Late night, oh late night,
When the world is asleep and out of sight,
I find myself lost in thought,
In the silence where my mind is taught.
The moon shines bright up above,
As I ponder life, love, and all thereof,
The stars twinkle like fairy lights,
Guiding me through the darkest nights.
My heart beats slow, my breath is calm,
As I let go of all that’s wrong,
And embrace the peace that surrounds,
In this moment, where tranquility abounds.
Late night, oh late night,
You are my solace, my guiding light,
In your stillness, I find my way,
Through the chaos of each passing day.
Tag: introspection
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Late night, oh late night
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Agony of Denial
She wept to me, inquiring if what she was ablaze for was merited.
And I could only gnaw my lips through a
“Negation.”
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Impromptu poem
In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
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Meaning of meaning
What is the meaning of meaning?
I’ve searched and searched, I’m still a-dreaming,
The more I think, the more I’m losing
The meaning of that very thing.
Some say that meaning is the goal,
That we must strive to reach it whole,
But then, what is the goal of striving,
If striving is the thing we’re buying?
Is meaning something that we find,
Or something that we make up kind?
If meaning is something that we make,
Then what I make is what I take.
And if I make my meaning so,
Then meaning has no meaning, oh,
But if I find my meaning out,
Then meaning has a meaning, shout!
So meaning is a mystery,
A thing that’s hard to understand,
But if I think about it lots,
Maybe I’ll find the answer, grand.absurdism, answer, dream, existentialism, Find, Goal, humor, introspection, lose, lots, make, meaning, mystery, philosophy, poem, poems, Poetry, Pondering, questioning, reflection, Searching, strive, think
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Omphaloskepsis
Inwardly I gaze, with great intent,
Introspection my sole intent,
In meditation, I find content,
Contemplating my life’s extent.Omphaloskepsis, a journey within,
Philosophy to cleanse my sin,
Reflecting on the person I’ve been,
A new perspective to begin.My mind’s eye opens, my soul exposed,
My deepest thoughts no longer closed,
Self-reflection, I’m now composed.
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Sunday Musings
Sunday Musings
The day of rest, a time to reflect,
A peaceful moment, with no regret,
Lost in thought, I find myself,
As I ponder life, my mind takes a delve,
Sunday musings, a chance to renew,
A time to let my imagination accrue.
© VishalDutia
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Finding Myself
Lost in the labyrinth of life,
Lamenting my lost self in strife,
Looking for a light to lead me through,
Longing for a path that feels true.Soul-searching in solitude,
Seeking answers with fortitude,
Shedding layers of pretense and guise,
Shimmering bits of my true self arise.Shining through the cracks and seams,
Showing me what my heart truly deems,
Slowly but surely finding my way,
Savoring every moment of each new day.Self-discovery is an ongoing quest,
Sometimes arduous but worth the test,
Strengthening my identity and core,
Setting me free to explore more.Introspection is my trusted guide,
Inviting me to look deep inside,
Inquiring about what makes me whole,
Inspiring me to reach my goal.Journeying on this winding road,
Juggling doubts and fears that have slowed,
Joining hands with my newfound self,
Just being present and true to myself.
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Invisible
I am invisible to myself, a mystery I can’t quite see,
A perception that’s clouded, and a self-awareness not yet free.
I look in the mirror, but I don’t recognize the face,
A stranger looking back, in a strange and unfamiliar space.
The world may know me, but I’m still a mystery to myself,
A journey of introspection, and a quest to find my own wealth.
I’ll explore my identity, and find the truth in my heart,
And let go of the perceptions, that have kept me apart.
I am invisible to myself, but I’ll find my way to the light,
And embrace the person I am, and the person I’ll be in sight.
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Dream’s Discovery
In a dream, I find myself,
Exploring my subconscious, and discovering my true wealth,
A journey of self-discovery, a revelation of stealth,
A moment of clarity, a moment of personal health.
The dream leads me to places, both dark and light,
Revealing aspects of myself, that I had never sight,
A journey of introspection, and a personal fight,
To understand myself, and find my true might.
In the dream, I confront my fears, and face my doubts,
And discover my strengths, and what I’m truly about,
A journey of self-awareness, and a personal shout,
To the world, that I’m here, and I won’t sell out.
The dream ends, but the revelation remains,
And I wake up, feeling renewed, and with no stains,
A journey of self-discovery, and personal gains,
In a dream, I found myself, and broke my chains.
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The Solitude Fence
The thing about silence is that it lines
The fences of solitude, where one often pines
For a connection, a voice, a comforting sound
But in the stillness, only echoes rebound.The solitude fence can be hard to climb
But with introspection, one can find the time
To appreciate the peace that comes with being alone
And to make the solitude fence one’s own.The mind becomes clear, the heart settles down
And in the tranquil silence, one can be found.
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In A Dimmed Room
In A Dimmed Room
In a dimmed room, I sit alone, lost in thought,
The ambiance soothes me, as I let my mind be caught.
The shadows dance around me, in a graceful embrace,
As the candle flickers, casting a warm and gentle face.
I contemplate life and love, and all that lies between,
As I embrace the solitude, and the peace that it brings.
In this dimmed room, I find the clarity that I seek,
And I feel my soul recharging, as I let my mind speak.
The world outside fades away, as I sink into myself,
In this moment of introspection, I find the wealth.
So I sit here in the dimness, content and at peace,
As the flickering flame illuminates, my mind finds release.
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I Believed Our Paths to be Intertwined
I Believed Our Paths to be Intertwined
I believed our paths to be intertwined,
Infinite in their intimacy, never confined.
Imprinted in my heart, your presence profound,
Inevitable and indelible, lost but never found.Inescapable and intricate, our fate foretold,
Intrigued by the idea, my heart did unfold.
Insignificant and isolated, my path lies alone,
In the end, I realize, I was on my own.
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Man in Search of Self
Man in Search of Self
In the depths of his soul, he roams,
Seeking to know who he truly owns,
Through trials and tears, he perseveres,
To find the answers that quell his fears.
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Sometimes I Stare at My Reflection
Sometimes I Stare at My Reflection
Sometimes I stare at my reflection, and I don’t like what I see,
Every flaw and imperfection, staring back at me.
The lines on my face, and the scars on my skin,
Make me feel like I’m not enough, like I’ll never win.
But then I take a step back, and I see the bigger picture,
I realize that I’m unique, and I’m not just a fixture.
My flaws make me who I am, and that’s something to love,
Sometimes I stare at my reflection, and I’m grateful for the above.
I see the strength and resilience, that I’ve gained over the years,
And I know that I’m capable, of overcoming all my fears.
Sometimes I stare at my reflection, and I smile with pride,
Because I know that I’m worth it, and my worth will never subside.
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I Lie Awake at Midnight
I Lie Awake at Midnight
I lie awake at midnight, oh how peaceful,
Insomniac and irritated, like a burden so stressful.
Incessantly tossing and turning, with no end in sight,
Inevitably exhausted, with each passing night.Intrusive thoughts and ideas, they won’t let go,
Incapacitating and insidious, like a never-ending flow.
Internalizing and isolating, I’m lost in my mind,
Intensely overwhelmed, like a never-ending bind.Insecure and indecisive, I question my fate,
Intrinsically flawed, like a broken crate.
Inept and insincere, I lie to myself,
Incessantly struggling, like a book on a shelf.anxiety, awake, humor, insecurity, insomnia, introspection, irony, mental health, midnight, poem, poems, Poetry, sarcasm, stress, struggle
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The Voice of the Soul
The Voice of the Soul #Poetry
The voice of the soul whispers so soft,
Calling forth the depths of being.
Its words both lofty and aloft.It speaks to us when the world seems lost,
With messages beyond our seeing.
The voice of the soul whispers so soft.Its words may carry love at any cost,
Or prompt us to seek deeper meaning.
Its words both lofty and aloft.When we’re lost in life, at a heavy cost,
The voice of the soul can be redeeming.
The voice of the soul whispers so soft.Through the storm it’s easy to feel tossed,
But the soul’s voice can be so freeing.
Its words both lofty and aloft.So when you’re feeling trapped and exhaust,
Take time to listen to the voice of being.
The voice of the soul whispers so soft,
Its words both lofty and aloft.
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Who is me #Poetry
Who is me #Poetry
Who is me, who am I?
A question that often makes me sigh.
Is it the name I was given at birth?
Or is it the sum of my worth?Is it my actions or my words?
Or the way my presence is heard?
Is it my thoughts, my beliefs?
Or the way my heart grieves?Is it my past or my present?
Or the dreams I hold so fervent?
Is it the scars that I bear?
Or the hope that I dare?Who is me, who am I?
A question that often makes me cry.
But maybe the answer lies within,
In the way I love and where I’ve been.
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Exploring the Human Condition
Exploring the Human Condition
In the depths of the human heart
Lies a story waiting to impart
A journey that we all must take
To understand the choices we makeWe are all bound by the human condition
A never-ending search for definition
Of who we are and what we mean
In a world that’s ever-changing, unseenWe laugh, we cry, we love, we hate
Emotions that make us who we create
We are a puzzle of contradictions
Complexities that defy easy predictionsWe struggle to find our place in the world
To leave a mark, to make our story unfurled
And yet, we are all connected by the same thread
The human experience that we all must treadSo, let us explore the depths of our being
And embrace the beauty in our imperfections’ seeing
For it is in accepting our humanity
That we can find true unity and community.
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Finding Clarity Through Writing
Finding Clarity Through Writing
In the words we write upon the page,
We find a solace that can never age,
A way to sort through thoughts and fears,
And find the clarity we seek so dear.Through the strokes of the pen or keys of the board,
Our thoughts take shape and we are restored,
Our minds become clear as we write,
And we can see our lives in a new light.Writing gives us the chance to explore,
Our deepest selves and all we adore,
We can express our emotions without restraint,
And find the answers that we seek to gain.So let us take a moment to write,
And find the clarity we seek in life,
For in the written word, we can find,
A path to peace and a joyful mind.
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Embracing Loneliness
Embracing Loneliness
Loneliness is not always bleak,
It’s a friend who comes to speak,
Of quiet moments and introspection,
Of deeper truths and self-connection.In solitude, we find our strength,
And learn to go to any length,
To embrace the beauty of being alone.
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A Week in a Line
A Week in a Line
Monday’s beginning anew,
Tuesday’s rush with work to do,
Wednesday’s midweek blues,
Thursday’s hope, the end in view,
Friday’s joy, the weekend’s debut,
Saturday’s fun, whatever we pursue,
Sunday’s rest, a chance to renew.
© VishalDutia
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The Day Your Faith Was Shaken
The Day Your Faith Was Shaken
The day your faith was shaken,
Was the day you learned to doubt,
The things you thought were certain,
Were suddenly without.You searched for understanding,
And found a new perspective,
The doubts that once consumed you,
Are now introspective.change, day, Doubt, faith, growth, introspection, perspective, poems, Poetry, shaken, the, Understanding, was, your
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“Wisdom: Illuminating the Path to a Fulfilling Life with 10 Original Quotes”
“Wisdom: Illuminating the Path to a Fulfilling Life with 10 Original Quotes”
- “True wisdom is not just knowing what to do, but knowing how to do it with grace and kindness.”
- “Wisdom is like a river, always flowing and changing, but always leading us towards greater understanding.”
- “The journey towards wisdom is a never-ending quest, but the destination is always worth the effort.”
- “The wise person knows that knowledge is just the beginning, and that true wisdom comes from applying it to life’s challenges.”
- “Wisdom is the ability to discern what truly matters in life, and to live in harmony with our deepest values.”
- “A wise person is not one who has all the answers, but one who is willing to ask the right questions.”
- “True wisdom is not found in books or lectures, but in the quiet moments of reflection and introspection.”
- “The wise person sees every challenge as an opportunity to learn, grow, and become stronger.”
- “Wisdom is the light that shines within us, guiding us towards our highest potential.”
- “The pursuit of wisdom is a lifelong journey, but the joy is in the journey itself.”
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In my silent solitude
In my silent solitude
In my silent solitude,
I hear the whispers of my soul,
A peaceful, stillness,
That makes me feel whole.
The world fades away,
As I find my inner peace.© VishalDutia
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A jumble and mishmash
A jumble and mishmash,
Of thoughts and emotions intertwined,
A chaotic mess of contradictions,
That cloud my heart and mind.
It’s hard to make sense of it all,
To sort and untangle the mess,
But maybe in the midst of the confusion,
Lies the beauty of life’s richness.© VishalDutia
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The sound of solitude
Version 1
In the stillness of the night,
When the world is calm and quiet,
There’s a sound that fills the air,
A melody that’s always there.It’s the sound of solitude,
A gentle hum that’s understood,
A symphony of peace and calm,
A soothing balm that heals all harm.It whispers secrets in your ear,
And wipes away all doubt and fear,
It tells you that you’re not alone,
And makes your heart feel like a home.The sound of solitude is pure,
It’s a gift that’s always sure,
To bring you comfort and solace,
And help you find your inner balance.So when you’re lost and feeling blue,
And don’t know what to say or do,
Just listen to the sound of solitude,
And let it guide you through.Version 2
In the quiet of the night,
When the world is out of sight,
I hear a sound that’s pure and true,
A melody that’s meant for few.It’s the sound of solitude,
A peaceful hum that’s never rude,
A song that speaks of inner peace,
And brings my restless soul release.It whispers secrets in my ear,
And tells me things I need to hear,
Of love and hope and gentle grace,
And how to find my rightful place.The sound of solitude is sweet,
A balm for when my heart’s offbeat,
It brings me to a higher plane,
And helps me find my peace again.So when the world is loud and wild,
And my heart is like a frightened child,
I close my eyes and listen close,
And let the sound of solitude guide me most.© VishalDutia
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Dear heart of mine
Dear heart of mine
Dear heart of mine,
Why do you always pine
For things out of reach
And dreams we cannot breachYou flutter and you ache
With every step we take
But in your sweetest pain
Lies a hope that still remains.
© VishalDutia
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Failed to understand
Failed to understand
Version 1
Failed to understand, the words left unsaid, The silence that lingers, like a weight on my head, The truth that’s hidden, behind a veil of lies, The hurt that’s felt, when trust slowly dies.
For in the end, it’s the lack of communication, That leads to misunderstandings, and separation, And though we try, to bridge the divide, Sometimes it’s too late, and we’re left to decide.
Version 2
Failed to understand, the words left unsaid, The hidden meanings, that went over my head, A message lost, in the gaps between, A moment that passed, and left me keen.
For understanding, requires a deeper dive, And the courage to ask, to seek and to strive, To bridge the gaps, that keep us apart, And find a way, to connect the heart.
© VishalDutia
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Deep wounds
Deep wounds
Deep wounds, they say, will heal with time
But the scars they leave are not so kind
Painful memories that linger and stay
Haunt us throughout each passing dayThe hurt and ache that we endure
Will test us, challenge us, that much is sure
But in time, we learn to cope and find
Strength and hope to leave the pain behind.
© VishalDutia
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The months, I count
The months, I count
One by one, the months go by,
As time keeps slipping, I can’t deny.
I count the days, I count the weeks,
Hoping to find the answers that I seek.But time keeps ticking, without a sound,
And life keeps moving, all around.
I’ll keep counting, until I find,
The peace and solace, I have in mind.
© VishalDutia
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Echoes in the Silence
Echoes in the Silence
In the silence, echoes linger on,
A whisper of words, a half-remembered song,
The remnants of what was said and done,
Fading into memory, one by one.The echoes speak of days gone by,
Of joy and sorrow, of tears and sighs,
And though they fade into the night,
They leave a mark, a trace of light.
© VishalDutia
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A Poet’s Soul Is For Everyone To See
A Poet’s Soul Is For Everyone To See
A poet’s soul is for everyone to see, Bared open with vulnerability, A canvas for self-expression and creativity, And a mirror of the human complexity.
Through the words we write, And the emotions we convey, We share our authenticity and might, And connect with others in a relatable way.
For a poet’s soul is not just our own, But a reflection of the human experience, With the ability to touch hearts unknown, And bring comfort to those in need of clearance.
With empathy and introspection, We delve deep into the human psyche, And share stories that offer reflection, And a new perspective that is worth a psyche.
Through art and communication, We reveal universal truths, And connect with others in a powerful relation, That is deeper than mere words or proofs.
So a poet’s soul is for everyone to see, A gift of expression and connection, A reminder of the human reality, And the beauty of our shared introspection.
I hope you enjoy it!
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When The World Ends
When The World Ends
When the world ends, what will remain?
A memory of joy, a tinge of pain?
Will the echoes of love still resonate
Or will darkness and chaos dominate?As the final sunset fades from view
We’ll hold onto hope and start anew.© VishalDutia
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A Whisper from a Dreamer
A Whisper from a Dreamer
A whisper from a dreamer,
Echoes from a world so pure,
With imagination as the leader,
And hope that shall endure.In the land of fantasy and dreams,
Where creativity knows no bounds,
A whisper from a dreamer beams,
And inspiration astounds.With passion as the driving force,
Aspirations light the way,
A vision that is an endless source,
Of the beauty of each new day.Introspection leads to self-discovery,
And motivation is the key,
To a world of boundless opportunity,
And a life that is free.For in the whisper from a dreamer,
There is optimism and longing,
A chance to be a true believer,
And to find the courage to keep on belonging.So let the whisper from a dreamer,
Guide you on your way,
And know that with every new chapter,
There is a new hope for the day.© VishalDutia
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You only saw dead flowers
You only saw dead flowers
You only saw dead flowers, But I saw so much more, I saw the beauty in imperfection, And the growth that came before.
You saw the wilted petals, And the colors fading away, But I saw the transformation, And the resilience on display.
For even in their withering, The flowers showed their strength, Their ability to adapt and change, And to go to greater lengths.
And as the blooms fell away, Making room for something new, I saw the hope and renewal, That comes with a fresh view.
So don’t let your perception, Limit the beauty you can see, For there is growth and change, In every moment and every degree.
Take a step back and look closer, With a different perspective in mind, And you’ll see the resilience and beauty, That we all have the ability to find.
© VishalDutia
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The Truth of Life
The Truth of Life
Life is a journey, with its ups and downs,
A path that we all must walk on our own.
It’s a quest to find our true purpose and meaning,
And a chance to grow, learn and find our being.The truth of life is that nothing stays the same,
And change is a constant, it’s the only game.
We must learn to adapt and be flexible,
And embrace each challenge as an opportunity to excel.The secret to a meaningful life is not found in fame,
Nor in wealth, power, or a worldly name.
It’s in the relationships we build, the love we give,
And the wisdom we gain as we truly live.So take time to reflect, and to know yourself well,
And let your inner truth guide you like a bell.
For the truth of life is a journey of the heart,
And it’s up to us to create our own art.
© VishalDutia
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