Tag: identity

  • The Place That Knows My Name

    The Place That Knows My Name

    There is a place I return to without moving, a shoreline of memory where waves are made of voices and unfinished prayers. It is not on any map, yet it waits beneath my breathing, a quiet country of light and salt that keeps remembering me. #Poetry #FreeVerse #SpokenWord #EmotionalPoetry #FavoritePlace #InnerJourney #Nostalgia #TravelPoetry #Memory #ModernPoetry

  • Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…

  • 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…

  • Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    In the silence after I leave the room, my habits keep speaking for me — the clean desk, the folded towel, the shoes in their place. Each quiet act echoes a truth: that the smallest routines reveal more of my soul than any photograph ever could. #Poetry #MindfulLiving #HabitsAndPersonality #IntrospectiveWriting #MinimalistPoetry #HumanEssence #PoeticReflections #LifeThroughDetails #PoetryOfHabits

  • What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine

    What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine

    What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons

  • Out of Place: A Journey Through Silence and Belonging

    Out of Place: A Journey Through Silence and Belonging

    I have stood at crowded tables and felt like silence itself, wandered through cities where every sign was a puzzle, and smiled half a beat too late in rooms of familiar laughter. This poem is a journey through those moments of not-belonging—where being out of place became the first step toward finding home within myself.

  • 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.

  • What Brands Do You Associate With?

    What Brands Do You Associate With?

    An exploration of how brands intertwine with our memories, emotions, and identities—inviting deep introspection on what we truly choose to become beyond commerce.

  • What’s Your Favorite Word?

    What’s Your Favorite Word?

    You ask me a simple question—what’s your favorite word? But words carry centuries, memories, and emotions hidden beneath their surface. This poem unfolds the delicate layers of language, weaving between personal memories and universal longing, building to a quiet climax where listening becomes the truest bond.

  • The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self #poetry

    The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self #poetry

    Who am I? The question echoes in forgotten chambers, and we dig through layers of conditioning, through the fossil remains of abandoned dreams, searching not for an answer, but for the thread that binds us to everything that is.