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Hello, my glamorous readers, I'm Diya Alwani, your go-to buddy for heartfelt expressions on this blog. Think of me as your virtual confidante, sharing my thoughts to touch your soul.🤍
 Hey there, hang on – no lengthy intros, I promise! Just a quick heads up about the heart and soul of this website you're exploring. Let's dive in!  💗



Translate: Absolutely, my dear readers! Your preferences matter, and I've got something special for those who enjoy reading in their native language. Just follow these simple steps: Click the three-line icon(Hamburger Icon) at the top left, then gently swipe up a bit and tap on the translate icon. Voila! You'll be greeted with a brand new website, all beautifully translated into your beloved language. Enjoy the seamless reading experience! 🌍🌟

Ever wondered how this website works❓ Well, let's skip the formalities and get straight to it! If you're into blogs and life-related musings, hit up the "BLOGS" section in the navigation bar. If short poetic bursts are your thing, the "POEMS" section is your haven. Already got a topic in mind? Head over to the search panel at the top right to find just what you need. Enjoy the exploration! 

For a deeper dive into the website, simply click on the three-line icon (hamburger menu) at the top left corner to unveil the sidebar. There, you'll find a treasure trove of options to explore and navigate through. Happy discovering! 🌟

Absolutely! To make your journey smoother, just give those underlined italicized words scattered across the website, a friendly click. They'll whisk you away to specific pages, making navigation a breeze.✨


My mission is simple yet profound: as I pen down my innermost thoughts to connect with yours, I aim to awaken a genuine sense of mysticism within you.  I aim to ignite a spark of mysticism within each of you through my words. As I write straight from my heart to yours, I hope to create a connection that feels as real as a heart-to-heart conversation.



Let's talk about some of my absolute favorites that have found their way into the spotlight: "The Cage" "Beleza," "The Nox," "Aura," and "Harmony." These pieces are like the jewels in the crown of my creative journey. [SECRET: Click on the underlined words to directly read the write-up :) ]


Delving into life-related subjects, I craft articles and poems that not only tug at your heartstrings but also present reality through a positive lens. .You'll notice that my writing carries a touch of mystique, adding an extra layer of enchantment to my musings that further adds depth to my expressions.


Curious to learn more about the girl behind the words? Just head over to the "AUTHOR" section, where you'll find a bit more about my adventures in the world of words.

Intrigued by my recent works?  you'll find me pouring my heart and soul into posts on : UPDATES


If my words have resonated with you and made you smile, I'd be over the moon if you could share your experiences on "TESTIMONIALS" section.

Let's make a deal: I'll keep pouring my heart out, and you, my amazing reader, can keep soaking it all in. So, why not take this connection a step further? Subscribe to my blog and let's continue this journey of heartwarming exchanges and insightful conversation to remain engaged with the fresh brew of content.


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Exciting events await on the horizon: Hold onto your hats folks – some seriously exciting events are coming up! Get ready to dive into some really crazy content. Happy Surfing!!

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Born to weep, after a dream?

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Why Are they happy  when the son is born, born to oppress and leaving her forlorn? In a world  where freedom's song was sung, She wonders why  her voice feels so unsung. Years of independence,  yet still in chains, Her safety questioned,  her dignity stained. In uniform or clothes deemed too brief, She faces fear,  not finding relief. Age is no shield  from a cruel hand, Was freedom just for men,  she can't understand. Blamed for walking  in the dark of night, While sons roam free,  their wrongs in sight. Not even safe  in the place they’ve grown, She asks,  where can she safely roam? Taught to know a touch  that's pure or vile, Yet who teaches the son  to walk a better mile? Why must she learn  to survive and fear, While he escapes  without ever shedding a tear? Twelve years or more the story remained same, Justice was denied  under the government insane!
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Live a little, Laugh a lot!

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"Laughter, my dear friend, is like a cosmic chuckle button – the ultimate mood elevator, the comedy conductor, and the happiness elixir. It's the secret weapon the universe bestowed upon us to spread joy, so don't let it rust away! Your giggles are the magic wand you can wave to turn frowns into smiles. No matter what's going on, remember: if life gives you lemons, squeeze them into a laughter cocktail. Sip it, savor it, and watch your worries dissolve into bursts of mirth. Why let life's little pinpricks pop your joy bubble? Those minor blips on your life's radar aren't worth the drama, my friend! Save your brain cells, they might come in handy when you're solving the mysteries of the universe. And please, never hesitate to laugh, especially at your own goof-ups. It's a power move! Let your chuckles remind those tiny mistakes that they're no match for your colossal spirit. So, here's to laughter – the cosmic confetti that decorates our days
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Faded beauty with lasted memory!

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  Why do you cherish the dead ones so much? He asked! They live forever in between my books… I replied adding… Fresh ones, Cherished for it's beauty; Dead rose, Is beyond the beauty. Fresh rose, Smells so sweet; Dead rose, Smells for memories. Fresh rose, Gives the feel of softness; Dead rose, Gives the feel of the past. Fresh one, Bloom for days; Dead one, It forever stays. Fresh one, Remains with the rest; But a dead one, Is like a secret close to the chest. To which he added, Fresh rose, Has petals so smooth, And with a gentle touch They soothe. Dead rose, Crinkled and dry But holds the whispers Of that last goodbye. And then left….
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