One Day🧡

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One day when the belongings of daisy will awaken chores of inside you will find the blissful awakenings acknowledging your paths..

One day when the leftover leaves crosses by with hearts of gold they will wish morning always set aside dizziness with blooming of one step with other steps.. and the moon will shine.

One day when you will thought about scenario about pictography… pictures of all the inside beauty that day all beautiful souls will shine..

One day or the other day after the counting of days, hours minutes life will make you side by until and unless you will find that one thing you must feel grateful about..

One day when all the fears will go by when temptation will make you more humane and will lessen devil side..

One day love will shine after all the humidity sun will again smile, just push on the limits and be better with gazes that will accomplish beautiful mind.

Harshita Pandey💙🤍🧡


“Everyone and all of us Whether known or unknown… the things that we happens to see in our day to day, time to time an hour to an hour is life… and it goes on.”

The waves of the sea often enlightens by the moonlight here and there above and individual sitting by… must be with delightful heart or tearful eyes, sees the world as it goes by because Life goes on.

Treasure is this beautiful world and we are pearl as to time… that pearl might be a crown… that crown goes by and by with strength in SOUL and goodness in eyes… because life goes on.

One day we all will turn old and feeble… but with love and belief the path goes by… because LIFE GOES ON.

#gratitudeday One year being on wordpress and I have learnt so much by then. By learning lessons of life and by seeing all such posts of you all that was full of motivation that always motivated me. I’m thankful to all of you for your kind words and support. Thank you so much. Much regards, HARSHITA PANDEY 💕


Little later when December arrived I used to think all about the months that had passed by in our homes, through our window sides, on roofs with SUNSETS and SUNLIGHT and our lost Hope’s, lost dreams and lost paths have not crossed again with this competitive life. But that doesn’t mean that we have not collapsed in this same environment.

We get to learn life lessons about communication… Yes about true communication whether with our parents, elders and grandparents. And suddenly we started to think why we used to think our grandmother stories were remarkable in our hearts and surely it is story of all household we get to realize those stories were nourished with life lessons with lots of love and care.

We get to know how hard the time is if your family is with you. The day itself ends well. I always used to think what life is made of? Is it all GOOD HOURS, GOOD THINGS, GOOD BOOK or GOOD MEMORIES or it’s a trap because until you have not feel good hours or good things with good thought it does not always carry the same thing…

Life on hand that we all are living is becoming so competitive that we itself are in struggle to find who we are, what is our true side, what is that thing that makes us ‘we’ and we all are in hope that one day we will find that spark… Not usually we all think about all these? Do we.. it’s an addition that this year provided us our insights to know about who we truly are.. And in all those daily struggles that we have been now we can protect that true ‘we side’.

Sunsets, sunlights, birds, skies, clouds and rains just only appear soothing to eyes unless you have true hearts to feel and learn stories reside in all these… sometimes you can learn life lessons by being on window side, sometimes sky appears to you as large as your heart that is full of kindness and sometimes dark night do not always appears that dark because we have known someone who is struggling and still makes everyday count.

Maybe stories resides in everything… and we all are a part of it WHETHER knowingly or unknowingly. 💮🤍

By – Harshita Pandey 🕉

Your Soul Breathes kindness🦄

Everywhere above the SKIES, clouds and the lights, I rely upon the equation and solutions of life.🌻

Everywhere in the imagination or dreamsight puzzles of finding ways comes only towards looking the roots of its ground.❄

Everywhere I see the melting snow… example of good hearts flows through my mind which melts like snow and kinder light.⚡

Everywhere the DESTINATION which seeks to transform a life of its dream, dream to make every dew twinkle and bright seems correct to my sight.🍁

Everywhere clay which mixes with sands claps with a size, how emotion enriches in every individual makes the glow bright. ☀️

Everywhere you go, go with heart and true soul so that happiness alikes.🌈

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– Harshita Pandey 🕉



The world is spherical as for the objects that we see from eyes and when we feel it from SOUL the SKIES enlarges and soaks up in knowing the wings that flies , that goes and comes back to imagination or to reality this needs to look up to..
We are all created from this common thing that we are humans we can feel thus kindness which is an adhered principle is seen in our oneness … that oneness which connects us.. What is that oneness?
The oneness that we will be a catering garden so that we can shower dullness of someone with flowers, we can love to those in hatred, we can become butterflies with wings which goes towards sunlight..
Hope to this kind with another will make butterfly to sing, learn , live and give shelter to life.

– Harshita Pandey 🕉


I have learnt so many things from the Sun. Shining through the life for the benefits of others, learning to be the one form of a positive energy. 🌞

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The days that are passing by the window side knowing the frames of the world through palates of grass, garden, clouds and rains hoping that strings of future will bring strength side of oneself which was however lost in the shores where world was not aware enough to know its side, to know how to reach and find ‘you’ that ‘you’re which is a bundle of hope inside. ☀️

Hope – through the passing palate of brush from the artist side, through the window learning direction from the man’s side, in evenings filling atmosphere with clouds of winds and waves to shine… hope is a hope which binds life to be it’s TRUE friends all along lives.🌤

A picture of sunflower

BY- Harshita Pandey

A Lesson From Bird

Have you ever wondered how difficult was it for a tinny bird to trust her feathers, but once she wipes out her phobia. She was not the same as she was before. She will apprehend the universe in her own way, she can find her own destination. She can sense what liberty is. What so ever fear was within her all was faded away by just taking a small decision . Does it really happen in real life as well? Shall we start believing in ourselves? Should we start relating every situations of our life as the bird’s one?

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Duh, we cannot relate every situation of hers with our living but if it comes on believing in oneself. We should drop all kinds of terror from the highest point so that the fear from us will crumbled and it will never ever choke one’s neck.
If every person start taking the lesson from bird and move forward, trust their invisible wings, sing their own song and and seize the moment. Then everyone’s life would be filled with love. And if there is love happiness will automatically come. And where ever happiness starts existing, there will be the permanent existence of eternal triumph.

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By Harshita Pandey 🕉

My metaphor of Joy

You were the SHINING STAR of my life, whose little beam of light gives me immense energy and a charismatic charm.

Your presence was SUNLIGHT for me which diminishes the horrible zombie which was hidden inside my mind and heart.

You were the three favorite colors of mine which was SUNRISE, SUNSET and RAINBOW.

Your AURA was so divine that I don’t need to go anywhere in search of happiness, motivation and love in my life.

You were the WARRIOR KING of mine, who teaches me the perception of someone’s else does not define motive of my life and my worth.

You were the FEARLESS SOUL and your teachings helped me to fight with myself and the circumstances in the most toughest times of my life.

You were the VIVACIOUS SOUL for me, I wanted to copy everything from you but I couldn’t make that happen because the Golden heart you possess is not within me.

You were the INSPIRATION to me as I have never seen you cursing people which did bad to you. And the positive attitude of never giving up was lit.

You were the TOURCH BEARER for me who guide me that there is the most amazing gift which you can gave to anybody, anywhere and anytime that is helping others.

You were the DREAM CATCHER of mine who diverse and rectify the bad thoughts which was going around in my head.

You were the LIGHT OF MY LIFE , which creates distinction between darkness and brightness. If you started believing in yourself then all of your energies are collected at specific place and that emits the light called BRIGHTNESS.

You were the PERMUTATIONS & COMBINATION to me, as anyone can understand you whose intentions are good and has a good deed however those who are greedy, arrogant and selfish considered you as a complex creature and they can’t interpret you in n number of ways.

You were the UNIVERSE to me, I could easily discover new stars, planets, galaxies, asteroids, meteors, and a new hope as well.

You were the FUNDAMENTAL SCIENCE of my life whose techniques were implicit so well in my life.

You were the METAPHOR OF JOY to me which was the reflection of euphoria.

Instead of showing anger to God I’m very thankful to him as they had gifted me the GLORIOUS PHASE of my life which can never be replaced with anything. The knowledge which I seek from a single person like you is the wholesome definition of what life is to me. I must have done good KARMA’S in my previous life that God has gifted me a GEM like you. I can sense that there is a place like glorified heaven whenever I was with you.

Written by – Varshita Pandey

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She and her diary,
Set a perfect plot twist in the end of the story;

Her only dream to find a way back to him from the snow shades blankets in fairy tales island,
The dull sunsets in the Salty deadpool eyes of migratory beauties to wait for the night showers from the nightingale melody tunes in the midsummer days.

Her Frantic lofty troublesome eyes embrace to the perfect lunar calendar days in saints love chants,

And her diary to her endures tearful night with tremendous hopeful scarlet stars in sky,
All her seatbacks teach her to fly high and high,

Her romantic comic Romeo decorate white marble kingdom with charming spectacular lights,
To lignite all eight directions with holo effects of love.

Atop from all fairies laugh and weave beautiful binding sonnet to the children’s book.


🗒Her diary

Beyond the sprinting dancing rains


Beyond the sprinting dancing rains from the shaded through the eyes charming eyes,
Night deaf tonight, dumb tonight enhance pious warm and cold chanting with trillions unveiling stars and moon,

Beyond the sprinting dancing rains trailing all sadness of fear
Oh last rains diminished hidden terrified clouds darkness phases,

Gossiping tadpole jumping and jumping,
Crock ,crock spung up respite from lunar diary of hermits,
Holy enchantment, holy Nature spirits drowning on the droplets like a diamond .

Mood swings on a little mesmerizing cold breeze dancing high and singing high,
All dears, all fears and all gears boosting high rollercoaster rides,

Oh beyond the sprinting dancing rains, oh beyond the sprinting dancing rains
Highness rectifying allegations of fates and faiths,
Beyond the sprinting dancing rains…..


Story 😇


I chased butterfly in new morning when clam light surpass by the green grasses dews,
Alleys seems the same,
Craving funky songs mixed up all the eternity sage,
Often time and often times that alleys amazed and welcomed me for caring the one who always be the one,

Last rain ,and first rain hiding from my heart in the scarlet alley,
I wonder when he just hold on my hand, I wonder and as usual I wonder.

Night sung the purple song, I waited half more an hour,
I played Guitar on beautiful chanting under the big tree,
Thought all my chanting lightens up bonfire on the darkened streets of twin alleys,
Hope the day will arrive soon with little patch of love ,

Alleys ,alleys and alleys memorizing all the hiding rains of trains,
Alleys, alleys and ,alleys smiling all the foolishness of mine in big pictures of troublesome love story.




Long way to chase after you, inner golden eye flashing towards the lurk of glittering rides,
Flowering expostulation spreads aromas on the peddler sweeping side,
There is long way to chase after you in thunder hight,
Little difference takes prescribed form the devil’s spice recipe of life,

Beautiful shaman healer song preserve melody peace though the golden era.
This is the place where spring conceive humorous of seven stages of life,
River flows on the souvenirs of mountains top,
Beautiful compilation of Nature’s lullaby melts devil’s ship of the pride.

Eyes narrated immense stories from the ancient history of prideful knight,
Sun shines inside from inspirational stakeholder skies.

End of devil’s spice