The night has fallen,
you are hiding behind the clouds
I await on these deserted grounds
pining for your love.
🏮
Lavender
🌸
The moment you start doubting yourself,
Remember that the life you live is for others and not for yourself.
🔥
Now, stay still my restless mind
You’re wandering into the wild
Stay still my racing heart
You’re falling deep into those eyes
Stay still my pursed lips
You’re tracing poetry along his smile
My trembling fingers reach out to him
He walks away oblivious of my yearning desires.
🌧️
It rained all night,
she stayed awake and hummed
an old forgotten tune on the window sill
the white lace curtains
swayed with the breeze
the curls of her hair danced merrily
then why did a glistening drop of water
trickle down her honey-glazed cheek?
Poems that Inspire!
Just felt like sharing this remarkably beautiful piece of poetry written by Maya Angelou:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
BY MAYA ANGELOU
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.
Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Published by Penguin Random House
Sometimes, Just Drift Along
Jane handed me a piece of paper and said, “These just came in! I printed them out for you, can you please fetch these from the shelves?”
“Sure!” I replied and went hunting for The Four Winds, The Last Thing He Told Me, and The Paper Palace from the new books section.
When you are working at the library, you need to be quick and always on your feet. Working at a library has been a childhood dream for me, a dream job! Imagine being surrounded by books all the time, can a job get better than this? I was overwhelmed with joy when they told me I was selected for the position of Circulation Assistant/Shelver. It’s been three weeks now and it’s also the last day of my training. Most importantly it’s payday and I am eagerly waiting to be paid. After all, money isn’t insignificant.
Continue reading “Sometimes, Just Drift Along”What are your thoughts on open-ended stories?
Dear reader, today I have a controversial topic to talk about – open ended novels. There was a time when I much appreciated open-ended stories. The mysterious cliffhangers would leave me wondering, “Oh what would have happened if he had chosen the easy path?” Or “Oh is she going to remain mysterious without revealing her true identity?” Or “Will she continue packing lunch for him as a mysterious stranger without meeting him?”
Continue reading “What are your thoughts on open-ended stories?”🌊
Gloomy, dreamy eyes will you deep dive into its ocean of uncertainty or stay safe ashore?
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As crazy as it may sound,
An old maid passed the streets,
At three in the morning,
Carrying a flask of tea,
& hot golden samosas,
For the tired, lonely, and invisible souls.
Nuraine Sadaf 