Novel & Cerita Poems On Life's Journey

Love is the universal language that transcends borders and bridges the divides of humanity. As we navigate the twists and turns of life's grand tapestry, we must remember that we are never truly alone. The stories of countless souls intertwine with ours, their wisdom and experiences guiding us along the way. We are part of an intricate web of existence, and our actions have the power to create ripples of change that reach far beyond our own horizons. With every sunrise, a new chapter begins, and with every sunset, a chapter ends. Life is a book of infinite pages, waiting for our words to fill them with purpose and passion. It's a canvas of endless possibilities, and we are the artists of our

The face of my father painted weeping appeared, leading to more twists in my heart. In the embrace of the inevitable, a peculiar serenity settled over me. The cacophony of life muted, and a profound acceptance washed over like a gentle tide. As the last breath lingered, I became a transient voyager, departing from the shores of the tangible into the vast expanse of the unknowable. Life, slipping away like grains of sand through the fingers of time, a testament to the transient beauty of existence….

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

It was a small volume of poems by a writer named Olaren the Younger, who had lived two hundred years ago at the edge of the eastern continent and had written about water and waiting. The book had been lost in the fire. She had been trying to remember the poems ever since. She recited two for me. The ones she could remember most of. They were simple. They were about a river going past a stone. They were the kind of poems a man read when he had spent his life ruling a founder pack and needed a quiet thing at the end of the day. I wrote the poems down. I wrote them on a clean page in my study. I added them to the drawer where I kept Mira's letters and my father's last note.

It would be fine if it was someone else but The woman was Lauren herself. Life” is such a wide umbrella; a word that covers many, many things, and everyone’s experience of it is different. So let’s narrow it down. Let’s look at some poems about life that crack open how life can feel when we’re struggling and things are hard…but also ones that put a balm on that wound. There’s a lot of shit going on right now. There always is, but it’s been particularly sharp and thorny lately, and sometimes we need someone to put that into the words we just don’t have in us. Words that make us feel heard and understood, that acknowledge our pain and how heavy life can feel. And sometimes we also need to get

And that is why I faced the repercussions. The full week had been a lesson. I learned and unlearned. I am tired of everything. Still, I do not know which way to go. I do not know what to do and how to do it. I need a week off. Or even more than that. I do not know where my life is leading me. I can see a road in front of me bifurcated into two. One is grassier and the other is less. The less grassy means travelling on the road without any motive and goal whilst enduring things that come my way. A Grassier road means leading a life without fearing the outcomes. Just focusing on the process and endeavouring. Travelling on the less travelled road that is the grassier road is difficult but that

He was about to curse himself when he found neat handwriting next to his poem. Rayven was confused, but his eyes followed the words, reading it to his brain quietly. Life is not a lot Life is just a thought As beautiful as I want Does not have to haunt It is full of ups and downs Of highs and lows of different towns With lights and nights of equal time You live and die for every dime I see the light that's not too dim I see that it is not so grim So, I try to light my world for me I try to listen; not hear from me

A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites. And so much more. The ideas never stop, and so do I. I hope you'll listen. I hope I can amaze you. I hope I can make you dream. Everything I have built, am building, and will build, I do in the hope that, looking back, I can say I've lived without regrets. That I've said everything I wanted to say. Even though I've been away for so long. Even though I've suffered. I want to look into the eyes of my future self and tell her to be proud, because I did it.

'Life is similar to a bus ride. The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in. At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent. But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of th

One of the nomad man was singing some folk song, I could not understand the literal meaning but it was soothing my ears. "This is gonna be a unforgettable journey for me",I said in my heart watching the sun fading away in the sand dunes and the sky turned dark purple shade. The song floated in the deep silence of the sands.I knew this journey would lead me to a new phase of life where past and present merge to bloom into a unexpected future. ******************************* ~~Trishla Singh😊😊😊