Art is a medley of truths and silly things. A tapestry of useful sins. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER - DEDICATED TO Hayley June Brooks
"Wisdom is a river, flowing through the landscape of our thoughts, carving valleys of understanding and mountains of insight."
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If you are saying that god or any Bagwan come to earth and kill you then it is wrong imagine bhagavan khopley aam apna karya tannra mantra yantra mata kar pura paschim otar daksisn bandh purey vishav ka nirmaan kar chala jaata hai katputali ki tarah nach hai kya hawa tum log mandir dharm varam banatey ho
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Phichali wali ramayan Mai vanar mere lanka thera door ram naam se kiye par abhi jananu na January June ley chaley patal.chopies
Aghori mhabharamnad
Jan janam
Feb javani
March Monday
April startday
May Monday
June Shani var
July holiday
August Muni eklavya vanvar
September month mouth shut
Otuber old
Navmber ready to pack Shani varkana
December cold death
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Narak youni kisi ko nahi pata bas ek insaf hai.
Jisko bhi leyna hai wha aata hai
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Ek bar Jo vartalap Hui ravan or hanuman ji ki ki tum toh maya se chil niley gai ho das baney ko mara bararan bali hunuman
Maata mantra tantra havan hoa shif mere liye anant Kaal
Jai patal Devi
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Agni deney sey unke paap bhi upne upper ley chaley jaate hai I want to ask modi ji did I am A not a kind person.hole world knows me tell why to scared.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Imran Niazi me bhi tumhari tarah katora lay kar Zafar Khan sahib say bheak mang raha Hun leykan ye aik rupiya bhi NAHI day raha.
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"Some say 1984. Huxley more likely!" from the poem "New World Order" by Max Sebastian Burchett
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I would rather walk down a path with unknown animals, than walk down a alley with unknown humans.
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Ye kaisa country hai jahan gali nikalna to jurm hai leykin murder karna allow hai.
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Khabees shaks ka zaban to metha hota hai magar Dil Dil mein bugaz wa adawat rakhta hai leykan saaf Dil insaan zaban ka karwa hota hai magar Dil ka saaf shafaf hota hai aur Dil mein bugaz nahi rakhta.
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Jo log barrister fahad malik jesay shaks ka khon kar saktay hain aisay log kisi ki bhi jaan lay saktay hain..Agar tum logon nay zulm kay khilaf Awaz buland nahi karni to mat karo leykan mujhay sirf itna bata do Akhir tum Awam nay aisay logon ko sir ankhon par kyun bitha rakha hai???
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Me Iqrar ul hassan ko tab maanu ga jab ye underworld mafia donz Kay khilaf awaaz buland karay ga aur mein ye bhi Janta hun Kay ye aisa hargiz nahi karay ga kyun Kay is ko apni jaan bari pyari hai.Ye media walay Sirf Zaheer jesay kamzor logon Kay khilaf bhonkna jantay Hain leykan powerful gangsters Kay samnay baron baron ki patloon geli ho jati hai..
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Me marun ga kutay ki moot leykan jeon ga gedar ki Zindagi.
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Behla Phisla kar leyjana abduction aur zabardasti leyjana kidnapping hai.
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Life comes in phases, sometimes you are artistic, sometimes not, sometimes you are at your peak and sometimes you are in the depths of a valley of grief and sorrow. Phases pass, trust in this and you will live a life of serenity.
Andreas Simic
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Pistol kay zoor say daraya dhamkaya aur jaan say mara to ja sakta hai leykan kabhi bhi apni izat nahi karvai ja sakti.
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Shair laakh bahadar sahi leykan khata sowr hi hai akhir ye bhi haramkhor hi nikla.
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"to know me is to learn about the way I thought"
~ shirley
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Size doesn't matter moli kitni bari hoti hai leykan jhag sirf kheray say nikalti hai.
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A picture means nothing if there was no moment. - Nyasia Wiley
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"Non pressured creative writing assignments maybe for extra credit should spring board healthy discussion during class," said Austin Macauley UK author Marc O'Brien, "not only will this be a relaxed easy good grade time but allowing the students to release emotion will only build trust between their peers."
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12. Poetry is a child happily playing, a mother joyfully singing and a father blessed to have and so very dearly appreciate loving both.
Robert J. Lindley
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11.Poetry is a colorful bird, in heavenly flight to a paradise that awaits man's sincere pleading heart and desirous spirit.
Robert J. Lindley
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10. Poetry is ink blotted, soul driven splashes that cry to be read, beg to be understood and unabashedly sings to give to its readers.
Robert J. Lindley
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9. Poetry is brightly sent musical notes that heart sees, mind colors and spirit longs to record.
Robert J. Lindley
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8. Poetry is man's heart and soul uniting to bless others, while temporarily shielding searching souls against this dark world's poison tipped arrows.
Robert J. Lindley
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7. Poetry is glistening dewdrops falling upon virgin ground to gift dawn's hope and night's desire to match brilliance of falling moonbeams.
Robert J. Lindley
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6. Poetry is cherry blossoms, crying for the soft, cool winds to wave their beauty to the awaiting sun and the gasping skies.
Robert J. Lindley
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