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My daughter is my very own angel❤️

My daughter is my very own angel, With a beautiful heart, She comforts me, She loves me, She know how to have fun, She is joy of my life👼 I am very blessed to have her in my life In such tender age she understands my emotions She is very special, I adore her, I…

Thursday Photo Prompt : Renewal

When we open our eyes in this world, Everything looks fascinating and beautiful, At our growing age, we are in the constant process of renewal. As we grow in size and age, we get trapped into constant chase of our desires and wishes, which leads to ego and obsession. It is time for us to…

Thursday photo prompt: Setting

Among all other feelings, love is only emotion that ties stranger in life and evolves happiness. And happiness is like shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life. With love, This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Setting curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. _________________________________ Feature Image Courtesy:…

Beneath this system of Knowledge!!!

How often do I connect the world outside with the world within? When will I see that which is yet to be seen? I learnt from experience’s and events of society, There are so many dimensions to each experience, If I am able to see beneath this system of knowledge, then only I can be…

Thursday photo prompt : Onward

There is no time like now, No place like here. So from now onwards, let’s believe in magic, Magic of accomplishments, Magic of dreams, Universe loves magic. Magic of believe. So, why wait? Why you are not taking step? Do what you believe in, Now is the time. With love, This is a response to…

Thursday photo prompt : Untrodden

All along the untrodden paths of the future, holding and hiding the sun of dreams in my palms, I keep on moving. December evening, thousands of needles they pierce through the body, but I keep on moving. Life is incessant, only forms change. Fauna and flora, nature…. Everything is in a continuous change, so I…

Thursday photo prompt : Hidden

I can hear clearly when I am surrounded by timeless river breeze… Always looking deep into the skies, One wonder’s what I use to write. It seems hidden memories of time gone by, a poignant evening set in. During hours of darkness, fairies arrive. Not seen by many, they stay all night, In the pure…