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15/09/2026

How lucky your shirt is,
to stay wrapped around your neck.
And those little drops of sweat—
I’m jealous of them,
because they get to rest on you
while I’m so far away. 🥲
I don’t even know who you are,
but somehow, I know…
You’re mine. ❤️
— Yaadon Ka Ghar

25/07/2026

Your heart and mine beat in the same rhythm. Perhaps we were made for each other. Strange, isn't it? I've never seen you, you've never seen me, and we don't even know each other's names. Yet, somehow, our souls feel connected.

11/07/2026

came before the Lord and whispered,

“What can I bring to You?

Take these wounds hidden within my heart,and receive them as a holy sacrifice.

What gift remains in my trembling hands, O Lord?Come and make Your dwellingwithin the ruins of my soul.

Let every breath I breatherise before You like fragrant incense.

The world turns away from me,teaching me its laws and judgments,but gather me into the shelter of Your arms.

Others bring treasures,crowns, and offerings of gold,yet I have only my weakness to lay before You.Count it as precious in Your sight.

And here, within the warmth of Your embrace,I pour out my sighs like a silent hymn.Receive my sobs as songs of worship,and my tears as drops of sacred myrrh.

The prayers my lips could never utter,hear them in the language of my heart.

For I have no riches to bring,no beauty of my own to offer—only a broken spirit,a longing soul,and a heart that aches for You.

Take my scars,my tears,my sighs,my weakness,and my love.

Let them rise before Your throneas the sweetest offering I could ever give.

And if all I am is broken,then let my brokenness be my gift to You.

11/07/2026

My prayers burn like lamps in heaven’s courts;
I hold this faith within my heart—
surely, You will come.

21/06/2026

My wounds, my wounds were very deep,
But deeper still was Jesus' love.
I wondered, Who will see them?
Who will understand my pain?
But Jesus touched them with His hands.
Look, look! The moment Jesus touched them,
Tiny buds of hope began to bloom.
Now my wounds no longer bring me pain;
Instead, they give courage to others.
I no longer need to hide them.
I no longer need
To erase them.
For the scars that once reminded me of suffering
Now remind me of His healing love.

11/04/2026

School me lunch time par lunch box khol kar khana khana dosto ke sath or ek dusre ke tiffin me jhakna ki aj tu kya laya that was the sukoon.,.🤗❤️

11/03/2026

मेरा भी अपना घर होगा
मेरा भी अपना घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ पर गिलहरी की आवाज़ और चिड़िया का घोंसला होगा,
मेरा भी एक घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ की रसोई की खिड़की बड़ी सी होगी,
उसके सामने कई पेड़ होंगे जहाँ से ठंडी-ठंडी हवा आया करेगी।
मैं वहाँ पर गिटार बजाया करूँगी,
कविताएँ लिखा करूँगी।
मेरा भी एक ऐसा घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ के आँगन में चिड़िया ची-ची किया करेंगी,
कोयल सुंदर सुरीली राग सुनाएगी।
मेरा भी एक ऐसा आँगन होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
मेरे घर के सामने एक सुंदर फूलों की छोटी बगिया होगी।
उसमें मैं अलग-अलग रंगों के फूलों को देखूँगी
और उन पर भँवरों को थुमक-थुमक बैठते हुए देखूँगी।
मेरी भी एक ऐसी बगिया होगी जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
मेरे घर में एक रसोई होगी जिसमें मैं अपनी चूड़ियाँ और पायल खनकाऊँगी,
और अपने लिए कॉफी बनाऊँगी,
और अपने दिन भर की थकान मिटाऊँगी।
जिसमें मैं आराम पाऊँगी।
मेरी भी ऐसी रसोई होगी जिसमें मैं ईश्वर का घर पाऊँगी।
मैं एक ऐसा आशियाना बनाऊँगी
जिसे मैं अपना कह पाऊँगी।

11/03/2026

My Own Home
One day I will have a home of my own,
a place that I can truly call mine.
There will be the sound of squirrels
and nests of little birds.
The kitchen window of my home will be big.
In front of it there will be many trees,
from where a cool and gentle breeze will come.
I will sit there, play my guitar,
and write poems.
Yes, I will have a home that I can call my own.
In the courtyard, birds will chirp happily
and the cuckoo will sing its sweet songs.
I will have such a courtyard
that I can call my own.
In front of my house there will be
a small and beautiful flower garden.
There will be flowers of many different colors.
I will watch them bloom
and see the bees dancing around them.
I too will have such a garden
that I can call my own.
In my home there will be a kitchen
where my bangles and anklets will softly ring.
I will make coffee for myself
and rest after a long day.
In that place I will feel peace,
as if it is the home of God.
I will build such a nest of dreams
where I can proudly say—
This is my own home. ,( just now i wrote)

24/02/2026

Let me become your fragrance
and scatter softly upon your clothes —
say yes…
Let me turn into a string of pearls
and rest close against your throat,
let me kiss the gentle pulse beneath your skin,
do not refuse me…
As winter dewdrops
rest quietly upon rose petals,
let me linger upon your lips the same way —
do not deny me…
And let my breath
rest close to your heartbeat,
losing itself in its rhythm. I love you Jesus ❤️

24/02/2026

इत्र बनकर तेरे वस्त्रों पर बिखर जाने दे,
मान जा…
मोती की माला बनकर तेरे गले के पास सजने दे,
और उन धड़कती नसों को चूमने दे,
मना ना कर…
जैसे सर्दियों की ओस की बूंदें
गुलाबों की पंखुड़ियों पर ठहरी होती हैं,
वैसे ही मुझे तेरे होंठों पर ठहर जाने दे,
इंकार ना कर…
मेरी साँसों को
तेरी धड़कनों के पास ठहर जाने दे,
उन्हीं लयों में खुद को खो जाने दे… prbhu yeshu apke charno me ❤️

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