Daizy

books r something, which provides us with an various range of knowledge..ethics,morals, knowledge is here. Books & readers have a different kind of relationship.sounds funny ik but reality. A reader lives many life in one birth. every single it gives different experience, different interests , different morals with few imaginary world. I feel myself falling every single time for my book's.

BTW which Book do you prefer or is ur all time favourite?? U can suggest me some books too.... let's see do we have readers in zozo or not

Good night zozo family ~~~

CHAHAT
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Unki chahat mei
Khud ko fanna kr bethe,
Unki chahat mei
Khud ko unka kr bethe,
Unki chahat mei
Khud ko kuch esa
Mashroof kr bethe.
Ki unke germojudgi mei
mahool v Mahroom lage,
Unki chahat mei
Unko apna sb maan bethe
Or akhir mei,
Hume chor
Woh kisi or ko apna kr bethe!!!!

Umm as it is an adult site ofc so...
"Write down ur craziest or wildest fantasies..."gonna read them all

"As long as I focus on what I feel and don't worry about where I'm going, it works out. Having no expectations but being open to everything is what makes wonderful things happen. If I don't worry, there's no obstruction and life flows easily. It sounds impractical, but 'Expect nothing; be open to everything' is really all it is".
-----MARKETA IRGLOVA

"When everyone sleeps,the night speaks"
Do u have any memories of urs, which always rent in ur heart...?

Again someone questioned me
Why do I need to I explain myself
To each one,
Why do I always
Get wrong allegations,
I'm not miss perfect
I'm just "Me"
Let me just
Be "me" for once!
Let me live
Out of the cage....
Flying High
Without any hesitation....
Atleast for once
Let me live like
"Me"!!!

It's finally night....
The time when me & my soul
Finds it's harmony
The time
When the feeling gets
The shape of words,
The time,
When soul & moon
Get in a relation
Sharing comfort to
Eachother....
It's the time
I let myself
Introspect me,
The melody of
Cold breezy winds
Hairs floating in the air,
Touching my soul
With a pure touch
It's the time
I know myself
It's the time
When I drown
Myself in the
In the depths of
My soul

Who's he??
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"Who's he?" they whisper low,
A stranger's face, a mystery to know.

His eyes hold secrets, his smile a test,
A heart that's guarded, a soul that's blessed.

His story's untold, his path unclear,
A journey unfolding, year by year.

"Who's he?" they wonder, night and day,
A question echoing, until he finds his way.

"floating on my own thoughts "