Category: #Poetry
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The Unmapped Cartography of Motion (A Journey Across the Veins of a Nation) #poetry
A road without a map. A song without an end. The sky, the rails, the tires, the wheels—each a verse in the poetry of motion. What do I choose? All. None. The journey itself, forever unspooling.
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The Art of Unbecoming: A Poetic Journey Through Letting Go and Transformation #poetry
Erase the childhood laughter that doesn’t fit the narrative. Erase the promises made at dusk when the world seemed possible. But some things resist erasure—like the way rain insists on falling, like the way an unfinished song hums in the walls of an empty room. What remains after everything is erased? What grows in the…
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The Weight of Unspoken Expectations (A Lament in the Echoes of Assumptions)
They hand you a script you never wrote, yet demand a flawless performance. You carry their questions like bricks, your spine bending into a question mark. But what happens when you stop apologizing for existing? When you break free from the weight of unspoken expectations?
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The Unraveling of Bliss: A Symphony of Disarray #poetry #potd
You said inner peace is a state of bliss. I believed you. I swallowed your words like honey, expecting sweetness forever. But life is not a lake without ripples, nor a world free of storms. I have learned to dance with the chaos, to let go of what I cannot hold. And now, I ask—where…
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The Unfolding of Silence: A Poetic Journey into Acceptance and Clarity #poetry
“Acceptance is not a bow, not a sigh, not a finality. It is a door opening to the only place you were ever meant to be.” A poetic exploration of the struggle to let go, the challenge of seeing things as they are, and the quiet liberation that comes with surrender. This piece moves through…
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Fractured Echoes of an Unsaid Love #poetry
Was I serious when I said I love you, or was I a magician pulling a trick on myself? Was it the kind of love that stitches wounds, or the kind that carves them deeper? And when you looked at me, was it understanding, or just the polite way people stare at paintings they don’t…
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The Unopened Hands of a Restless Mind
Life offers its gifts in whispers, but a restless mind cannot hear. This poem explores the struggle of accepting life’s offerings, the weight of doubt, and the art of unfolding into presence.


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