Slow down to take a breath,
to observe what’s around you.
Slow down and give yourself,
A moment of stillness;
and in that moment you might find a memory,
a memory left behind,
unattended in the chaos of life.
Category: Poems
Poet in the Park
Dear ol’ poet in the park,
with a smile spread across the face
and hands in the air
you welcome passersby
to stop by your side for a while.
Be it sun or rain,
you’re there all day, every day.
A hope to the hopeless,
a pause for the busy,
a smile for a frown,
a joy for the moody.
When I stopped by and noticed the twinkle in your eyes
I realized that stars don’t just shine bright from afar,
they sing sweet poetic words of melody.
I took a break from formalities and sat down on the floor.
To bask in the sunlight and look up at the blue skies.
I allowed a moment for myself and let out a content sigh.
You are enough
You are enough,
just as you are.
✨
More than twinkling stars,
There are twinkling airplanes
In the night sky.
What does darkness mean anymore,
When the light’s always by our bedside.
In search of darkness,
We now go deep inside our minds.
Door
Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.
Happy International Podcast Day! Womaning in India – Mahima Vashisht
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What an uncomfortable feeling this is,
Restlessness, brain fog, uncertainty.
What kind of a choice is this that I need to make.
What is this guilt?
Should I find happiness in struggle?
Or live an oblivious and blissful life?
Why is it always so hard and painful to leave?
💜
Today again I think of you in trying times and today again you did not fail to make me smile. 💜
If I had to define love, I would give it your name and then call myself a hopeless romantic. 💜
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The night has fallen,
you are hiding behind the clouds
I await on these deserted grounds
pining for your love.
Nuraine Sadaf 