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pondering the waking dawn twilight shares its warmth the path ahead already golden an omen for the future we're creating #inkMine #poetry

Storms do not destroy, They awaken hidden strength; Fresh dawn starts to #linger. When all roads seem closed, Feel the rain upon your soul; Darkness starts melting. Through the fire of pain, The human heart becomes gold; Light was born within. #vss365 #WriteMap #OurPoetryX

There is something deeply sacred about boundaries, even though they are so often misunderstood. A boundary is not about rejection or harshness. It’s not distance born from fear or punishment. At its core, a boundary is a calm affirmation of truth — a way of saying: *this is where I stop, and you start, and I won’t sacrifice myself to remain connected.* In a world that often confuses love with availability, kindness with access, and compassion with self-sacrifice, boundaries become an act of spiritual clarity. They are the gentle architecture of self-respect. They are the unseen lines that protect the integrity of the heart. Without boundaries, love can fade into exhaustion, and generosity might become obligation. Understanding may diminish into simple tolerance of what slowly wears down the spirit. At the same time, silence can become a space where one’s own needs are quietly set aside to suit the comfort or demands of others. When someone begins to view boundaries as sacred rather than selfish, an internal change happens. The heart no longer needs to harden to find security. Instead, it gains a new kind of strength—one that is grounded, mindful, and respectful of oneself. A healthy boundary states: *I can care about you without taking on what isn't mine.* *I can love you without losing myself.* *I can understand your pain without condoning behavior that harms me.* This is not a separation from love — rather, it is a refinement of it. Boundaries in relationships serve as invisible threads that protect dignity. They allow for closeness without sacrificing identity, promote intimacy without becoming overly entangled, and help sustain a true connection without self-neglect. These boundaries ensure love remains healthy, preventing one person from disappearing to make the other comfortable. And in the wider walk of life, boundaries become even more essential. They shape how we are spoken to, how we are treated, and how we learn to speak to ourselves. Because every external boundary eventually becomes an internal one. The way we allow others to treat us often mirrors the way we have been taught to treat our own inner voice. Without clear boundaries, the self becomes susceptible to external influences. Feelings such as moods, projections, expectations, criticisms, and unspoken needs from others may seem like our own. Over time, it can be difficult to identify where our true self begins. Respecting boundaries leads to stability. The nervous system recognizes safety, the heart develops discernment, the mind achieves clarity, and the soul understands it doesn't need to remain constantly open to be loving. There is a subtle wisdom in understanding when to engage and when to step back, when to listen and when to withdraw, and when silence can be the most effective form of self-protection. Boundaries are not barriers that shut out life; they are gates that enable us to decide what we allow in. A key truth about boundaries is that they’re not solely about others; they also reveal our relationship with ourselves. As we begin establishing external boundaries, we also learn to prioritize our own needs internally. This process involves challenging old habits that push us to be less, quieter, easier, or more acceptable. Instead, we start to reconnect with a more grounded understanding: *I matter in my own life.* *My peace is non-negotiable.* *My emotional safety is something I must protect.* True healing starts when we stop shutting ourselves off and instead become whole enough that being open doesn't mean sacrificing ourselves. True boundaries don't reduce love; they strengthen it. Love that involves self-abandonment isn't sustainable, but love grounded in self-respect remains stable, transparent, and lasting. And so boundaries, in their highest expression, are not about keeping life out. They are about finally allowing life in — without losing yourself in the process. ✨🙌🏿💫

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. Play with my hair. Hold my hand. Touch me. Kiss me. I'll never get tired of you.

Polite haunting Part 8..Ctd His large hands moved over her body with reverent devotion, tracing every curve as though rediscovering a sacred map only he was worthy to read. He washed her long hair with slow, worshipful fingers.Then dried each strand by the fire..Marina looked almost otherworldly..damp skin shimmering like moonlit marble, dark lashes casting gentle shadows on her flushed cheeks. lips still tenderly swollen. The cabin had become a sanctuary. The air was thick with pine resin, wild garlic, woodsmoke and the sweet breath of rain soaked earth. Outside, mist clung to the Whispering Pines like forgotten dreams. Inside, the fire turned their small world into amber and molten gold. They drank hot tomato and herb soup from the same bowl, wrapped in one blanket, bodies pressed close, steam rising like whispered secrets between them. When the bowls were set aside, Arvind pulled her deeper into his arms. After a long, sacred silence, he began reciting their ghazal, his voice low, rich and trembling with raw emotion.. “Aaj jaane ki zid na karo… Don’t insist on leaving tonight, my love…Stay here, nestled against me. Let this night be ours alone. He drew her even closer, his forehead resting gently against hers, voice dropping to an intimate whisper filled with aching tenderness: “Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar… Chand ghadiyan yehi hain jo aazaad hain.. Life is a prisoner of time.. But these few precious hours are miraculously free. Then, with eyes locked on hers, his voice grew softer, deeper, almost reverent.. “Kitna masoom rangeen hai yeh sama… Husn aur ishq ki aaj mairaaj hai.. Kal ki kis ko khabar jaane jaan… Rok lo aaj ki raat ko… Look how innocent and beautifully colored this moment is, my love.. Tonight, your beauty and our love have reached their highest heaven.. glowing, sacred and so fragile. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, my love please…hold this night tightly. Stop it from slipping away. Let me keep you here, warm and safe in my arms, skin against skin, heart against heart, The words lingered between them like a caress..heavy with the sweet pain of knowing how rare and precious this moment truly was. Arvind’s voice cracked with quiet emotion on the last line, his fingers gently stroking her cheek as if memorizing every inch of her in case time tried to steal her away. Marina’s eyes shimmered with quiet tears of overwhelming love.She cupped his face,her thumb brushing his lips, sealing every word into her soul. “I remember every stolen night we’ve had,” she whispered “but this one feels like the reason our hearts learned how to beat.” Arvind kissed her tears away, then her forehead, then her lips..slow, deep and full of worship.The kiss tasted of rain, wild herbs, firelight and a love that had survived years of waiting. Outside,the rain softened into a lullaby among the Whispering Pines. Inside, they curled deeply into each other by the fire..bodies warm, hearts wide open, souls perfectly entwined. He loved the way she curled into him trusting, open, completely surrendered ..letting him wrap her in tenderness. His fingers wandered lightly over her skin, not claiming, only cherishing, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touched. When they lay like this, time became gentle silk. The night held them softly, skin to skin, heart to heart. She was his favorite place to rest, his secret comfort in the dark, the reason tomorrow already felt beautiful before it even arrived. In that quiet moment, something unbreakable settled between them. A silent promise bloomed: no matter how many tomorrows tried to pull them apart, this night.. this fragile, luminous night.. would live forever inside their chests. No more wandering. No more aching. Only this.. two lovers, drenched in rain, poetry and boundless emotion, falling asleep inside the living heartbeat of their ghazal.. hearts full, souls entwined, breathing the same quiet forever. #InkByKrish TBC

In Aurora’s hues, in lilac, and dew, in love, they bloomed, but before spring fled, deceived by promises of love, they died, with pain that lingered, and love that faded, but hope stayed #tethered to faith. #vss365

#vss365 She a silhouetted embodiment of poetry dances with my rib-caged-in heart Unlike a pirouetting bird I can’t set her free Her smiles & sighs #tether me to her butterfly spirit My chest stutter flutters where words should speak stolen by her rhythmic magnetism

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Good morning my people 🫶🏽

~...Don't Force LOVE Accept Heartaches Become ..More Open-Minded Forgive More Respect Differences 🤍💜 💙 Don't Judge Easily Prefer To Be Silent Than ..TO Engage IN A Nonsense FIGHT.. 💙 🤍💜 YOUR Peace ..& Happiness Depend On YOUR Inner-Self...~ #LIFE #LOVE #PEACE #HAPPINESS

Some say I’m too sensitive, but the truth is—I experience emotions deeply. Every word, whether a whisper or a wound, reaches straight to my heart. I don’t merely see; I absorb. I don’t simply hear; I carry what I hear. The joy, the sorrow, and the silence in between— they reside within me like echoes reverberating in a silent room. My heart can be heavy—open, wide, and eager to feel. Yet, it’s also beautiful—filled with depth, tenderness, and truth. Call it “too much” if you must, but this is how I love — noticing the light in the smallest things and understanding the pain others conceal. I’ve ceased shrinking to match others' comfort levels. Feeling deeply isn’t a flaw— it’s the soul's way of expressing, "I’m alive. I care. I’m present." ✨🙌🏿💫

Every light has its shadow and every shadow hath a succeeding morning 🌞 - Nicolaus Copernicus #theme_pic_India_shadows

Keep Keep me with you.. when your eyes first open to the morning, and when they surrender softly to the night. Keep me in the quiet spaces between your thoughts, in the pauses no one else can hear, where your heart speaks only in feeling. Keep me with you when the world feels heavy, when your smile fades for a while, because I would gladly carry what weighs on you, if it meant your spirit could breathe again. Keep me with you in your laughter, in the warmth of your happiest hours, but especially in your shadows, for love is not only meant for sunlight. When you feel low, lean into me. I have you.. not just in moments of beauty, but in every fracture, every cloud, every uncertain dawn. Keep me with you, not as something you must hold onto, but as something already woven into you.. a steady presence, a quiet comfort, a hand you cannot always see, but one that will never let go……

she #tethered herself to the breach of the ocean held in a single glance a brief permission of deep blue enough to keep the heart from turning inward #vss365 #poetry 🖼️ Pinterest

I accept you for the man you are I see your battles you've bravely fought I see the flaws, the human side These are not, what can define you No need to mask, no need to hide that pride My love for you is deep and wide So let us stand both strong and true Just as we are Me and you

चुम्बन कोई रस्म नहीं, ये तो दो रूहों का वो दस्तख़त है जो होठों की स्याही से एक-दूसरे के वजूद पर कर दिया जाता है। तेरा पहला चुम्बन न हड़बड़ी में था, न तहज़ीब से बँधा, बस यूँ, जैसे प्यासे को समंदर मिल जाए और वो किनारा भूल जाए। जैसे सदियों से बंद किताब का कोई पन्ना हवा ख़ुद पलट दे। तेरे होठों का छूना जिस्म की बात नहीं थी, वो तो मेरी रूह के सारे बिखरे हुए हिस्से एक साथ जोड़ गया। उस एक लम्हे में मैंने पूरी कायनात जीत ली, और ख़ुद को तुम्हारे नाम हार भी दिया। जब तुम चूमते हो माथे को, तो सारे डर दुआ बन जाते हैं। जब आँखों को चूमते हो, तो सारे ख्वाब सच लगने लगते हैं। और जब होठों को... तो लफ़्ज़ ख़त्म हो जाते हैं, बस साँसें रह जाती हैं जो एक-दूसरे में गुम होकर नया नाम ढूँढती हैं। लोग कहते हैं चुम्बन से उम्र घटती है, मैं कहती हूँ तेरे एक चुम्बन से मेरी उम्र बढ़ जाती है, क्योंकि उसमें तेरी साँसों की उम्र भी जुड़ जाती है। तो जब कभी लफ़्ज़ कम पड़ जाएँ, जब कह न सको कि कितनी अपनी हूँ तुम्हारी, तो बस मेरे पास आ जाना, मैं कुछ नहीं कहूँगी, बस मैं तुम्हारे होठों पर अपनी पूरी ज़िंदगी रख दूँगी, ख़ामोश, मुकम्मल, और सिर्फ़ तुम्हारे नाम।✨♥️ #રાધાસ્વરા #बज़्म

मेरे से पहले भी कोई थी,     मेरे बाद भी कोई होगी — तुमने प्यार को     तमाशा बना दिया, और मैं दर्शक भी नहीं,     बस एक दृश्य थी! हारी नहीं मेरी वफ़ाएँ,     बस मेरा प्यार किसी दरवाज़े तक पहुँचा,     जो कभी खुला ही नहीं था।

A Short Story – When she first met him, he was a man. But after marrying him.. she slowly met the schoolboy in his laughter, the child in his anger, and the dreamer in his silence. And she loved every version of him... #MrChauhan ❤️

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