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A Father’s Love

 A Father’s Love His big hands reached out to me And cradled me close in bed. His comforting hands Stroked my hair and back, Letting me know that everything Will be better with him beside me. Fathers are simply irreplaceable Lucky are those who have their Father’s Love © All Rights Reserved. ©Ranjeeta …
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‘Victim’ of Your Own Vices

‘Victim’ of Your Own Vices Work; toil and repeat. Seeking excellence in all that you do Your mind forever encased In a web of thoughts Trying to clear your head is futile For every time you try to break free You get caught in the ‘Maya Jaal’* Bright moon and …
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Seek Help

Seek Help Dear Kids, ‘No Result’ is worth Throwing your life away. Feeling low or stressed, Talk to whoever you trust Seek help. It’s free. © All Rights Reserved. ©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  Atrangi Zindagi Ka Safar, 2016. Follow my writings on #yourquote From The Admin’s Desk Do you want to …
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Me & You

 ME & YOU  Meet me where Our souls dance In unison Meet me where Me and You become ‘WE’ ॥ ऊँ नमः शिवाय् ॥ Happy Shivratri to All Celebrating Maha Shiratri —–XxXxX—– Follow my writings on #yourquote From The Admin’s Desk Do you want to capture the blog world? Feel free to send in …
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A Military Wife

A Military Wife Know your past Grow in the present And preparing for the future. That’s what her life As an officer’s wife, life had taught her Her future lay next to her Softly drifting to sleep She kissed him gently And lay down cradled in his arms. Listening to …
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The Sword: Photo Fiction #76

The Sword: Photo Fiction #76 What all lies lie hidden Betwixt the words The innocent sword is at loss to know. A weapon not intended to cause a strife.   Crafted out of fire, hammer Anvil and steel Family honour and independence It strives to defend.   Single-edged or double-edged …
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When I Die

  When I Die “I can feel myself wheeze Every time you open the door And turn the keys. Small, grainy dirt Now clings to my toes. The chill of the wet cold air Chokes my throat. I feel my heart freeze Every time I cough up. The cushions beneath me …
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An Emotional Detox

An Emotional Detox Clean walls. Clean sheets. Clean cupboards. No dirt, no grime, no mess. A clean house. Everything is neat and in its place. But how I miss Those cluttered tables Broken crayons, books, clothes all strewn around Walls smeared all red and blue And all the mess you …

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