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21 lessons I learned in my 21 years of existence
I am 21. These are some reminders I give myself. 1)Be your light- Life fills us with moments of darkness and despair. There are times when we do not wish to strive and live the conniving thing called existence. Be your sunshine, light up your life with the courage of hope
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Gratitude
Gratitude To the ones, I am grateful to have in my life. Human existence is itself a convoluted rhythm of experiences that bring merriment and melancholy. It was often difficult for me to find goodness in moments of angst and dejection. Life is not always rays of sunshine, it was a mixture of light and darkness, hope and wistfulness, victory, and defeat, smiles and tears all placated in combinations in my existence. I believe contradiction is the beauty of mortality. The presence of dual forces has led to the creation of mankind. Humans are complex beings evolving every day and hustling towards their goals. But success means nothing to me if I did not have the right people to share it with. The ones who stood by me through thick and thin.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The River of Life
Life is like the river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere- Emma Smith life is like the river
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
Inadvertently overhearing an argument from the couple at the next table in the café
So much from So little _ Glean from A glance He was born into a Drought Scrubbed by sun Shrubs weeds In spiked prickly tufts
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
No Point Talking to Narcissus
Being silenced by constant interruptions can make one question everything, even our own voice. Is it better that I just shut up?
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
Grief Bites
Grief bites I thought you knew. Thought you knew that leaving was not you. Leaving without saying goodbye, without explaining why
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
The Bright Herald
Flowers like snow cover Frostbitten branches as Late winter sun tries to break into Spring. _ A flash of colours warm and bright
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
The warm heart
The Warm Heart The warm heart in an enveloping arm Do you know that when you look at me, I forget the heavy heart. When you sit alone, I mean when you are within yourself,
By Shahzad Baluch2 years ago in Poets
I'm Fire!. Top Story - May 2024.
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
Hold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A letter to my younger self
In the precipice of who I am today, There was a girl who would sit and pray. The one who believed in the mighty blue,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
I have a wee piece on page 30 of Issue 33 of The Pagans of North Magazine, 'One, Two, Three...' I was inspired by the nursery rhyme which goes on 'Once I caught a fish alive...' and was surprised to discover the original was about catching a hare... Much more in the folklore nature....
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets