ज्ञाNOHOLICS

 Hello bello readers my today's post is about a girl who is abandoned by her parents and sent to work in different places and I wish to share the story in my typical format that is poetry :) Dream of shiny light  heavy and bright but dull heart remains uptight  unable to focus tiny brain still tries persists multiple times but heart says to her your hope is a crime love is a sin  which aches her heart with a tiny pin will she be truly smiling  again ? will her heart ever trust others again ? These questions bothers me  now and then what can I do to make her heal and by  when  time's short she may go away from me  I wish I could teach  her to be free  I am not her last hope she still have time but today itself I want people to repent for their  crime  the pain they gave her  the rage for which the world blames her  May god bless her with a genuine smile and give her the strength to walk on her own even a single mile

 

 Hello bello readers today's post  is a poetry about those who over love others and overlook themselves.   SHY NO MORE CRY NO MORE AIN’T YOU THE ONE WHO DIE FOR OTHERS DON’T DO THAT ANYMORE I   SAY    TRY NO MORE DON’T ASK WHY NO MORE FOR YOU DESREVE TO BE THE ONE WHO NEED TO GET IT ALL DON’T YOU FALL JUST STAND TALL KEEP IT IN YOUR HEAD IT’S GOD’S CALL SORT OUT OPT OUT JUST HAVE NO DOUBT DARE OH DEAR SELF CARE MEANS NOT EVEN A SINGLE TEAR JUST REMOVE YOUR FEAR                               KEEP THE TRUE ONES NEAR                      Happy Lohri and take care :)

 Hello readers  wishing you all a very happy new year 🥳 

 Happy Diwali  readers 🫶🏻

 Hello bello readers :)  how are you all ?  So sorry for not writing any article for almost a year ,I went through lots of changes in this time first of all I changed my field from marketing to HR so was stuck in the basics of this new field calculating the pros and cons of this new field well thankfully I did not find it too hard as sales and marketing (it's my opinion yours can be different ) well coming back to the point wanted to write a poem for so long so here it is : New road new destination new feelings new sensation Had to compromise few things for that  but still the zeal to write did not went flat  You may say it or not but I call it  my comeback  I hope I don't receive any flack  I hope I haven't lost the warmth and charm because writing to me is like sitting with a cup of tea in a relaxing farm  I wish to write more and more  but is there any end to this constant adore I hope the era of writing does not ends because it is my sole love and it will be always the