Life's Journey Poems Novels & Stories

A life that had been lifeless since its inception. This is how my journey ends. This is what it all signifies. My life is a song of winter. A song of death. Under the mourning pine tree let me be laid. Come, oh cold death let me be swayed. As the lonely white snow dissolves the heat. My life shall fly away as it takes my breath. My life, my honor, and dignity be slain. Let my royal armour be torn and stained. My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

It was her stressful days that kept her awake throughout the night, her body was tired and begging for rest. The soft wind caressing her cheeks, there she laid thinking about the steep lands that were awaiting her, she kept thinking about the jigsaw of her life, about the missing pieces, the forever lost pieces. Humming an old melody to herself, ‘Among the millions of stars. . . . Who would Know if you diminished?’ Among the millions of stars. . . Among the . . . . . . . . “Anaaa!, I have found you”, a noble illustrious voice spoke joyfully.

I am glad that I can lift my voice to the sky and say that I made it. I want you to know that every moment in life is special. From picking up your child at school to being the child who is going to school. From waking up in the morning to check your heartbeat to feeling the heart of others. All these moments are special. I value every moment that I spent with Clag as much as I value every moment that I have spent with someone who is dead that I am unaware of. I also value every moment I spend with everyone of you who is reading my personal experiences in life. You know, they always say life is a pleasant journey and you may never know when you are lost in it. I say, life is a pleasant journ

It made me really happy inside. "For me, a person's life is like a thread and needle. There are narrow holes we need to get in in order to go to the other side. In every hole we'll enter, it's our success. But life is not all about success. There will be a time that we will meet the other end of the needle and tie it. Now, our life is cycling continuously on the same hole."

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

a woman who loved hearing the praises of others! He racked his brain and found the poem he had learned in language class back then. “The white lotus grows out of the mud, yet it’s unsullied. It’s bathed by clear waves, yet it isn’t seductive. It’s hollow inside, and it’s straight outside. It neither sprawls nor branches. The farther away it is, the purer is its fragrance. Upright and elegant, it establishes itself cleanly. It can be viewed at a distance but can’t be toyed with!”

I say to the driver. I confess that I'm tired, very tired, but my mother is more important than anything. Now I'm close to being with her. Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Death can make you hard. Everything is temporary. Everything will slide (Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Death may leave you cold. Everything is temporary. Everything will slide away)

Pen poised above the paper, she hesitated, searching for the right words that could capture the swirling tempest inside her. *The weight of life feels heavier than I imagined.* She began, her script flowing smoothly yet trembling slightly. *It’s as if I’m being crushed under the burden of my past decisions. I had dreams once, bright and untarnished dreams. But life has a way of subverting expectations. What if I’m just repeating the mistakes of those before me?*

Only she knew the answer. Finn seemed to understand but didn't press her. Instead, he simply nodded. "Alright. In that case, congratulations on embarking on a brand-new journey in life." Something in her chest tightened. A brand-new journey—was that really possible? She had considered her previous marriage a complete failure, but even now, all she had managed to do was bring it to an end. Nothing felt new. Nothing felt like a beginning. They walked together in silence until they reached the empty classroom where the supplies were stored.