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That night was the most scenic blushing with an auroral glow, Darkness was embroidered with multi-hued artistry, the moonbow, Moist petals of the vagrant clouds drizzled with warmth and affection, Tranquilizing the breath (zephyr) of cradling waves of ocean.
The velour of the sky was being knitted by the angels, They embellished with glinting beads, in divine apparels, A crescent diamond was engraved to blow a scintillating kiss, A tinge of a moonbow elevated the quantum of bliss.
It was the first time she was with him all alone, In the night time, in the middle of a beach, where starlight shone, He cloistered her soul within his arms, she rested her head on his chest, his heartbeats matched the tone of the waves escaping shore's arrest.
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Time flies, just like the hummingbirds from our window. And memories stay, somehow digging their way up once our senses come into contact with their chattels. Some words still, can weave the same ecstasy we felt, when we heard or read them for the first time. And today, of all the other days, is different. The misspelled tattoo which I have been carrying on my arms as a mistake, I am admiring it with my tears. It's been so long, but I can still breathe the air filled with my anger that day, for you ruined the tattoo on my arm.
A hot, summer day, cradling the sanguine zephyrs, swiftly blowing the strands off my loose bun. I went to you, eagerness dripping off along my sweat. Eagerly waiting for my first tattoo done, with my pen name: Saya! I saw your troubled face, once I entered. Eyes, dancing along with tides of confusion, and they stopped by me, as if I was the shore. You made me sit, and started with your work. That huge machine, took my life out, until you assured me, telling me about my dress. I couldn't believe the sight I saw, after you were done. I still remember my tears flowing incessantly and you panicking like I already stopped breathing. I remember my scream, "You spelled it wrong! That's why I said, I hate tattoos. And I hate you." And I left.
Mine is a stretch of quiet joys inspiring me to live and write about. Telling me to switch off my phone, find a space in the balcony and bask on the gentle zephyr promising peace, all mine to enjoy on a lovely afternoon. When the weather is made of beautiful dreams and the sepia glow frames a cinematic view as Christmas songs fill the air with warm nostalgia, I take a deep breath and let it all sink in.
Days like today fill my cup with hope to the brim. When the sun paints the skies with the most breathtaking hues of blues, washing away all the ugly blues. Like a soothing balm doing wonders to the weary soul, making me feel everything is going to be fine.
I no longer count the days and try to label them good or bad. I simply take them as they are and receive the gifts they have for me. The lessons and life hacks that get me through trying times and keep me sane amidst the chaos and uncertainty. I'm not going to pretend that it's all sunshine from this side but I dwell on the gentle knowing that no matter how seemingly strange or dark a season is, it always carries some light.
It may seem hard to find things to celebrate about nowadays when the world seems to be upside down and things can get overwhelming. But we will surely get by.
Cherish tidbits of happiness no matter how small they may be. Look for the little packets of silver linings scattered on secret corners you'd never imagine waiting for you to be found. When all else fails, still, be gentle with yourself. Breathe deeply like you never did before. Let the soothing zephyr touch and heal your soul.
Breathe. Hold space. Embrace the gentle parts of today. Of every day.