एक घर बाहर। एक घर भीतर। दोनों घर का मालिक बेचैन बाहर भीतर । भीतर से बाहर आ कर देखता है। कहीं नहीं अपने जैसा दिखता है। अचंभित होकर भीतर होता है। भीतर-भीतर बहुत रोता है। ©Narendra kumar

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Rain quotes messages in hindi As dawn's first light begins to creep, The storm's dark remnants fade, Yet silence through the city sleeps, In shadows soft and shade. The rain has left its gentle mark, On every leaf and stone, And though the power's still in dark, The morning feels alone. But in the quiet, soft and clear, A promise starts to rise, That light will chase away the fear, And sun will clear the skies. Electric currents, once restrained, Will soon their path renew, While dawn's embrace, unchained, Brings life and hope anew. In the dim of storm-tossed skies, Where rain-drenched whispers blend, The city's pulse, a silent sigh, As shadows stretch and blend. Electric veins once bright and bold, Now darkened, cold, and bare, A dance of drops on streets of gold, Their shimmer lost in air. Thunder’s growl, a distant roar, Echoes through the empty night, While candle flames in corners poor, Defy the endless blight. Yet in the stillness, hope’s refrain, As rain falls soft and slow, In every drop, a sweet refrain, And darkness finds its glow. ©twisha ray

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एक घर बाहर। एक घर भीतर। दोनों घर का मालिक बेचैन बाहर भीतर । भीतर से बाहर आ कर देखता है। कहीं नहीं अपने जैसा दिखता है। अचंभित होकर भीतर होता है। भीतर-भीतर बहुत रोता है। ©Narendra kumar

Narendra kumar

Rain quotes messages in hindi As dawn's first light begins to creep, The storm's dark remnants fade, Yet silence through the city sleeps, In shadows soft and shade. The rain has left its gentle mark, On every leaf and stone, And though the power's still in dark, The morning feels alone. But in the quiet, soft and clear, A promise starts to rise, That light will chase away the fear, And sun will clear the skies. Electric currents, once restrained, Will soon their path renew, While dawn's embrace, unchained, Brings life and hope anew. In the dim of storm-tossed skies, Where rain-drenched whispers blend, The city's pulse, a silent sigh, As shadows stretch and blend. Electric veins once bright and bold, Now darkened, cold, and bare, A dance of drops on streets of gold, Their shimmer lost in air. Thunder’s growl, a distant roar, Echoes through the empty night, While candle flames in corners poor, Defy the endless blight. Yet in the stillness, hope’s refrain, As rain falls soft and slow, In every drop, a sweet refrain, And darkness finds its glow. ©twisha ray

twisha ray