(Please Read In The Caption)

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We are given this moment.
To hold gently.
To fill with meaning.
and then let go.

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Bubbles

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The Chair Of Time
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The bird is a dear friend of the window.
It sat by the window, and sang.
The gracious melody of the bird overpowered the plaintive surroundings.
For it sang of love.
The window was restless. Tempestuous winds create havoc and destroy everything inside.
Destroying everything that is positive. Everything that is pure. Everything that is happy.
But,
The bird's song is happiness. The sun rays which are crossing its threshold, complement this happiness. And all of this makes the window happy. The beings passing by the window are touched by this blissful play of nature.

What if the bird leaves?
What if the soul leaves?
The lively window loses its life,
The bliss is replaced with misery.

The bird is ephemeral.
The bliss is ephemeral.
The window stands alone.
It witnesses the multitude of birds passing and sitting by it everyday.
None of them sang as soulfully as the old bird. The changing species, the changing melody, the changing beauty, haunted the window, for transience can never be a thing of beauty.

Now the window is ugly.
Ugly by the ever altering companionship.

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MEMORIES TREASURED
Beautiful moments,
Flitting past like a breeze,
Fly away quickly,
Leaving memories to appease.
Like an eagle soaring,
They disappear,
Leaving us longing
For what was near.
A precious treasure,
Lost in time's vast sea,
Moments of joy,
Forever are here to be.

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झोंका

जो ढह गया एक झोंके से
वो महल था ताश के पत्तों का।

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When I shuffle off this mortal coil, the last thing I want echoing through the halls is,
"Wow, those pumps were killer!"
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Ephemeral finery fades with the final breath. True treasures are the indelible memories
we leave behind.
🤍

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Transcient Desires

All that we ever long for, so pleasant,
Disappears at life's furthest shore.
Calm weather precedes the storm's approach,
Dark clouds gather, silence to reproach.
Dreams dissipate with the light of dawn,
Good times briefly linger before they're gone.
Pride often leads to a sudden fall,
In life's ephemeral moments, we find it all.
Amidst life's changes, we learn to see,
The beauty in life's transience, ephemeral spree.

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Your inspiring deeds,
they aren't ephemeral.
They cleanse your karma
and soul for upcoming births..

Those ephemeral moments
of smile and embrace spent
with an orphan will be best
memories for future
numbness..

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