Love yourself 💕And show up for yourself first.
Just like these flowers,our cities will blossom again.We just need some timeto heal and grow.And then just like these wildflowers,growing in every nook and corner of the planet,we too,willFlourish.With a new day,a new beginning,a new purpose in life..noellenams
Junoon. It is an Urdu word which means madness/obsession. . Here is my poem on the theme. (I also did my extra bit by doddling around the theme.) Comment and let me know how you like it. . . “Junoon”; madness, obsession. . Who are we really, if not madly obsessed for addiction? This obsession [...]
"In the end, we are all, but wildflowers. Strong, Wild & Beautiful.." . . ps: just some things!
I hear that sound, and I look around, I have spent such days, in the woods, in the alley, when nobody would wander around, and the place would be at peace and calm. I close my eyes, I smell crisis, I see freedom, long lost in those woods, down the alley. With my want to [...]
The path is still unknown, the roads, all traveled, The urge to outshine burning deep down, The small accolades on my way, making me rise, But, I am still on the ground to fly high like never before ... Creating memories, with every passing moment, With friends, with colleagues, with time itself, with my life [...]
Lost are those days when my smile just meant smile, It has been time when people have started interpreting this smile, For a reason or no reason at all, There are meanings to this smile now, which I still don’t understand! Lost are those days when I used to love walking aimlessly… It has been [...]
Brining a smile to your lips, A vivid picture of the time you’ve already lived, At times brining tears to your eyes, Wanting to have lived it all again… These are mere memories, Making me nostalgic, happy to have lived a time, But still reasoning myself for the end... But this is how life goes [...]
All of a sudden I feel to escape, Out of the world, to an absolute new place I want silence in my ears, The people near are not clear. I want a clear vision of the things around, The reason I left from that party ground. I want a feeling of being with me, The [...]
I stammer, I bumble, Envisioning myself, I, at times fumble, But then, I yell out aloud, “Yes! I’ll make it all happen” And all of a sudden, all my weakness grumbles, Trying to conceal somewhere at the corner, I smile when it is palled to face my sureness, I yell, yet one more time, “I’ll [...]