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Resfeber

The sinking feeling in my stomach grew wider So did the goosebumps My heart was in a race The beating refused to slow down I checked my mail again And even pinched myself For the hundredth time I repeated the process It was a new beginning A brand new chapter It had no idea what it held for me Was I good? Was I bad? I never really know I just knew I felt Resfeber The tangled feeling of fear and excitement before a journey begins

Power of Giving

Every religion advocates the importance of giving. There are several instances in the holy books which validate this stance. I have always wondered about the power of giving. Most people are compassionate and wish to support others. However, they do not have the means or ways to do it. It is relatively hard to help others while trying to make our ends meet. We promise ourselves that we will support when our financial situation improves. Somehow, we never get around to it due to the mounting commitments. The interesting fact about the power of giving is that we can start small. And it need not necessarily be money. The world around us requires so many things. We see over 100 people every day. But our brain does not remember them because we don't see them. They are additional characters in our movie. They are there but somehow not crucial to our story. Though our heart is in the right place, we lack the resource and time. We never really experience the power of giving. The simplest ...

Dysania

A strange sound disrupted my dreams Today it was something nice I was in a place of great adventure I had a wonderful company And I was winning the fight Something different from my real life My dreams are my only source of happiness It gave me a different person It gave me special powers Moreover, it gave me something which I yearned It made me smile It gave me a sense of achievement The sound kept pulling me out of this wonderful world I fought hard trying to ignore it Still, it was relentless, and it grew louder I opened my eyes with anger To conquer the roaring beast Only to release that I have lost my dream as well It was no other than Dysania The state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning

Duende

As I struggle to write I sigh in despair Unable to find the right words or story I feel like it is just beyond my reach I try hard to grab it But it seems just impossible Sometimes I pretend to think As I am too tired Of the blankness Of the inability to form words However, suddenly an inspiration strikes And the words began to flow Like a fresh oasis of water It is quite surprising How the simplest things can trigger a beautiful art It is not constant Yet the heightened emotion remains Maybe its God sent And I am so grateful for Duende

Ephemera

Life is a fleeting experience Most things happen for a reason And it moves on before we know it When we think of life We think of our past and future We wish we could have been better And we hope for a better tomorrow We fail to realise the impact of the moment The beauty of today Life is not a whole package It is composed of small miracles and moments The big picture does not matter The small ones do We lose them in the quest for a more significant gain Sometimes, it is just about the ephemera The things that are enjoyed only for a short time

Billet-doux

Words betray me when I think of you Maybe because it feels inadequate before my love My world did not shift when I met you But you slowly rocked it with your presence Though I don't say it aloud You mean a lot to me More than I care to admit You scare me You make my shield go wider I am a survivor But I might not survive your absence You make me question my beliefs You push me to my threshold limit Sometimes, it is just hard to say no You are an inevitable part of me You make breathing much easier That it is no longer a chore You protect me from my darkest nightmares It is all new to me And I am not sure how to embrace it Your words tear through my heart You mean so much to me I won't stop you from leaving But I won't stop thinking of you either A Billet-doux to my special one  

Metanoia

Life is a mysterious entity It is filled with surprises and shock It is highly unpredictable We never know when our life changes When the plans crumble, and a new one emerges We are always trained to be prepared As children, we are asked to identify a goal And focus our efforts towards achieving them Sometimes, the reality is entirely different And we are forced to accept the changes The smallest trigger causes the most significant change A new path emerges And we realise our purpose in life It is Metanoia, the journey of changing one’ mind, heart, self or way of life

Strikhedonia

Life is full of surprises Our dream and reality often clash Leaving us disappointed and angry We wade through this darkness And come out of it scathed and wiser Most points in time, we wish for a miracle We wish for a break We wish for a happy success Without the fear of losing it However, life is more interesting than joyful Secretly, this excitement keeps me going It gives me a purpose and path A challenge to keep fighting Nevertheless, some breaks are more painful And in those times, I wish for Strikhedonia The joy of being able to say to hell with it

Meraki

Every word written by a writer Every art created by an artist Every sculpture crafted It is not just a combination of individual elements It is an overall reflection of the artist’s personality Everyone has their own way of communication Some talk while others create Every art is a distinctive replication of the thought process It helps them to process their experiences And have a better understanding and to connect with reality Everyone leaves a part of them behind Through the works and messages Sometimes, the beholder completely misses it But the Meraki is always there.