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  • roshnipandhi 1w

    At the end of our lives we only remember two types of people : those who give us oxygen and those who leave us breathless.

  • roshnipandhi 1w


    अगर बेपनाह मोहब्बत ना हो किसी से,

    तो जिंदगी कितनी खुशनुमा हो!

  • roshnipandhi 7w


    She was a love poem, written at 4 am in the darkness of the hour, when sleep was too far away.

  • roshnipandhi 8w

    The books in my shelf

    The books in my shelf,
    I can hear them whispering
    seems they are scared,
    That I won't open them anymore
    My diary among them spoke the loudest
    Because it's been too long,
    Since i embraced my palm.
    The ink bottle is still have
    the same essence but it's dried now
    And pens are covered by dust.
    I don't know because this wasn't,
    I ever wanted
    maybe this wasn't the stars destined.
    I let it be, it was me who choosed things,
    to let go this way.
    But today I've made this poetry,
    You must have found yourself
    between the lines.
    I wonder how you get connected anyway.
    maybe again it's me who let it this way.
    and not the stars who destined.

  • roshnipandhi 8w


    Love just happens.
    It just flows, as swiftly as water.
    It's nothing coercible, or can be forced.
    It finds it's own course.

  • roshnipandhi 9w


    Love is neither easy nor difficult. Love is beautiful. And it looks more beautiful when you're in love with the right person.

  • roshnipandhi 9w

    "Some people are artists.

    Some, themselves, are art."

  • roshnipandhi 9w

    घर बिखरने लगा,

    मकान बनता गया!

  • roshnipandhi 9w


    "I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt different, this time it felt final. Like i would never see him again, or that when i did, it would be different, there would be mountain between us."

  • roshnipandhi 9w


    I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. How you decorate your room. The way you drink your tea. How your writing looks. Everything.

    Art is the most beautiful thing in this while world. Art has no rules. Art is freedom. Art is being as to bend things most people see as a straight line.

    Art is just another way of screaming. Till death, we do art. The EARTH without art is just EH.