Tuesday, October 1, 2019

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Good Night Images For Whatsapp

Hello friends and welcome to Mixing Images, I am your dear friend Vikas Yadav. Friends, in today's post we talked about Good Night Images For Whatsapp. In today's post, I am going to post some cute and beautiful images of Good Night Images For Whatsapp for you, after which you will get very happy and you will feel very good. So let's start again.

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Do not go away from me till the last stroke of the night.
Today you have to write to me on your lips.

Who should not be able to filter through the air tomorrow
In the lap of the clouds again, the moonlight withers away,
That is why to leave a surrender before leaving.
Do not go away from me till the last stroke of the night.
Today you have to write to me on your lips.

Then New Usha could not bring back the past morning,
Then no Yamini could repeat the past,
That is why you leave the memory of every stroke.
Do not go away from me till the last stroke of the night.
Today you have to write to me on your lips.

The song's existence is nothing without a singer,
The value of cultivation is nothing without a seeker,
If you want to make a pearl, I will only make oysters.
Do not go away from me till the last stroke of the night.
Today you have to write to me on your lips.

I am your silent wine, you are my poor friend,
Give honey so much today, do not remain thirsty,
Let me forget the ghost and I passed through you.
Do not go away from me till the last stroke of the night.


Met you
And I dissolve
Like in the morning
Night black
Or as in philosophical
Meaningless thing
Your sun and me
A broken star
Your rise
So I lost
Own existence.


The sun leaps as soon as the sun sets
To singardan
And the door opened as soon as the bell rang
Welcomes honeybee husband
Vyombalai with laughter
A quick cup of tea
Enters the kitchen
Talking to children cooking food while doing homework
Feeding children to the husband
Flutters in the room in the night

Wakes up early, picks up children preparing breakfast
Sends tea to husband's room
The phone picks up the vegetable and runs to the door
At the call of the milkman

The woman returns silently on every call, lost somewhere

Till the husband returns everything he saves
Refreshments

Husbands have already gone hungry
Another day becomes a mountain in his life

Keeps weeping until her husband arrives
Woman making house
As soon as the sun sets, you start preparing yourself again
Vyombalai for laughter


If long sad night
Go to a beach in the past
If the boat is full
In awe
In the world of the infant world
Woke me up in that new morning
The new curiosity of life.
On not getting answers to archaic questions
They always satirize unintelligent intelligence
Children care less Leela
Their answer is simple
Instinctively
The faith that remains in itself,
Never ever protest
With a touch of fun
Bring reverence and devotion to the truth in your mind.


Sobs
Of past time
Feelings of soft
Highlights.

Alssubah
Changing sides
Are sunny
In holes
And at night
Hangs on ur head
From branches


1. I blink eyes
Like horizon
I search for you

2. O sun of our breath!
The Ganges of breath
Is flowing continuously
Where are you drowned?


Breaking down
Whirlwind
All-day long it bounced -

The fickle wave has settled
This is the last watch of the night!

Devoted to you
Imagined vocal notes
Lost in silence

Lying on the sweet winds
Bonds are not loose
The heat of the desert
When was wet with dew

Images of melodious mania
Can't stop on the mind!

What is this life here?
There is a conflict at every turn
End of every path
Desert wander

Every open consciousness
Locked in some circles
Hurts are all happiness
The mind is in conflict with peace

Call someone here
Sleeping the whole city!
This is the last watch of the night!


The leper loses water by an opening hydrant
Maybe the hydrant gets stuck there.

Now in the city, crowds come in the afternoon and night.
Sitting like an owl in a motor car, he went coughing.

Petrol falls continuously, despite constant vigil
Like someone has fallen into a frightful feeling in the water.
Three rickshaws quickly lost in gas lamps
Like a charlatan.

I also leave Fair Lane - doggedly
Mile by mile
Stopped by going down Bentik Street to Chiretti Bazaar,
I walked in dry air like peanuts.

Madir kisses the heat of the light on the cheek.
Karsan, wood, lacquer mite, skinned smell
Together with the echoes of Dynamo
The bow of the bow is stretched.

The dead o wakes the earth.
Life keeps taunting the bow of the bow.
Shlok kept on memorizing since Maitreyi,
Raj has conquered Amar Atila (name of an ancient Sadhvi woman)
Even then, in his voice from the top of the tongue
The song sings the adorable Jew Ramani,
Pitrilok laughs, what is the song called
And who is called gold, oil, paper mines?

A few young men are walking away dressed
A red negro laughs with a pole
Briar Pipes by Hand Cleans-
By the self-confidence of a guerrilla

Like the Libyan forest.
Yet like an animal, very Vaitalika,
Actually embarrassed in clothes.



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