Category: #Poetry
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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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[unwritten & infinite]
I am not stone, not river, not fire, not sky—yet I echo in all of them. Truth unravels in my hands, yesterday burns to smoke, tomorrow opens like a door. Nothing owns me, yet I breathe forward. Again, again, I become.
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The Unruly Waltz of Symbols: A Dance of Motion, Meaning, and Rebellion
A sequence of symbols, a silent choreography—🙆🏃🤸—moves through space and meaning, a dance of rebellion and surrender. Is life a pattern we unknowingly follow, or a rhythm we choose to disrupt? This poem dissects movement, existence, and the unspoken silence between gestures. Where will you stand in the cycle?
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Love, Not in Gazing
Love is not in gazing, not in possession, not in scripted echoes of passion. Love is movement—parallel souls bending toward the horizon, finding, losing, and finding again.
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A World That Has Lost All Colour: (An Odyssey in Greyscale)
A world once painted in fire and song, now drowned in the silence of greyscale forgetting. She tries to taste red, he reaches for blue, I whisper to the void—nothing answers. When colour fades, does the world remain? Or do we fade with it?
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Tides of an Unfinished Eternity
She was a wave before she knew she had a name—rising, folding, collapsing into herself, a quiet violence, a borrowed echo. The sea does not call the waves its children, yet they return, again, again, a thousand whispers dying before they reach the shore…
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Productivity Hacks of a Rebel Mind: A Manifesto #WriteAPageADay #1060
I do not bow to the tyranny of ticking clocks, nor do I measure success in checkboxes. My productivity is a dance—an untamed rhythm where chaos and clarity collide, where time bends to the audacity of my will. I am the hacker of my own existence, dismantling routines and rewriting the rules of life with…
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Ego Stops the Flow of Love – A Poetic Unraveling
Ego builds walls where love seeks to flow. It clenches where love opens, resists where love surrenders. This avant-garde poetic exploration dissects ego’s quiet sabotage of love, guiding the reader through its illusions, its defenses, and the moment it finally breaks.
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The Last Text I Received (or, the Unfinished Symphony of Words)
A text—a ghost of intent— arriving wrapped in pixels, delivered by unseen satellites, a whisper across the void.
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The Years That Ask, The Years That Answer #W3Prompt
There are years that press their questions into your skin like ink, and years that peel them away, leaving behind the answers you never knew you held.
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