always " made believe " she was a widow, She " dresses up " in black cloths and wore a long black vein, and people thought she was very claver and amusing. She grew up and married a man with whom she was deeply in love. In a short time he died and shr wore black and sweeping veil for many years. The picture of herself as a widow was impressed upon the subconscious mind, and in due time worked itself out, regardless of the havoc created.

    The conscious mind has been called mortal or carnal mind.

    It is the human mind and sees life as it appears to be. It sees deat disaster, sickness, proverty and limitation of every kind, and it impresses the subconscious.

    The sobconscious mind is the God mind without each man, and is the realm of perfect ideas.

    In it, is the "Perfect Pattern " spoken of by Plato, The Divine Design; for there is a Divine Desigh for each person.

    "There is a place that you are to fill and no one else can fill, something you are to do, which no one else can do ".

    There is a perfect picture of this in the superconscious mind. It usually flashed across the conscious as an unattainable ideal-
    "Something too good to be true".

    In reality it is man's true destiny (or destination) flashed to him from the Infinite Intelligence which is within himself.

    Many people, however, are in ignorance of their true destinies and are striving for things and situatiobs which do not belong to them, and would only bring failure and dissatisfaction if attained.

    For example: A woman came to me and asked me to "speak the word" that she would in love. (She called him A.B.)

    I replied that this would be a violation of spiritual law, but that I would speak the word for the right man, the "Divine Selection", the man who belong to her by divine right.

    I added,"If A.B. is right man you can't lose him, abd if he isn't , you will receive his equivalent. She saw A.B. frequently but ni headway was made in their friendship. One evening she called, and said,"Do you know, for the last week A.B. hasn't seemed so wonderful to me". I replied ,"Maybe he us not divine selection- another man may be the right one". Soon after that, she met another man who fell in love with her at once, and who said she was his ideal. Infact, he said all the things that she had always wished A.B. would say to her.

    She remarked,"It was quite uncanny". She sion returned his love, and lost all interest in A.B.

    This shows the law of substitution. A right idea was substituted for a wrong one, therefore there was no loss or sacrifice involved.

    Jesus Christ said,"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you", and he said the kingdom was within mab.

    The kingdom is the realm of right ideas, or the divibe pattern.


    [Take your time and read it hope you will like it. Comment your feedback ☺in the comment section☺ and stay turned for my next story.]


    #storyteller #storytelling #inspiration #kausikistory @nehadvn09876b@udit94

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  • kau198 1w


    PART - 1

    Florence Scovel Shinn was a woman ahead of her time. To many. She is considered to be among the likes of James. Allen, the author of "As a Man Thinketh", Wallace D. Wattles, the author of "The Science of Cretting Rick" and Nepoleon Hill who wrote the classic "Think and Grow Rich".

    Florence Scovel Shinn had the ability to explain her success principled and how they work in an extertaining and easy-to-read style. She can be considered one of last century's most popular success teachers.

    Florence Scovel Shinn was born on September 24, 1871, in Comden, New Jersey ti Alden Cortland Scovel and Emily Hipkinson.

    Florence was educated at Friends Central School in Philadelphia. She later studied art at the Philadelphia Academy of Fine Arts from 1889 to 1897.

    While there, she met Everett Shinn, a paintwr of impressionistic canvases and realistic murals. They married shortly after Florence graduated from the art academy.

    The Shinns moved to New York where they both pursued their separate careers, Everett in the theatre while Florence did illustrations for children's literature in magazines and books.

    In 1925, Florence decided to publish her first book "The Game Of Life And How To Play It".
    After unsuccessfully finding a publisher for her work, she published it herself. Her second book, "Your Word Is Your Wand" Followedin 1928 and her final book. "The Secred Door Of Success" Was published ib 1940, a fourth book, "The Power Of Your Spoken Word', is a compendium of her notes, gathered by one of her students and published posthumously in 1945.

    ............To be continued.

    [Give your feedback in the comment section☺and thanks for your precious time. Stay turned for its furthur parts☺.]

    #storytelling #storyteller #gameoflifeandhowtoplayit #pod # writestolli #frorence #kausikistory

    @nehadvn09876 @writersnetwork @writerstolli @jeelpatel @udit94

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  • moonwritespoetry 2w

    "Your Gorgeous Granny..... "

    "He's like Poetry...!", she said.
    she, sleeping on his chest
    Hands aound him, her legs on his
    tapping down the
    beautiful bear he is, to Sleep.
    and here goes their breath
    Up and down in a rhythm
    that's never been Hover.

    The days and nights spend with him
    turned into poetry...
    as easy as them loving each other!
    that he promised her,
    he would later Recite them all
    to their grandchildren....!!

    One night, cuddling next to their Pappy bear,
    The cute little Cubs,
    all lying close and warm.
    wrapping their plam,
    tight round his fingers, Listening to him,
    Learned how to Love,
    as beautifully as
    their Grandpa's Poetry... !

    Listening to his Motif like words
    All the Little cubs' eyes
    got bigger. full of Glimmer.
    "Oh. someone wishes
    if she's was their to see it.."
    Him, making it for her
    Just how she wanted it to be.
    reciting them. all their poetry!
    lying on their little bed,
    His words. making them cozy
    every night, till they fell asleep...

    years and years later.
    The Cubs, their little words like a baby smell
    lying on his shoulder, Kissing on his ear,
    said gently. with a baby blabber,
    "Grandpa, you're like poetry"
    That same Mellow I whispered
    in his ear, as I fell asleep on his chest.

    And before the cubs fell asleep,
    holding their face,
    looking into their little eyes,
    said him, "I promised her way long back
    that I'd Recite you all. her poetry about us!
    teaching you all, to Love! This belongs to you
    Asking me to keep it safe until you met your Grandpa,
    She made it for you all!

    She? Who?
    He said Smiling, "your gorgeous granny"

    //Anagha Lakshmi Ajitha//

  • kau198 2w

    The story "The Game Of Life And How To Play It", Is not based on true events but the imagination of the author/narrator. This is not a biography of "Florence Scovel Shinn". But a writings how she describe her first story.

    So i m back with my first story "The Game Of Life And How To Play It".

    So let me introduce the original writer of this story "Florence Scovel Shinn". She was an Amirican artist and book illustrator who became a thought spiritual teacher and metaphysical writer in her middle years. In new thought circle, she is best known for her first book, "The Game Of Life And How To Play It".

    I m playing the main charecter of the story "Florence Scovel Shinn".

    This time i will start writing stories, still now i only wrote poems/ quotes. This is my first story so i m not gonna make it lengthy. I will post its first part soon.

    And thanks for your precious time to read it.
    Stay turned.

    ........to be continued.

    #storyteller #storytelling #thegameoflifeandhowtoplayit #lifelesson #lifeskill #lifemotivation #kausikistory

    @rhidamkapoor @nehadvn09876 @writersnetwork @writerstolli @riddhiroy280902 @udit94 @redheart @jeethurnair @jwalaa @jeelpatel

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  • sarahrachelea 2w

    Even box full of darkness is a gift too


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  • kushalaryann 2w

    A liar lies behind such beauty, Chal jhooti...!!!
    Inspired by Vihaan...
    Follow for more IG @kushal.aryann
    YQ- https://www.yourquote.in/kushalarora2
    Mirakee- kushalaryann
    #writercommunity #writers #write #writer #writersthing #prose #poet #story #storyteller #tale #tiny #tinytales #life #writersporn #wordporn #wordgasm #chai #tea #chailover #teaholic #teaaddict #writerofinstagram #instagram #instagramwriter #instawriter #khayal #hindipoetry #urdupoetry #rekhta #writersofig

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    Woh masum chehra, Woh shokh adaa,
    Uff woh aankhein cutie...
    Teri har ek smile ne,
    Mere dil se ek ek dhadkan thi looti...

    Kya kaha...?
    Woh smile bas mere liye hua karti thi...?

    Chal Jhoothi...!!!

    - Kushal Arora

  • durgesh_chouhan26 2w

    बचपन की दौड़

    बचपन का एक किस्सा
    बहुत अच्छा लगता है,

    दोस्त सारे जब इकठ्ठे होते थें
    खेल अक्सर खेला करते थें,

    गली के छौर से दुसरे छौर तक
    बहुत तेज़ी से दौड़ा करते थें,

    मंज़िल भी तो पास ही होती थीं हमारी
    मंज़िल का रास्ता पक्का हुआ करता था,

    कुछ गड्डे कुछ पत्थर भी आया करते थे
    हमारी मंजिल के रास्ते में पर हम
    उन्हें छलांग लगा पार किया करते थे,

    समय ज्यादा नहीं हुआ करता था बस
    एक से सौ तक की गिनती का अंतराल रहा करता था,

    बस मंज़िल को छू कर तेज़ी से दौड़ जाया करते थें
    हां उस दौड़ में हार - जीत भी होती थीं
    पर वो हार कभी मायुस ना किया करती थीं,

    बचपन का एक किस्सा
    बहुत अच्छा लगता है,

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  • kau198 4w

    Once I had a friend named Khushi. She was my childhood friend. We used to read in same school. She was my best friend. In the year 2018 a week ago of friendship day, she made up a plan to celebrate the friendship day in a grand way. On saturday she went to market to buy some stuffs, while I stayed at home. Suddenly my mobile phone started ringing. It was a call from an unknown number. As I received it my phone fell from my hand. I immediately ran to my parents and told the information I got- "A girl name Khushi met with an accident and is immediately taken to the hospital". Doctors told that her condition was very critical. Until she gain her consciousness nothing could be told. In the evening I was taken back to home along with my mother and aunty (Khushi's mother). I did not have my dinner. In my dark room I sat beside the window where the moon light was coming. Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulder. It was Khushi ! I was socked to see her. I had thousand questions to ask her. Without able to speak she sat beside me. She held my hands and told me I have to promise her that our friendship will never break. She then told me that anytime, anywhere she is with me. I don't know what happened after that.... My mother woke me up in the morning and told me that Khushi was no more. She left us forever. Around mid night she breathed last. I was in a mental shock. After all the condolences ceremonies, I was still not recovered. Even our parents were also in same condition. On friendship day 2018 I lost my best friend "Khushi".

    #storyteller #storytelling #kausikistory @nehadvn09876 @udit94

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    My Lost Friend