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shayariwalii · 9 months
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Pesh hai Miss You Shayari Video in Hindi for Girls. किसी लड़की को याद करने की शायरी हिंदी गाने के साथ। अगर आप एक दूसरे से दूर रहते हो तो मिस यू शायरी के ज़रिये आप अपने इमोशंस को व्यक्त कर सकते हो।
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peaceishim · 6 months
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Mujhe aksar unhi cheezon ki khwahish hui hai
jo mujhse pohonch mei door hain,
jaise ki Chaand, jaise Woh.
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komal01 · 5 months
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Main tumse ab kuch maangta nahi aye Khuda;
Teri dekar cheen lene ki aadat mujhe manzoor nahi
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his-heart-hymns · 8 months
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Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi
mun tu shudam tu jaan shudi
Taakas na guyad baad azeen
mun deegaram tu deegri
I have become you, and you me,
I am the body, you soul;
So that no one can say hereafter,
That you are someone, and me someone else.
-Ameer Khusrau,Sufi saint
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shunrehihosumedha · 4 months
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It’s the same bougainvillea glabra plant that climbs on the red walls of the department of Chemistry/Geography at Jamia Millia Islamia.
This plant is dear to me as it has blessed with such serenity whenever I had trouble with my thoughts.
Normally we all call this, Kagaz ka phul but in my language I call this;
‘उज्ज्वल बगीचों में, जहाँ रंग नाचते हैं, यह पौधा जीवंत समाधि में है।
पंखुड़ियों के साथ, बहुत भव्य रंगों में, प्रकृति की एक उत्कृष्ट कृति, पूरे देश में।
इसके काँटे चुभ सकते हैं, फिर भी सुंदरता राज करती है, हर फूल में, एक कहानी कायम रहती है।
सूरज की गर्म, सुनहरी किरणों के बीच, यह खुशी के दिनों की टेपेस्ट्री बुनता है।
पूरी तरह खिलने पर, एक ऐसा नज़ारा जो सारी उदासी को दूर भगा दे।
आपकी उपस्थिति अनुग्रह का स्पर्श लाती है, हर कोने में, एक रंगीन आलिंगन।’
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tequilatalks · 3 months
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Yeah I know she's desirable, but I'm yet to know if she's lovable 🖤
- letters I write to myself 🌸
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kisi-ka-tanku · 4 months
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तुम्हारे लिए
मैं तुम्हारे लिए दुनिया से नहीं लड़ सकता मुझमें उतनी ताक़त नहीं है मैं तुम्हारे लिए बस कुछ कविताएँ लिख सकता हूँ,  जो सारे संसार से बगावत कर सकती है - praphull
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yoursarshiyan · 1 month
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Dekh liya ‘arshiyan’ mein mehboob apna,
Khot hai nigah mein aapki, ya khuda hai. 
~ arshiyan
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theshasays · 3 months
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She said it to me while looking into my eyes with wonder :
Apni aankhai'n dekhi hai , kaisi ho rakkhi hai..
Tumne mera baad apna ye kya haal kar diya hai..
And in response, I said while avoiding eye contact with her :
Tumne jo dikhaya hai wahi haiqiqat samjhi hai maine , Magar tumne khawabo'n mai bhi mujhko behaal kar diya hai.
– Shafin Khan @theshasays
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tinyybookclub · 2 months
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The 3 Heathens: just the beginning ... (Part 1)
Alot of people hear childhood trauma and think “ wow you were abused as a kid ?” in reality we’re the product of teen pregnancy. We were conditioned by our environment to think that what we witnessed and experienced as children was normal , but thankfully we had a mom who pushed us to want more for ourselves. She put the vision in our head that we could be so much bigger than our struggles and what NYC poverty gave us. Sometimes our parents accidentally traumatize us because they dont have money.. Or they made bad decisions as a teenager.. Which definitely was the case with my mom. Her name is Christina but she ONLY goes by Tina.  ( I don't even think anyone knows my moms government name for real.) She's about 5’7 and 130 pounds , yellow as the sun , with the hottest pixie on the block. I remember dudes making Halle Berry references trying to spit game and getting brutally ignored by my mom as a kid. She always attracted a lot of attention, from both genders.. People always were inspired or influenced by my mom no matter what we went through. She grew up on the East side of Harlem raised in a middle class household as an only child.  She tells us stories about how she was a troubled teen who made her life hard all on her own by rebelling; she never once blamed her mother. My mom had my oldest brother Jared when she was 15, he’s a product of rape and my mothers good morals. He was diagnosed with autism at the age of 7. Our mom was super strict about education despite what other obstacles we went through, so Jareds regression was a dead giveaway in second grade when all of a sudden all the social skills our mother drilled in our head slowly dissipated. My twin brother Ryland and I made a pact to always protect Jared, and that we did. It got so bad in grade school they separated our schools and my mom started calling us “ The 3 Heathens”. We’re from NYC, a place where most don’t make it out. We’ve all seen a lot of crazy shit growing up and the majority of it was inside of our own home at the hands of our own father. We didn't have a mom who would necessarily neglect us and now that I’m older I understand that she had us young and was learning as she was parenting. Eventually she realized trying to keep idolizing this unrealistic idea of family with a man who was toxic to the environment and everything around him wasn't ever going to work. So no matter what trauma we’ve faced I always remind everyone she did the best she could with us, although there's times I wish she was stronger because by time she realized the ways she was  failing us .. it was too late. Too late as in , there's already trauma, broken trust and constant let downs.
As kids though, I feel like we always tried  to make the best of everything. My mom was the type of person who could decorate a whole house with dollar tree shit. It didn't matter what holiday or what her money was looking like she made sure to try and create traditions with us. My brothers and I had the craziest imaginations that would turn the NYC jungle to a magical playground and all she did was encourage us to stay innocent.  We always spent time outside in parks, riding trains, traveling tristate on the metro north,  sitting in front of buildings or simply running errands and making 1000 trips to welfare. I didn't realize until I got older that my mom only kept us out because we were living in a shelter and she wanted us to experience more than blatant poverty. That was one of the funniest things about my mom Tina . She was the bougiest welfare queen, hiding her food stamp card in stores as if she was embarrassed. That's how I knew she wanted better for us. She always said “ We will never LOOK like what we’re going through.” So we didn't. If she had to work until the sun came up she would if it meant providing. My grandma always said she had the work ethic of a man. She knew what life she wanted and she was willing to go to the ends of the earth to give it to us. Even if it meant us spending weekends with my grandma while she worked.  My grandma was there for us a lot, but by the time we were born my grandma was older. My grandma is an older lady named Treena who couldn't have children and adopted my mom when she was 40, so hopefully that gives you perspective. She helped us the best she could and my mom helped her the best she could until our grandma Treena passed away when we were 9. After that life really sucked. It broke my mom and life went downhill.
(Part 2/3 posted ✨💗)
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poeticalyx · 6 months
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Samudra-manthan ke hodh me,
Nikla wo ban ke amrit,
Danav aur devta,
Sab use paane ke liye the prerit,
Use sabhi ne lagaya shish,
Aur mai ban kar nikli jehrila vish,
Koi naa karna chaha vish ko grahan,
Par nilkanth ne kiya sahan,
Mujhe sabne usse thukraya,
Aur me chal padi uski bankar nila saya.
समुद्र-मंथन के होड़ में,
निकला वह बन के अमृत,
दानव और देवता,
सब उसे पाने के लिए थे प्रेरित।
उसे सबने लगाया शीर्ष,
और मैं बन कर निकली जहरीला विष।
कोई ना करना चाहा विष को ग्रहण,
पर नीलकंठ ने किया सहन।
मुझे सबने उससे ठुकराया,
और मैं चल पड़ी उसकी बांकर नीला साया।
Midst the tug war of sea churning,
He arised being the holy fluid of immortality,
Evil and God,
Everyone-
To have him played the game witty,
Each of them bowed to him due respect,
As slowly I, from sea, rised being the toxin of suspect,
To drink the toxin-
Each took steps back of month,
But delicately and droughtly drank by Nilkanth,
They kept me apart from him-my holy fluid,
Now I lovingly labrynth into him as his blue shadow of void.
—poetiCalyx
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shayariwalii · 9 months
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Khafa Shayari Video in Hindi for Boys and Girls. पेश है खफा शायरी हिंदी में. कोई अगर आपसे नाराज़ है तो आप उसके लिए खफा शायरी का प्रयोग कर उसे मना सकते हैं।
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peaceishim · 6 months
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"Aur zindagi bhar kya kiya hai aapne"
"Intezaar"
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komal01 · 6 months
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Qaraar dil ko sadaa jiske naam se aya;
Woh aaya bhi toh kisi aur kaam se aya
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Marne ke khwaab bunte bunte aapke duao ki ek gaanth ban gayi,
Ab kya kare,zalim khulti hi nahi.
~Shriya K .
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mukhtalif-adil · 7 months
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Tumhari maujoodgi
Garmiyon ki
Sakht dhoop me,
Bijli ke bagair
Rehne wale
Kisi gareeb
Ke Ghar me lage
Ghane darakht
Ke saye jaisi hai......
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