I recently got into writing poems more again, so here is a poem that was inspired by a deep, meaningful talk on a blanket underneath the soft spring sun.
Tacky green glasses roost on her head like a giant grasshopper. She flirts awkwardly with the camera as she is half smiling, half duck-facing.
Life stages many different shots of us and each of them tells a story…
When did you last make time to care for yourself?
How does good self-care even look like?
Of course, only you can know how to look after yourself best. Perhaps this guide will help you figure it out?
When a person keeps churning your mind and when your memories of them flood your conscious at whim, it’s a sign that you haven’t gotten closure with them yet.
What is it that causes your soul to flag this chapter with them as incomplete? And what remedies could possibly appease the internal upheaval which is stemming from this unfinished story?
At the age of 12, my mind resembled a jolly playground of spinning fantasies and swinging creativity. As my fantasy world expanded every day, I also began to knit characters and stories around it. Eventually, it became impossible for me to keep all this yarn of tales locked away in my head, and that is how I came to my first attempt of writing a book.
Do you believe in the power of words?
Words are never just words. Words build meaning.
Words create images.
Words evoke feelings.
Words matter because…