Tag: Free Verse Poetry

  • 🎭 Between Truth and Theatre 🎭

    🎭 Between Truth and Theatre 🎭

    Between truth and theatre lies a trembling line—thin as breath, fragile as conscience. One unmasks, the other performs. In a world dazzled by applause, voices rise not always to tell but to entertain. The pen and the prank both gather crowds—but only one draws clarity from the noise. #Poetry #FreeVerse #TruthAndTheatre #ArtVsIllusion #Storytelling #ModernPoetry #WritersOfInstagram…

  • Anything You Respond To Willingly Becomes Yours

    Anything You Respond To Willingly Becomes Yours

    A meditative free verse exploring how awareness, love, and conscious response dissolve separation between self, another, and the universe—turning every experience into intimate belonging. #FreeVerse #SpiritualPoetry #CosmicLove #Awareness #Mindfulness #UniverseWithin #ConsciousLiving #PoeticReflection

  • When You Stop Chasing Perfection

    When You Stop Chasing Perfection

    When you stop running after perfection and simply show up as you are, something magical happens—the universe begins to move through you. Presence replaces pressure; kindness becomes your voice. Life unfolds, not because you control it, but because you finally trust it. This poem is a journey into surrender, grace, and the quiet power of…

  • The Unwritten Lesson: The Art of Listening #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The Unwritten Lesson: The Art of Listening #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    How learning to truly listen outside the walls of school shaped their sense of self. Through moments of silence, observation, and unseen understanding, they discover that every sound, pause, and unspoken feeling is part of a larger conversation with life itself—a lifelong lesson in awareness, humility, and becoming. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #PersonalGrowth #MindfulLiving #LifeLessons #SelfDiscovery #Empathy…

  • If I Could Relive One Ordinary Day #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    If I Could Relive One Ordinary Day #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    Some days don’t sparkle, they simply breathe— a morning without alarms, tea steaming in slow companionship, a city waking in the distance, and silence filling the spaces between minutes. If I could relive one ordinary day, it would be the one that never tried to be special— the one that simply was. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #OrdinaryMoments…

  • The Quiet Awakening of Color #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The Quiet Awakening of Color #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    They always told me, paint what you feel. But no one warned me that feelings grow lungs when you pour too much of your soul into pigment. For years, I have stood before white silence — the spotless canvas breathing softly, like a secret waiting for confession. #FreeVersePoetry #SurrealistPoetry #ArtAndSoul #PaintersJourney #CreativeWriting #ExistentialPoetry #ArtisticExpression #PoetryLovers…

  • The Last Tree On Earth Tells its story: The Last Tree and Earth’s Whisper #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The Last Tree On Earth Tells its story: The Last Tree and Earth’s Whisper #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    I am the last tree on Earth— a fragile beacon standing amid the silent vastness, bearing stories etched in bark and breath, whispering hope into the barren wind. And I am Earth—ancient mother, wounded witness, carrying the weight of all life’s memories, calling to hearts willing to listen, promising renewal from the ashes of loss.…

  • Giants of Fire and Memory

    Giants of Fire and Memory

    Towering effigies rise every year, stitched from bamboo and cloth, only to burn in the flames of ritual. They are not just Ravana, Meghnath, and Kumbhkaran—they are mirrors of human ambition, pride, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. This poem reflects on their silence, their questions, and the meaning they hold in our…

  • Proud Inheritance: A Tapestry of Cultural Heritage

    Proud Inheritance: A Tapestry of Cultural Heritage

    In this long poem, I reflect on the aspects of my cultural heritage that live within me—language, food, rituals, stories, resilience, craft, and family. Each memory is not just history but a living thread, reminding me of continuity, belonging, and pride in traditions that shape my present and extend into future generations.

  • Energy Within: The Infinite Flame

    Energy Within: The Infinite Flame

    Energy rises not from without but from the core of being, awakening in the alignment of thoughts, feelings, and actions. It deepens in the reflection of another’s presence— a communion of infinite light and mystery where love becomes prayer, and every heartbeat chants eternity.