life has paused not stopped, just a quiet hum between two unfinished songs. the colors dried before I could name them, and now the air holds only what used to be art. I don’t make anymore. I only remember the motion of making. how the world once breathed through my hands. the artist in me is fading without ceremony, like light leaving a room no one walks into anymore. I miss my people. but I stay far, telling myself they’re alright without me. it’s easier that way. the guilt

the world is wide yet somehow too close when the eyes begin to drown salt water learns the shape of your face like it has always belonged there hopelessness is quiet it sits in your bones breathing for you when you are too tired to try inside you a war no one hears steel against glass courage against the mirror the sky leans low as if it knows you cannot hold much more you search the clouds for a shade of pink that once meant tomorrow but now feels like a memory you imagined

there is a room i visit sometimes. not in real life, inside my head. a room with no corners. no edges to hide in. no shadows to disappear into. just space. wide, echoing, uncomfortably honest space. people think clarity is a gift. it isn’t. clarity is a mirror with too much light on it. it shows you everything, the versions of yourself you outgrew, the versions you abandoned, and the ones you’re still pretending to be. in that room, i sit on the floor, and the silence sits ac

there was a visitor once. uninvited. he entered quietly, the way dust enters through a closed window. not enough to notice, until suddenly, you’re choking on it. he didn’t knock. didn’t announce himself. he just slipped into the house and rearranged the air like he owned it, like he owned us. and everything changed. the light. the hours. the sound of footsteps on the stairs. even laughter, when it happened, felt borrowed, something on loan from a world we couldn’t touch anymo

In a world where memories fade like whispers in the wind, there exists a treasure chest that safeguards the essence of time itself—the unassuming yet enchanting picture album, a repository of cherished memories. Flipping through the albums one by one, we get to explore so much from the past, whether it's yesterday, the day before, or even years or months ago. It's fascinating how the memories stored in our long-term storage come to life when we view the pictures, reminding us

The day you left, nobody knew how huge your loss would be. The color of the sky is made up of hues. Every day on the edge of the city, we drank the brew. even on the worst summer loo It's been a while since I've done anything new. But life seems incomplete without you. and the love I felt for you never flew. You were always there for me, no matter what I was going through. Nobody but you has been so perfect in my view. I'm still waiting on the outskirts for you. and I'll alwa

I find my home in solitude's embrace—an escape for my soul to explore. I stand tall in the middle of the silence. I accept myself and the loneliness. I am not lost when I am alone. but rather free to travel. free to exhaust the depth of thoughts that live within, separating puzzles about where to begin. Outside, the world may hurry and run, But here, in calm, I find grace. There isn't any judgement or expectation. Just a quiet spot of recognition of who?, my own I am my trues

Come out, they say, from the cave's embrace, I Shake my head, in that hidden space. Denial's nod, they won't understand, Assumptions made by them, don’t know what's planned. Only I know the comfort’s grace, Within my cave, my secret place. Imaginations, my innate design, A haven built, wholly mine. Though shadows loom, it's a place so true, Gloomy at times, yet familiar through. Standing tall, leaving everyone behind, In my cave's embrace, solace I find. Owned and crafted by

Every night, I toss and turn. Looking at the ceiling, my thoughts do churn. from one side to another, the head-to-heart duel, Feelings get tugged, with no clear fuel. Frozen in those awful thoughts, eyes filled with droplets, bloodshot, and distraught. The anxiety filled with tension starts to seep, Filling my soul with thoughts so deep. By the end, my whole energy is drained. I shake my head. imitating and faking the strength, affirmations spread. Yet inside, a self pretends

This strange emotion, despite its enthralling shrouds me, making duties enormous, I recollect my darkest days. I did, however, make it past the difficult days. This day, too, will come to an end. because someone out there is a friend, who recognises the worth within my soul, who serves as an anchor when I feel less full. It's okay not to have a continual heart of joy. It's okay to be a little off-kilter. not at everyone's beck and call. Within you, you have enough strength an

The process to success is not quite an easy one. I will have to do everything to put my conscious self on the lawn. It's that time when I make people act stunned. Of my actions when they are successfully done. I have to tell myself each day, "You can do it, cmon." It's the confidence and strength that have to be drawn. Like the butterfly’s four stages, spawn Have to prove everyone wrong, especially the men, That a girl like me can have all the fun, And the following day be to

You advised me to toil, let my mind whirl, and consume knowledge like daily bread. And, as you say, your command is what I always follow. You would tell me to go to dance classes, learn instruments, and play sports. I would try and leave in every second moment. Thinking all this is useless and feeling that I should enjoy myself and be myself. But little me never knew How in the future will the things I denied for are the only things I need for my university application. I wou

Age is a matter of feelings not of years. Age has long been thought to be an important part of human existence. It has an impact on our physical capabilities, cognitive development, and social duties. However, as cultures advance and our understanding of human potential grows, the question of whether age truly matters arises. Age unquestionably has an impact on our physical talents and health. It has an impact on our growth, development, and susceptibility to certain diseases

Isn't it a wonderful sensation? That tremendous sense of success and fulfilment that comes from pouring your heart into something, particularly when it improves the lives of others. Witnessing your community's great effect and the joy you've given to people's lives is truly priceless. It's amazing to discover something that provides you so much joy and fulfilment at such a young age. Being involved in the community is a constant in my life, an unrelenting commitment. I am cer

In the heart of Agra, the city of love, lies a beacon of hope and resilience—the Sur Kuti School of the Blind. Within its walls dwell children whose eyes may not perceive the world's colors, but whose spirits radiate with confidence, pride, and an abundance of hidden talents. It is said that within every child, regardless of ability, lies a unique gift waiting to be unveiled, yet often overshadowed by the veil of disability. It is this notion that ignites the flames of my ide

This orthodox tradition imposes such a crushing burden, leaving you tangled in confusion about what to wear, what to say, and what to expect from those around you. The weight of societal expectations presses down on you, fueling anxiety as you strive to navigate this rigid world. It's suffocating, with no clear escape route in sight. "Your dress is too short, the neckline too deep, please adjust it, it's backless", the taunts and criticism every girl endures from our judgmen

It's funny how time flies so quickly. My whole life can be summarized in a few short moments, and within seconds, the entire story seems to be over. Just six months ago, I started working hard on my college applications, and since then, I haven't looked back. It feels like yesterday when I was regretting not having taken math, yet knowing I had the skills and abilities to keep up with those who did. This reflection is a common occurrence for me; I often find myself pondering

In life, we often face a tricky balance of forgetting and forgiving, especially when we've been hurt by others. It's like having a hidden scar that can suddenly flare up with even the smallest trigger. I think this feeling is something we all understand deep down, as we carry both visible and hidden scars that shape who we are. We all bear scars, some deeply ingrained in our hearts, while others are more surface-level but still painful. These wounds, though we may not talk ab

I am absolutely crazy about cricket! Every bit of it makes me the happiest person alive. Whether it's a losing game or a thrilling victory, it's just amazing and so exhilarating to watch. Playing cricket for my previous school was like a dream come true for my inner child. Representing my team and house has been a tremendous source of pride for me. I like to think of myself as one of the most knowledgeable cricket enthusiasts around. Being a girl, I didn't always have the cha

I am a hunter for success , to look life as a better sight need to stop looking down at things, regardlessof fear's might. By picking up courage and hope,I rise anew, But my heart hangs in the dark terror hue It's afraid to come out of the dark. The soul within barks out of me Would you ever pass your youth Would you survive in a world full of machines who are out of their booth? At night, my ice-frozen tears come to melt. and roll out my eyes, wondering with different though