Tag: Self-reflection
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What Is One Thing I Would Change About Myself?
I have often asked the question with trembling lips, as if the act of asking might scatter the fragile architecture I have built around my being—a cathedral of memories, mistakes, half-lit confessions, and unfinished prayers that hum quietly under my skin. What would I change, if I were given the power to rewrite the gravity…
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If I Could Relive One Ordinary Day
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…
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Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture
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
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In the Quiet Hours: An Ode to My Chosen Pastime
When the world quiets and distractions fall away, I turn to my chosen ritual—the act of writing. In the gentle hush, words bloom not simply as pastime but as presence: a ceremony of ink, memory, and self-discovery, where each line connects me deeper to the world and to my own unfolding story. #Poetry #Hobby #WritingLife…
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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.
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Threshold of White: A Poem for Wiping the Slate Clean
Standing at the threshold between what was and what can be, the poem journeys through forgiveness, reflection, and intention—urging the reader to embrace the purity and stability of white, to wipe the slate clean, and to cross into their most radiant chapter, where every day’s color teaches us to root in presence before reaching for…
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The Architecture of Seven Days #poetry
A contemplative exploration of what it means to live an ideal week: waking with intention, embracing solitude and connection, reflecting through art, mindfulness, and the sacred ordinary. Each day unfolds like a new room in the house of attention, celebrating presence, transformation, and the radical art of being fully awake to one’s own brief, irreplaceable…
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The Weight of Choices #poetry
I am the architect of half my ruins, and you know this feeling too—the way your hands shake when you hold the blueprint of your own destruction… But the other half carries the weight of inherited ghosts, the echo of choices we were too young to understand, too small to influence, too unborn to prevent.
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The Room Where All Meet #poetry
You were never just one person. You were possibility. You were the metaphor that never needed explanation. And we—me, her, him, they, you— we became the unfinished sentence you whispered into our ribs.
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Ten Years Hence: An Avant-Garde Odyssey of Becoming #poetry
“Don’t ask me for a five-point plan. Ask me for the constellation in my left eye…” This sprawling, unconventional poem dismantles the rigid frame of future projections and replaces it with a dreamscape of self-questioning, odd metaphors, wild detours, and deeply human truth. Told in first person, it answers the cliched question “Where do you…
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