No one is born ugly, we’re just born in a judgemental society.
Kim Namjoon
Tag: art
8-Word Stories #40
A cup of poetry for the incurable romantic.
Relatable Quotes #4
Workplaces are fascist. They’re cults designed to eat your life; bosses hoard your minutes jealously like dragons hoard gold.
– Nouri on Spiritual Violence (Bullshit Jobs by David Graeber)
Couldn’t agree more!
A Daydream
It’s so peaceful.
– By Abizer Lokhandwala
Another world,
Another universe.
The sound of waves gently lashing on the beach.
Each one with its own song to sing.
If only you could hear,
At a far distance – a bird
No, lots of birds – their sweet calls
Then someone calls me ..
Breaks my reverie,
And I’m back on this beach,
On earth.
I look around.
I can no longer hear the music of the waves,
Lost are the songs of the birds.
I am in this world
Trapped!
I want to be free …..
Spotlight is a new category on Into Words. Here, I will be posting poems from people who have shied away from sharing their work/don’t have a platform to publish their work/never considered putting their work on a public platform.
Sometimes we don’t realise how good our stories, poems, and thoughts can be and like the saying goes, “This world needs more art.” and art in any form is always appreciated. This section is all about sharing and appreciating ideas. It doesn’t have to follow any rules of perfection. If you feel you have a story/poem/idea to share, then please give me an opportunity to put you under the spotlight.
Email me at: nuraine.sadaf@gmail.com
Shout-out to Abizer Lokhandwala, thank you for sharing this beautiful poem with me and the community. If you enjoyed reading this, then don’t forget to show your love and support by liking or commenting below. Looking forward to reading your writings. ❤
8-Word Stories #39
I fear the unknown.
Also me, “Hello, blind-date.”
8-Word Stories #38
Her lips quivered as she whispered, “It’s time..”
8-Word Stories #35
They were in separate rooms living similar lives.
8-Word Stories #34
A scarlet pamphlet directed the seekers towards love.
Tea’s Tea Haiku #2
A cute Haiku poem written on a bottle of tea. *_*
Sunlight in my house.. Follows me and fills my rooms.. Like my own children.
Bruce Goldner

8-Word Stories #33
They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.
