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19/12/2023

Title: Lost Echoes of the Younger Me

In moments of longing, I gaze at the past,
Yearning for the young soul whose joy was vast.
Once full of life, brimming with excitement's flow,
But now, I stand here, a different self I've come to know.

What happened to the dreams that once soared high,
As life unfolded, reality seemed to defy?
The path I walk now veers far from the vision I saw,
Unable to find freedom, trapped in pain's raw.

Sometimes I want to say sorry, the way is flowing
Is not in determining as you always want
A pride girl, who always adored to take her name
As she believed she can do anything in the world is now lost
I tired, I'm not in my own world

Oh, how my younger self would be disappointed,
To witness the suffering, the tears disjointed.
In silence, I weep, judged and mistreated,
Feeling lost and adrift, my spirit depleted.

Within, a void lingers, an everlasting ache,
An emptiness persistent, refusing to break.
If my younger self could still reside within,
I'd tell her she was better, the one I'd always been.

But I've changed, transformed by life's relentless sway,
Unable to reclaim the innocence of yesterday.
The chasm between us grows, wider and deep,
As I struggle to find the self I used to keep.

How I yearn to reach out, to connect once more,
To tell her all the things I've come to explore.
But she eludes me, lost in time's cruel grasp,
Leaving me to navigate this present, this mask.

Yet, I hold onto memories, moments of bliss,
When her spirit danced freely, untainted by abyss.
Though she may be gone, a faded reflection in time,
I carry fragments of her, in this heart of mine.

So, I'll honor her, the young soul I once knew,
And find strength in the echoes, however few.
For in embracing my present, scars and all,
I'll forge a path forward, rising from the fall.

Through the pain and trials, I'll seek a new way,
Knowing the younger me lives on, in her own way.
And though I've changed, I'll hold onto the core,
For within, her spirit whispers, forevermore.

Dear Younger Self, can you please forgive me 🙃💫

13/12/2023

-- Soul of Musical Instruments --

Born of a spark of divine intervention,
Drawn from the depths of imagination.
Musical instruments bear witness to soul,
Harmonies that we from the angels stole.

The melancholy wind of a distant horn,
Echoing mystery as the world was born.
Like a secret intended to be concealed,
Like a mystery waiting to be revealed.

The lilting notes of a grand piano,
Echoing as dew drops pianissimo.
Heard in the tapping of a man blind,
Inner seeing in this world unkind.

Lyrical message of a magical flute,
Hidden in the curve of woodwind mute.
As taste on the tongue of an aged wine,
A flow of waves felt down the spine.

Taut skin of ancient primordial drums,
Invading the mind as rhythm that hums.
Beating as a heart with insistent pulse,
Dancing through the jungle as a waltz.

Let us not forget to mention the violin,
Echoing sentiments eerie as twilight wind.
Brave the music drawn from taut strings,
Evoking emotion that in the heart sings.

The strumming cords of a shapely guitar,
Echoing thru a chamber as within a star.
Gentle cadence yet filled with moonglow,
As evocative and peaceful as falling snow.

The strings reverberate notes of the harp,
Plucked as teardrops inspired by the lark.
The patter of monsoon rains on a tin roof,
The harp’s elegant stature holds itself aloof.

The French horn with a feeling oh so lonely,
Beckoning homeward with its aura homey.
The horn’s call inviting us to take our leave,
Oh how our longing takes liberty to grieve.

The sounds of organ peals in a church nave,
Breaking silence in a manner bold and brave.
Pure resonance heard in harmonious cords,
Without any need to utter careless words.

The magnificence and grandeur of fortissimos,
The sadness and splendor of grieving adagios.
A symphonic whole made of such fragments,
To merge together into a unity of resonance.

Born in sub-terranean caverns and holy wells,
Sacred music to weave a web of magical spells.
Ah, the sublime melodies pass thru human ears,
Making their way aloft toward celestial spheres.

©️ Somya Baranwal
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27/10/2023

This time I can see the moon closely

Hey Beloved Luna!
They say the purest form of love, affinity, intimacy come from you.
This time close I have the moon
I ever dreamt of,
When my world is in the swoon
I never thought my heart will beat so fast with an solitude feelings again
At my Co-work place, my grace his eyes give me an ease of peace.
But A lot of apprehension and uffs! My dilapidated heart, your innocence always get disliusion.

In the dark deep thoughts, I don't know why God has built this stupid feeling in me again
The meaning of his name connected with you, oh my poor soul!
Taken my heart so away, made an exotic companionship he does lend.

Sometimes talking and sharing with him,
give a lot of peace that I want from someone's vibe
Oh close moon I'm making a companionship with you.

I maybe becoming too much mad, but this feeling and truly genuine
After a look at him, my heart, a peaceful moment
seeks his gaze, at radiant light of nature.

But sometimes in the silent shadows of the heart, remaining hidden a gentle weaver.

©️ Somya Baranwal

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25/10/2023

05/08/2023

I have to say. Freedom is dysfunctional.
Freedom is not how it looks like.
It's like stuffing yourself in an asylum
where people with wide open mouths,
Chapped lips, hollow eyes,
chord less brain
live together.
I ought to say. Its dysfunctional
but not dead.

Freedom is like the swirling blades of a fan.
It soaks the sweat from skin
and gives healing comfort.
The air crawls down from the nape
of your neck and dries your hair.
But once you try moving too close
towards it and touch it. They'll cut
your fingers, welcoming your red blood
out of your body. It pains like hell
When you lose your fingers within a blink.
I say freedom is dysfunctional.
FREEDOM IS FIERCELY LONELY.

I assume freedom like one spoonful of salt
required to bring the perfect taste
of crabmeat. It might get salty.
Who knows? After all, life is not cooked
by you. Freedom is sleeveless.
It might not look good on you.
I'm telling you.
Though at first freedom seems like a smooth plain white bedsheet decked up
with printed Jasmines all over,
it's not like that
once you get up there.
It holds waves of creases in millions.
Then, you shout 'take me home.'
I know, freedom is dysfunctional.

Freedom smells like that baby which
just stepped into it's mothers womb.
Mother swells in tears of love and care.
A longing satisfaction. Wait!
It grows there and turn
itself into blastocyst and then
the mother's pouch can't hold it.
She bleeds. She cries and the freedom
dies unborn. Freedom is illusionary.
I say you, my poet. It's dysfunctional.

Freedom is a hypocrite.
At first, it looks like a mirage of
green trees, transparent water,
Colorful fruits and lovely flowers.
Once you reach there, you'll find
this is just another wall you need to
knock off. you can't climb on it
because freedom is slippery.

Once you are into chasing
this kind of headless freedom,
trying to be with it every moment and then.
Remember this, you would neither able to get
back nor back out.

Freedom! freedom! Freedom!
running to it is the firmest handcuff
I have ever seen.
I said you. Freedom is dysfunctional.

09/07/2023

Wedding Bell is On The Way in My Family...The First Wedding Of My Generation...The Wedding of My Sister, Sorry hamare yahan cousins nahi hum bade-chhote bhai-behen hote hai to ghar ki pehli shaadi hai wo bhi badi behen ki hamare ghar-parivar pe jaise khushiyon ne chaaro or se apna pahra lagaya hai...to ye thodi si line meri Shikha Di Shreya Sri ke liye

Hamari Pyari Shikha Didi,

"The day when you will get married pata nahi how will we control our tears and emotions, waise jab se aapki shaadi fix huyi hai the sun is bathing in the world in a golden glow, and butterflies are dancing in the garden as if celebrating love's triumph. Hamare ghar-parivar pe jaise khushiyon ne apna pahra lagaya hai. Emotions swirled inside us, a mix of joy and nostalgia, the day jab hum sab aapko ek khubsurat lehenge me chand jaise chamakte huye dekhege, walking down the aisle, towards a new chapter in your life. With tearful eyes and a proud heart, we know marked the beginning of a beautiful journey for you it'll be, and our bond would forever remain strong, even you will stepped into a new family, taking with your cherished memories we had woven together."

In the golden hues of twilight's embrace,
A moment approaches, hearts filled with grace,
The day my sister shall wear a bridal gown,
Nostalgia tugs my soul, emotions abound.

A journey begun in childhood's tender hold,
Where laughter and dreams were brightly told,
Through fleeting years, side by side we grew,
In sisterly love, our hearts stayed true.

As sunlight dances on the waters calm,
I recall our giggles, like a cherished psalm,
In fields of flowers, we'd frolic and play,
In innocent moments of yesterday.

Now the hours are on the way to bid your adieu,
To a new chapter, a love that's anew,
Tears of joy, a kaleidoscope of feelings,
As your sisters will witness the joy that love is revealing.

As you will walk towards love's sacred ground,
Your hand in another's, forever entwined,
A precious bond, destiny designed.

Memories flood, like a gentle cascade,
Of secrets shared beneath moon's serenade,
Through ups and downs, we faced each strife,
A elder sister's love and shadow, the anchors in life.

The tears we shed are of both joy and sorrow,
For you didi, we'll always be there tomorrow,
A love & bond like ours, time cannot erase.

In the quiet of night, I'll wish upon stars,
For her happiness, no matter how far.

We love you a lot didi❤️💖
Shrejal Sri
Suhani Sakshi

28/06/2023

IT'S BEEN RAINING SINCE MORNING

It's been raining since morning.
Just came upon us without warning.
Now they say that it is needed to came water up.
But folks have returned early for the sup.

The sound of rain, so perpetual and persistent.
The shower, now cold and persistent.
The puddles will be get wider and bolder.
The night promises to be much colder.

The forest behind stands drenched.
I think its thirst will be long quenched after few rainy days.
There'll be euphoric moment between farmer clique
The rustling murmur of the trees getting purged and green.
Waiting for the hour when the night and darkness would be merged.

Folks will be crazy and peeping into rain with loved once.
Of a sudden we realise companionship's charm with our family.
We make sure that all have returned home
Than we'll fry fritters with hot tea
With watching rain we'll enjoy it with lots of gossips
None will left under the turbulent dome.

It'll rain hard after heavy heatwaves.
The forest calm shaken by the thunder's call.
The trees will also envy our shelters cosy.
Some of us will slip into a slumber rosy.
Peacock will stretch its wings and dance joyfully with the clouds.

I'll keep awake to listen to the rain with peaceful music.
Perhaps will discover in it a melancholic strain.
Even listen to the my complaint to myself.
And sometimes it'll make me a little bit emotional with melted eyes
And with imagination my soul will paint again those will make my lives peaceful.

©️ Somya Baranwal

28/06/2023

04/06/2023

Yesterday was full Strawberry moon, risen above the smog over the Needles … a glorious colour. This moon was at 13° of Sagittarius while the sun is in Gemini. The 13th degree was an Aries degree and called the "critical degree". The 13th degree happened when all 12 signs have been cycled through and it goes back to Aries so we can think of it as a reset.
The energy of Sagittarius brings exploration and a need for freedom/travel, on the low end of the Sagittarius energy, we have pride and need for accolades/attention.

Gemini energy is all about communication, articulation and on the low end it can mean manipulation or head games.

What does this all mean for you? Coming out of this fix Grand Cross recently many of us have had financial upsets or hiccups knowing that keeping a level head is the best best path with the Sagittarius energy, the likelihood of wanting to run away is very high! The brain power of Gemini can help you think logically about solutions.

The summer solstice is moving quickly upon us and with that comes many shifts with relationships, career, and housing.
Saturn is set to retrograde in the next couple weeks so a congruent themes of Shadows surfacing will play out through the month. Perhaps using the ripeness of the strawberry Moon is a perfect time to determine what is ripe in your life for picking or perhaps purging.

which is nothing to do with the name, and more to do with the smog/clouds/atmosphere …

“The name 'Strawberry Moon' originated from Native American tribes, specifically the Algonquin tribes, who used the name to mark the beginning of strawberry harvesting season in the northeastern parts of North America.

For these tribes, the full Moon in June corresponded with the ripening of wild strawberries in the region. It served as a useful natural indicator (or celebration?) as the time to gather and harvest the sweet fruit.”

Alternative names for this moon include Honey Moon and the Mead Moon ...

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03/06/2023

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08/05/2023

I DON'T WANT THE LIGHT TO COME NEAR

That little light startles me.
For in the dark I feel free.
I don't want the light to come near.
It's brightness I do fear.

This is cosy, embalmed darkness.
Its privacy does abundantly bless.
Here I'm lost in my own thought,
Imagination and insanity all I got.

My doubts, suspicions,
And fantasies are all true.
As the sky is essentially dark
Under the deception of blue.

In the dark I see through lies.
And hear the invisible shadows' sighs.
My instincts tell me what to believe.
That spoken words are used to deceive.

The light is an instrument of deception.
To trap people with a false perception.
The strong use it to dominate and enjoy.
My dark truths are only to annoy.

So, the light is disturbing.
It's used by liars to sing.
This darkness gives me such brilliant music
Absolutely true, original and classic.

©️ Somya Baranwal

08/05/2023

CLOSE I HAVE THE MOON

Close I have the moon.
When the world is in swoon.
In my house very old.
In a story never told.

In the dark deep,
Where shadows never sleep.
In the cocoon of the night,
Darkness shines bright.

This house forsaken.
Now by me taken.
I live here alone.
Hear the silence moan.

The full and crescent moon is my friend.
Exotic company he does lend.
Together we spend hours talking.
Deep in the night waking.

When the moon is not there.
No one this side does dare.
They say my house is haunted.
But I live here undaunted.

I may be a little mad.
But this place is not too bad.
Here I can cling onto the past.
And make the memories last.

The forces of dark don't
They just let me live free.
For in the dark I weave my story.
And in all failures I do find glory.

©️ Somya Baranwal

27/04/2023

You become like those you surround yourself with. So if you feel like a seed - look at your circle, and if they are not pushing you to be better - surround yourself with flowers who always strive to bloom and grow.

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31/01/2023

An sophisticated thriller like can make you feel aww, goosebumps, and paranoia all at once. You'll enter another realm while reading this book, where you'll start to search for and analyse yourself. The book will compel you to finish it once you start reading it.

The main character, Ruhi, is found dead on her birthday, and the police determined that it was a su***de. However, Kartik, Ruhi's older brother, who adored his sister above all others, is convinced that it was a murder. He is devastated and unable to handle the mental trauma, so he is sent to a treatment centre. After seven months, he is released, and he is trying to start a new life and recover with the help of Deepika, his elder sister
Stand By Me is both a murder investigation and a test of a brother's resolve.

First of all I never read a book of , but one day walking at a bookstore “ Chinchwad Area Pune" I found this interesting book. What an incredible storytelling, idea, and plot. Very good job was done in portraying the characters. The development of suspense involved every single character in some way.

You'll be engrossed in the narrative throughout.
You'll feel happy inside and all your other feelings will drain away.

The book's final page is filled with mystery, which begins in the first chapter! writing has a way of making the protagonists seem like someone you truly know since it makes you understand them so well. After that, it makes you feel as though you were present for all of those moments as you laughed and cried with them.
The murderer is who? What was his purpose? How did Kartik identify the killer? Read this gripping thriller if you want to learn more about it.

So take a deep breath and a cup of coffee and experience a roller coaster journey of life, mystery, secrets, interrogations, beliefs, trust and shocking revelations. The author has described all the characters very well for the readers to understand it nicely.

05/01/2023

A flower girl lost her petals

A wind racing in her street...A storm of red stain in her head which is flowing from that haunted night she will never forget. She always try to forget this as a nightmare but she fail always.

It is like an anxiety for inner she which pushes her inside a trauma everyday, she tries possible to possible handle herself but she cannot handle the pain of breaking inside her everyday.

She never forget that event of another metro that she has joined in a business event, she will never forget that evil face which always come infront of my face. His er****on was my destruction, his pleasure was my pain...I always think why a man can't control his sensuality...it's never easy to handle such things...

Dear men,
Do you know how her blooming and beautiful petals falls apart with every stroke. With externally she seems whole but interanlly he created a hole. A hole that she will spend her whole life trying to find her a way out of. How can a human do this...do you ever think about your own sister/mother/wife/daughter.

His ej*******on became a shame/an anxiety/a stress/a depression for me to live in. While he felt fulfilled she felt empty with flowing rivers of blood. Because someone came in her life to stole her treasure and he got success. She was left feeling valueness with lots of anxiety, pain, melt eyes, trauma and a pain in my heart.

Not wanting to let the world know that
Some man invaded her sacred place.

Literally If tears has colours on her face would be a red river. It sounds like a mere phrases, but it left her with the pain unerased, It has made her cursed, about the day when she born...exact this happened with her in her birthday month around 1 week before of her birthday but she always try to keep herself stronger, she celebrated her birthday with her mates, she enjoyed in people but after all what when she cry and shattered.

But slowly she will blossom 🌼 again

05/01/2023

A flower girl lost her petals

A wind racing in my street...A storm of red stain in my head which is flowing from that haunted night I will never forget. I always try to forget this as a nightmare but I fail always.

I remember that event of Mumbai that I have joined as an influencer marketer, I will never forget that evil face which always come infront of my face. His er****on was my destruction, his pleasure was my pain...I always think why a man can't control his sensuality...it's never easy to handle such things...

Dear men,
Do you know how her blooming and beautiful petals falls apart with every stroke. With externally she seems whole but interanlly he created a hole. A hole that she will spend her whole life trying to find her a way out of.

His ej*******on became a shame/an anxiety/a stress/a depression for me to live in. While he felt fulfilled I felt empty with flowing rivers of blood.

When I told my mother about once she felt down but she's very strong as I live solo in this strange city...she always says "Beta, ab jo hua usko hum badal nahi sakte, but you are our strong girl, some people inspire from you to tum phir kaise kamjor pad sakti ho", tumhe haar nahi maanni chahiye, jaise bhi ho us anjaan shehar mai hame aane mai time lagega, par hum tumhare saath hamesha hai" exactly on that time my parents come to meet me in Pune, I was crying to see my parents but mumma has taken my head in her lap told "Babu, You are our brave girl" with their support I finally got success to give him baculine. When he caught up...was constantly being said "He did it by mistake"

Mistake what mistake- what i lost i will i get back?? No Man, It's not a mistake It's a blunder.

Not wanting to let the world know that
Some man invaded her sacred place.

Literally If tears has colours my face would be a red river. It sounds like a mere phrases, but it left me with the pain unerased, It has made me cursed, about the day when I born...exact this happened with me in my birthday month around 1 week before of my birthday but I always try to keep myself stronger.

But slowly I will blossom 🌼 again

29/12/2022

WITH THE PASSING OF EACH YEAR

With the passing of each year.
One dream becomes even more dear.
That I want to go back to the past time.
I believe that some ruins do ever last.

Just before the twilight sets in.
And the sun becomes fragile and thin.
I like to return to a place old and warm,
Where the passage of time couldn't diminish the charm.

Just to have candy with the living and friends.
Nod and smile at words said and unsaid.
Sit huddled by the familiar fire,
Of same old memories never quite tire.

Love to see the darkness descend.
The snow fall relentlessly and the chill ascend.
Smell the delicious broth in the kitchen.
Get a whiff of the numbing rain.

Sometimes time knocks at our door.
Of the cold his limbs become sore.
I offer me success in some another way.
Request it to be slower and be great achiever.

Time says, "Why don't you tired yet?"
I say, " For me the dream is never gone, I'm hunger of a great success."
"I have kept my soul locked somewhere with my dreams.
Till the time I become a part of the constellation." "I will write my success" in my diary

Now at 20 and plus some years.
With shades of shadows and frowns of fears,
I still yearn to hold on the my dreams and never tired to earn the dream success .
For me it is something that will everlast.
It is something that will be with me till my last breath.

©️ Somya Baranwal

19/11/2022

"You're a man, you shouldn't cry!
Bring your musculinity in use.
Don't show your freakin' scars to everyone,
'cause men can't be victims of domestic abuse."

Dear men, we all grew up
hearing this old cliché 'bout you
and if you are an anomaly in all the macho men,
I'm undoubtedly with you.

There's no need to have big- broad shoulders,
black brogues and a gym fit body.
Instead, give a cold shoulder to
the so called fait accompli
and be a maudlin n' not a gaudy.
You're a man, so cry loud today!

You can obviously go through angst,
You can cook better than a woman,
You can shed off tears in public,
'cause that doesn't make you a woman,
It makes you a man, a gentleman.
You're a man, so cry loud today!

Don't just have a loud voice dear,
but you can also live loud.
You can be a better single parent,
on which your children will proud.
You're a man, so cry loud today!

Do any dance form you like by heart,
and don't ever beat around the bush.
Wear the pink colour and choose belly dancing,
Forget the definition of a man and don't go with the rush.
You're a man, so cry loud today!

I'll ask my little brother,
that it's okay! It's okay, to cry!
It's okay to show your emotions,
if your girl best friend is havin' periods,
Just go, n' wipe her tears, boy!

You'll become a man someday,
and when you'll cry,
I'll proudly say "that's my boy!"

You're a man, so cry loud today!
Live loud today!

©Somya Baranwal

Happy men's day to all the b'ful souls out there

16/11/2022

OF JAGGED INCONSISTENCIES & BROKEN WAVES

I am lost.
not lost in this physical world,
but lost within my self.

There are parts of me that I hid
behind the masks that I selfishly stole from many characters that never even existed at any point in my life story.

As so, like the broken mirror that clings forlornly on the dilapidated walls of these four-cornered space,
A casted image of mine is split into a thousand pieces.
A thousand pieces that could be me, but is not truly me.

I am yet to find an image of what I thought myself would be.
I try finding it:
In the jagged inconsistent lines of proud mountains.
In the abstract forms of the fleeting clouds passing my horizon.
In the adorned window panes of houses that each tell different stories.

But all I could comprehend was that the proud mountains who stood tall in silence; speaks majesty.
That the wind that caresses me whispers freedom in its every breeze.
That the dark sky with millions of its dazzling lights, they dance invitingly.
That every window of the houses that I selfishly peer into is like open-ended stories for me.

I have not seen myself in the face of others.
For as long as I can remember, I have always tried to find myself in the temporary people that I meet.

Call it selfish validation,
But I must get lost.
Not lost in this physical world,
But lost within my self.

I'll try to give in to the night and delve into the deeper parts of me that I have yet to discover.
Maybe in that depth of my inner workings;
I might see myself having the jagged lines of proud mountains.
My space feeling like the vast open sky;
both in its cyan color,
and in its magenta allure.
My soul, formless, like the ocean waves that sway gently.

All of the things I try to seek before my eyes will be found; as soon as I give in to the waves.

©️ Somya Baranwal

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She allowed herself to express she, the way of extracting or simple to express. She'll still she. She's complex, an equivocal no one couldn't possibly solve, she's number of stars with infinite values, infinite shine, infinite possibilities. She's spectrum of colours, who's not limited to only blue and pink. She's in process to make her flaws so wait until the construction is finished. #reels #reelsinstagram #reelitfeelit #reelsvideo #thoughts #quotes #quotestagram #quotestoliveby #quotestags #quotestags #thoughts #she

The Synergy between you & your devotee enchants the world in every motion❤✨ . . #reelkarofeelkaro # #reelitfeelit❤️❤️ #reelsinsta #reelslovers . . . #wordsofwisdom #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #wordswithqueens #quotesdaily #quotesaboutlife . . . #kanha #krishna #krishnaquotes #krishnalove #krishnastatus #radhakrishna #radhe #kanhaji #devotee #faith

Looking at the moon tonight I'm singing lullabies to the air I'm no longer here like I was To listen to the words You said were dreamy My breath fogs as I spoke each word You said I looked like the most beautiful creature at night under the moon Yet why I cannot become the moon for my dark world now? Tears flowing endlessly This moon comfort me & give me shine It just pains me to think Why I haven't tried yet Under the twilight I use to feel all mine Now it's turn of mine for prove The hand that have to hold many hand Because those give me their love & embrace so delicately My life that fulfill with dream, tears & toxic of issues How can I forget it all Now my face have see those dreams in reality so perfectly How can I forgive this bitter one I just want to wish he'll be happy always in his life Someone told me I shouldn't regret something I've seen from my childhood I hope I have to take the revenge with love Still I can say we're connected with him & he's our life root. #happy_spot #somyabaranwal

Mon homme, mon bien-aimé mes prends mains maintenant avec toi et complète moi avec ton suffle, parce que je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aimerai ❤🤍 Raaz❤🤍

She's an introvert, who is in nature's beauty convert❤🤍 . . #aestheticsumi #somyabaranwal #happy_spot #aestheticthoughts #poetryofinstagram

Just as for every human being, one becomes the priority a particular life, In my life you have become my priority. . Every moment is delight when we spend time with each other like a sparkling light in darkness . You are a perfect & better soul & you make me better day by day people noticed I got love, I got praise but I wanna say you I got butterflies with you . . Now my life has become pleasurable & beautiful journey with you #aaru 💛🤍 . . #love #somyabaranwal #friends #friendship

In simply & frankly when I heard the feeling of your heart, I really conquered the whole world & at that time you are become magic & miracle of my life ✨🤍💛 . . . This one for you #Aaru you have told me about your feelings at a bad time that time I feel sad but happy too, I had tears my eyes were melt🥺 . . . But Now I wanna say I don't need another guy just be happy with whom you want. . . #somyabaranwal #happyspot #love #life #dream #you

No matter how much I try, he always considers himself very weak, every time he takes himself negative. Even if there is something in common between us, it is always right for me and he feels himself wrong. But why do you get it wrong, even though there may be silence in your heart, there is still noise in my heart. Why are you here and your emotions elsewhere. I agree that you are looser, but see for yourself. I know you are a little emotional but you love yourself. There is no doraemon in my life but there is a Nobita who has not understood herself. You do not want to talk about it, but now you do not see me mentioned in your words. Tell me how I will be happy without you, you say that you are bad, but as you are my true friend. The door between you is a little raw, but it will not break, this is also true. But remember one thing, no matter how much anyone decorates a floor, it is definitely shattering, it needs your help to decorate it and re-tie it. There is a third emphasis among us right now, I am not there to be like her. That girl who threatens you, but in my journey, I have not only wanted to support you in these hands, but have shown you the way to the floor, so you have also taught me to support someone. Do not want to leave you on the raw track of this road. I believe you are imperfect, but you have made me perfect, even if you can live for that girl's happiness and your emotion, only one thing to remember that but never forget that self love is most importantin world & also remember that Tu nobita hai bhale do ka par Teri shizuka koi aur hai Bhale hi Teri Shizuka tujhse dur rahegi par uski life koi Dekgi-sugi nahi aa paayega dreams to mere rahege par Mera saath har pal Tera yaad nibhayegi . . #happyspot #somyabaranwal #love #friendship #forever

Dear Nobita & Shizuka🙂 Best friendship is never can be best feelings, it just the fear of losing each other. So be just like friend always coz friendship never can hurt you but feelings can. 🤍🙏🏻In friendship be always forever for each other support each other like you both do.

just wanna fly in the sky #aestgeticthoughts #words #happyspot #swing #life #discover #dream

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