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Well this is more than a server, it feels like i am talking to people like me and there are kany areas for intrest of everyone that makes this a community. The chats are super active, members super friendly...

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Bangwing IN | Server Review

This server is very active and its staff is also very good, there is a lot of fun in this server,
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This server is one of best! The community is friendly and welcoming. The admins are helpful, wnd everything runs smoothly. Lots of fun channelsnand events. Highly recommended!

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Best server you can ever get. Wonderful and welcoming people. Safe and happy environment.

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They tell me to leave the past behind,
for guilt is a chain that drags a man beneath himself.
They tell me to look ahead,
toward happiness waiting somewhere in the future.
But I wonder—
Why should I carry guilt for a past
I cannot touch,
cannot change,
cannot even visit except in memory?
And why should I chase a happiness
I have never met?
The past is gone.
The future has not arrived.
And when the future finally comes,
it will no longer be the future.
It will be today.
And perhaps, standing in that today,
I will once again look beyond it,
calling another tomorrow my salvation.
So then where does a man live?
Not in yesterday,
for it is already written.
Not in tomorrow,
for it is only imagined.
A man lives in this strange moment between them—
a moment so small we often forget to notice it.
We mourn what cannot return,
we desire what has not arrived,
and all the while, life sits quietly beside us, waiting to be lived.

Everyone teaches us to be careful,
To question every smile we see.
"Don't trust too easily," they say,
As if doubt is the only key.

But why doesn't anyone teach us
How trust is patiently grown?
How a heart becomes reliable
Through actions consistently shown?

Why doesn't anyone teach us
How to love without pride?
How to listen without judging,
And stand by someone's side?

Why don't we learn how to spread joy,
To leave a room a little brighter?
How one kind word, one helping hand,
Can make a burden lighter?

We learn how the world can hurt us,
Yet rarely how to heal.
We learn to hide our feelings,
Yet not how to make others feel.

Maybe humanity isn't a lesson
Found in books or grades above.
Maybe it's simply learning each day
To choose kindness, trust, and love.

Everyone wishes you'd look at them the way you look at him. I never did. I wished you'd look at me the way I look at you. Then you'd finally understand why I stayed.

Keep a mirror in front of one,
The shadow cast belongs to none.
Memories fade, just flashes remain,
He listens closely to echoes of pain.

Eyes that bleed, a voice that sobs,
He hears the truth he once forgot.
Horror moves in a silent flow,
A painting forms, too slow to show.

Daydream, bad dream blurred in between,
He forgets the things he’s seen.
Diary open, pen in hand,
But can’t write of who he once could understand.

A knife now tight within his grip,
Where once lay tulips on a loving trip.
The mirror’s picture, sweet to vile,
Now reflects a broken smile.

Memories burn and circle back,
Do only the worthy earn a new track?
Walking with the ticking hand,
Feels like racing through sinking sand.

This is life where death feels near,
And even shadows lie in fear.
The flowers were kinder, far more true,
Still blooming here as I once knew.

Their beauty lives beyond regret,
While my own shadow can’t reflect.
They are the mirror I refuse to see,
Yet I reshape myself through who they be.

Wounded deep, I panic in pain,
Alone just let it fall like rain.
Bleeding slowly, numb once more,
Still waiting for the one I mourn.

I seek a hug I might not deserve,
A trembling plea, a shattered nerve.
I'm sorry please, hear my story,
Through the sound of bleed...
Maybe the reason was always me.

When hunger fades for what won’t last,
And fires of pride no longer burn,
When shadows we once chased dissolve—
The heart begins its slow return.

Like newborns smiling through the day,
Unshaped by fear, untouched by blame,
We feel the world in purer ways—
Each tear and laugh without a name.

Tears aren’t weakness—they are rain,
Falling from clouds too full to bear.
Each drop, a hymn, a sacred pain,
That cleanses more than we’re aware.

The child within still knows the path—
To cry when hurt, to smile when true.
It does not mask, it does not lie,
It simply feels what it must do.

So let ambition lose its edge,
Let silence be the holy flame.
The soul is brightest when it breaks—
And never dares to love the same.

Don’t hush the cry, don’t damn the ache,
Just hold the heart that starts to bend.
For healing needs a softer hand—
Not judgment, but a listening friend.

Happiness is not a chase,
It’s resting when the world feels wide.
Accept the fate, embrace the tears—
And slowly, you return inside.

Tu sab deta hai jo main na maangu.
Aur jo main maangu...
Woh le leta hai.
Toh phir yeh hisaab mujhe samajh nahi aata.
Log kehte hain tu bahut deta hai.
Haan deta hai.
Saansein di.
Zindagi di.
Log diye.
Mauke diye.
Par jis ek cheez ke liye maine pehli baar haath failaya...
Usi par tera dil tang ho gaya.
Kya fayda uss daulat ka
Jisne mujhe kabhi ameer mehsoos hi nahi karaya?
Kehte hain tera plan bada hai.
Kehte hain aaj jo dard lag raha hai,
Kal uska matlab samajh aayega.
Kehte hain tu mujhse zyada jaanta hai.
Kehte hain tujhe pata hai mere liye kya behtar hai.
Par kabhi mujhse poocha?
Kabhi jaana ki mujhe kya chahiye?
Ya phir meri khwahishon ka koi wazan hi nahi?
Kya farq padta hai na...
Main kya chahta hoon.
Faisla toh aakhir tera hi hona tha.
Par mujhe matlab nahi chahiye.
Mujhe woh chahiye.
Samjha?
Mujhe woh chahiye.
Aur agar tujhe usse hi le jaana hai,
Toh phir meri chahat bhi le ja.
Yeh dil bhi le ja.
Roz uska naam leta hai.
Thak gaya hoga.
Yeh aankhen bhi le ja.
Har chehre mein usi ko dhoondhti rehti hain.
Yeh kaan bhi le ja.
Har awaaz mein uski aahat sunte hain.
Har notification par lagta hai shayad woh ho.
Meri neendein toh waise bhi tere paas hain.
Mere sukoon ka pata bhi tujhe hi maloom hai.
Toh phir sab le ja.
Meri rooh bhi le ja.
Kyunki sach bolu?
Main toh pehle hi usse de chuka hoon.
Aur agar uski yaadein bhi chubh rahi hain tujhe,
Toh woh bhi le ja.
Kya karunga unka?
Waise bhi har yaad ek zakhm hai,
Jo marne bhi nahi deta aur jeene bhi nahi.
Bas ek cheez chhod de.
Ek pal.
Bas ek pal.
Ek pal jahan main usse dekh sakun.
Ek pal jahan woh mujhe dekh le.
Ek pal jahan mujhe lage
Ki meri mohabbat mazaak nahi thi.
Par lagta hai
Tujhe woh pal bhi zyada lagta hai.
Kyun?
Kya main itna bhi kaabil nahi?
Ya phir teri duniya mein
Mere hisse ka ek pal bhi nahi likha?
Aakhir meri galti kya hai?
Mohabbat?

Is this what life is meant to be
kindness called stupidity

roasting seen as something cool
while gentle hearts are made a fool

trust is rare, it fades away
hard to know who’s real today

love gets lost in ego’s game
people chasing status, name

money feels like survival now
like it decides the “what” and “how”

still somewhere in all this noise
are quiet hearts and softer voices

Aur main chalta gaya…
Na daaya dekha, na baaya…
Bas chalta gaya.
Aaj pehli dafa samajh aaya,
Kuch jagah hum chhodte nahi…
Woh humein dheere dheere chhod deti hain.
Aakhri paper tha.
Bahar shayad sab hass rahe honge,
Ek dusre ke saath ruk gaye honge thodi der aur…
Koi canteen ki baat kar raha hoga,
Koi bol raha hoga “bhai milte rehna.”
Aur main?
Main toh bheed mein hoke bhi
Kab ka nikal chuka tha.
Do-teen call aaye the…
Mujhe maloom tha kis liye.
“Bhai kaha hai?”
“Ek baar mil toh…”
Magar ajeeb sa darr tha.
Agar ruk gaya…
Toh shayad ja nahi paata.
Isliye bas ek aakhri baar
Un raaston ko dekha…
Jahan roz doston ke saath chala karta tha.
Na peeche mudha,
Na kisi ko awaaz di.
Bas dil mein ek baat liye nikal gaya—

Funny, isn't it?

People cry when they are sad,
but the tears that confuse me
are the ones that come when we're happy.

A child cries when he enters the world,
and a mother cries because he did.

A soldier returns home,
and the father who taught him to be strong
forgets every lesson and wipes his eyes.

A friend leaves for years,
then walks through the same old door,
and suddenly nobody can find the words.

Maybe tears were never meant for pain alone.

Maybe they appear
when the heart carries more than words can hold.

When grief arrives,
we cry because something is missing.

When happiness arrives,
we cry because, for a moment,
nothing is.

And I think that's beautiful.

That the same eyes
which witnessed our darkest nights
are also the first to overflow
when the sun finally returns.

It’s my first time writing something like this, so yeah it can be boring. I want genuine reviews on this one

Bohot logo ko dekha hai aate bhi aur jaate bhi,
Kaiyo ne saath diya toh kaiyo ne saath chora bhi,
Ek prajati hai namuno ki joh Nahi choregi mujhe kabhi akela...
Dost kehta hu unhe aur meri jaan bhi

Wish I could be with you,
when your whole sky turns blue.
Not just hear your breaking parts,
I wanna live inside your heart.

Wish I could be that light,
you search for every lonely night.
Not another name you knew,
I just wanna matter to you.

You’re like stars from where I stand,
close enough to hold my hand,
far enough to disappear,
every time I think you’re here.

Not like a falling star,
gone before it leaves a mark.
Maybe like the moon above,
silent… but still full of love.

And I keep looking at your sky,
hoping one day you’ll realize,
some hearts stay awake at night
just to see if you still shine.

Kuch raate hoti hai...
Jinme neend nahi aati,
Kuch baate hoti hai...
Joh Dil ko hai cheer jaati,
Inhi cheezo se ubharkar
Apne aap ko kabil banata hai joh...
Manzil hai uski kamyaabi
Aur use koi mushkil rok nahi paati.

Pata nahi me aisa kaise ho gaya…
Pehle me aisa kahaa tha..
Pehle sambhalta tha pura din naukri aur raato ko jaag kar apne khudke liye kaam karta tha..
Paise kamane ke khatir laga deta apni puri jaan tha..
Dost gharwale sab khush me bhi has kar laata chere pe muskaan tha..
Aaj pata nahi kaha kho gaya woh insaan..
Pata nahi kaha kho gaya woh insaan..
Pichle dedh saal se uski karta talaash tha..
Ab toh dhundhna bhi kardiya hai band sochta hu kho gaya woh joh kaiyo ki jaan tha..
Aaj me hi reh gaya hu joh pareshaan hu khudse kyunki chahta hu wapas wahi me jaisa pehle me insaan tha.

RAAT HOTI KITNI KHUBSURAT HAI,
KYA TUMNE YE KABHI GAUR SE DEKHA HAI?
US ANDHERE ASMAAN KO KYA TUMNE RUK KAR,
EK DAFA THEEK SE MEHSOOS KIYA HAI?
HUMSE PUCHO IN TIM TIMAATE TAARE AUR IS CHAMAKTE CHAND KA EHSAAS,
HUMNE TOH CHAND PAR SE UN BADALO KO HATTE DEKHA HAI.

What do you hate about yourself?

Sometimes
I expect a little more—
more than what a moment means,
more than what a person ever promised.
And I watch her laugh
in places I can see,
replying to everyone
like the world is easy for her—
like I’m not waiting
in the corner of it.
I know—
we are nothing.
just friends, maybe not even that yet.
no promises, no claims, no right.
Still,
there’s this small, stubborn voice in me
that whispers—
“just a little more… just me, for a moment.”
And I hate that voice.
Because it turns seconds into questions,
and silence into doubt.
It makes me measure my worth
in replies that never came.
It’s not her fault.
It never was.
She is just being—
free, light, untouched by the weight
I quietly place on her name.
But me—
I sit here
pretending I don’t care,
while checking again,
and again,
and again.
I hate
how something so small
can make me feel so replaceable.
I hate
that I expect
what I never asked for.
And most of all—
I hate that even now,
if her message comes,
I’ll forget all of this…
and reply
like I was never waiting at all.

Yes, I do…
Yes, I hate people—
but still wait for someone to understand me.
Yes, I like talking to new people—
but I’m afraid when it actually happens.
Yes, I want to go out with friends—
but I don’t really have them.
Yes, I get jealous—
of people in love…
of people who found something real.
Yes, I get jealous of my friends—
and yes, I still help them
like nothing’s wrong.
Yes, I want love—
I really do.
Yes, I don’t know how to find it.
Yes, I tried—
harder than I admit.
Yes, I still couldn’t talk to her.
Yes, I cry watching love stories—
like they were meant for me.
Yes, I want that life—
even if I don’t understand it.
Yes, I imagine her—
even when I don’t know who she is.
Yes, I love her—
in a way that doesn’t make sense.
Yes, I want to give her everything—
without even knowing her name.
Yes, I talk too much sometimes—
and then wish I stayed quiet.
Yes, I smile—
like everything’s fine.
Yes, I’m okay—
just not completely.
Yes, I feel alone—
more than I say.
Yes, I judge people—
and yes, I know they judge me too.
Yes, I’m aware—
of every flaw I carry.
Yes, she doesn’t know me.
Yes, I still build a life with her in my head.
Yes, I don’t want to wake up—
because she’s there in my dreams.
Yes, I get scared—
of how real it feels.
Yes, I love—
even like this.
Yes…
I do.