One Day๐Ÿงก

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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 Pandey๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿค๐Ÿงก


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. ๐ŸŒž

Phone photography

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. โ˜€๏ธ

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.๐ŸŒค

A picture of sunflower

BY- Harshita Pandey

Song ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต

It was a frosty day, snowflakes terribly echoed,
I shivered alot, rubbed yellowish palms to feel warmer from inside,

A spell of a time or a quarter of seconds my eyes meets with melody songs on the opposite side of my shoulder,

A white beautiful woman sings her voice clashed into inner abdomen ,

I stand still the rumbles of snow crackling from the tree trunk,

I was dumbfounded, she was reaching to me, knocking the warm heart DOOR,

I thanked to the goddess , I kneeled down to the goddess

My sight seen heaven today ,
She was a heaven, she was that woman who serves snowflakes white cold light .

I still am I pouring sweetness onto my eardrums and my eyelids still weaving her to my dream.

My wray eyes lifted up bonfire by my dusky cold day.