Seeking myself in the land of worthies,
I acquired a position to be nobody.

In the bright faces with full of expressions,
I was searching for a face that belonged to me.

Leaning upon the judgments and opinions,
I made a decision that became my reality.

In a life full of possibilities,
I chose a night with the highest black opacity.

Chocking is just  word,
When silence become necessity.

Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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Pyar karna hai saral par kathin hai nibhana.
Sukh mein saath dete hai sabhi par dukh mein bedard hai zamana .

Pyar ki manzil dur hai,
kaatein biche hai Raah mein.
Kitne dil barbad hue isi pyar ki chah mein.

Barbadi ka hi nam pyar hai jamana.
Pyar karna hai saral, par kathin hai nibhana.

Jo aate hai is rah mein, bachkar kabhi na jate hai
Dekho parwane ki halat, shama pe ja jal hi jate hai.

Pyar ke deewano ka, ji ne ka koi na thikana
Pyar karna hai saral, kathin hai nibhana.


Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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Ye majar pyar ki nishani ho gayi hai.
Do dilo ko zor ke kahani ho gayi hai.

Ye majar pyar ki nishani ho gayi hai.

Do dilo ke beech mein, thi bahar kabhi
wo bahar jane kaha, kho gayi hai.


Husano pe jiski tarasti thi duniya,
sada ke liye wo, majar ke beech so gayi hai.

Aasuoon se seech ke hara kiya chaman ko jo,
wo chaman aaj bhi kahi ro rahi hai.


Bana tha pyar ka mahal jo do dil ke mail se,
raha na mahal pyar ka wo, ab masani ho gayi hai.

Ye majar pyar ki nishani ho gayi hai.


Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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One had tears in eyes,
Other had a beer in their hands,

One was in a depression,
The other was in affection,


One become a writer,
Other became the reader.



Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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We desire our love by giving flowers but we don't know what that flower want.
We love, we appreciate flower's. Only when it blooms but we never keep them when it dries.
That's the same thing which happen's in our life.We appreciate our love only when it is young and new. We feel the fragrance of love only when it is young. Why we never feel the same when our love grew old.


Nice lines said by "flowers"
{"Chah nahi mai Surbala(angels) ke gehno(jewelry) me gutha jau.
Chah nahi mai premi mala me bandhi jau."}


So, make love, give surprises when you are old because love is pure. Don't let your love dry.
Just value your partner at every stage of life.
Love is beautiful. Love never dries and become ugly.


Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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With a step on the threshold of puberty, a strange feeling begins. Some of us feel good At this time no one wants to see the butterflies in the stomach begin to fly. This feeling is an incomprehensible sense



 of nature, which begins from adolescence and lasts for life. There are permanent changes in the body in this condition. The strong velocity of hormones creates many complications at the emotional level. Different emotions of love, sensation, attachment, lust, hatred and strife come in everyone's life.

Author: Shubham Kishore
Email Id: shubhamkishore05@gmail.com
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