This wistful longing, deep and true,
Though known to you, it feels anew.
A poignant tugging on your heart,
A distant echo, yet a piercing art.
You call it by a different name,
But its essence remains the same.
A yearning for what once was lost,
A love that lingers, at any cost.
Is it nostalgia, bittersweet and tender,
Or longing, a flame that burns forever?
Perhaps it’s both, a bittersweet refrain,
A testament to love, despite the pain.
Whatever its name, this feeling so real,
Is a reminder of love’s enduring zeal.
This wistful longing, deep and true,
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.
Bloodstains mark the soil of Manipur,
Violence reigns in its wake,
Tears fall from mothers’ eyes,
As loved ones perish in hate.
Guns echo through the hills,
Silencing peaceful thrills,
Broken dreams and shattered hopes,
Haunt the hearts of Manipur’s folks.
Anger simmers in veins,
Despair grips every train,
Youth stand against oppression,
Demanding justice’s reflection.
Peace must return to these lands,
End the cycle of strife,
Healing begins with understanding,
Love conquers hate’s vice-like grip.
May the wounded find solace,
May the lost be rediscovered grace,
May Manipur rise again,
Stronger than before.
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Psychology reveals everything we hide,
Bringing to light what we keep inside.
Philosophy heals everything we feel,
Guiding us towards growth that’s real.
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.
Silent Sunday morning, tranquil and still
A day of rest, with peace to fill
No crowds, no noise, just solitude
A moment of calm, to reset the mood
Reflect and relax, let the worries fade
Sunday solitude, a blissful escapade
Life is a journey, full of twists and turns
With moments of joy and times that burn
It’s a canvas we paint with every breath we take
A story we write with every decision we make
In poetry, we find solace for our soul
As words unravel the mysteries that life holds
It’s a reflection of our deepest fears and desires
A mirror that shows us what our heart requires
The rhythm of life beats in every verse
As we navigate through blessings and curse
Our journey may be long, but poetry is our guide
To help us find meaning in this beautiful ride.
I am a tunnel between sunrise and sunset, a journey through time,
A place where hope meets reflection, and new beginnings can climb.
The light at the end, is always within reach,
A reminder that life is a journey, and we all have a path to teach.
The shadows may be daunting, but they’re just a part of the way,
They remind us of our strength, and the light of a new day.
The journey may be long, but the destination is worth the wait,
And every step we take, is a chance to change our fate.
I am a tunnel between sunrise and sunset, a place of endless possibility,
A reminder that life is a gift, and every moment is filled with opportunity.
Time stands still inside me, a moment of peace and reflection,
A stillness that brings memories, and a sense of eternal connection.
The world may keep spinning, but I am at rest,
Watching the moments go by, feeling forever blessed.
The stillness may be fleeting, but it’s a gift I hold dear,
A chance to pause and reflect, and let go of any fear.
I’ll cherish these moments, for they are truly rare,
A chance to connect with my soul, and find peace in the air.
Time stands still inside me, and I’m grateful for the chance,
To find eternity in a moment, and let my spirit dance.
Freckles mapped upon my velvet skin,
A beauty unique, that’s found deep within.
A canvas of wonder, that’s painted with care,
A reflection of the soul, so pure and rare.
The world is full of beauty, waiting to be seen,
In the simple things of life, that are so serene.
The sun shining bright, in a clear blue sky,
A reminder of life’s wonder, that’s hard to deny.
So let us embrace, the beauty that we hold,
For it’s in the imperfections, where true beauty unfolds.
With each freckle and scar, a story to be told,
Of a life well-lived, and a heart that’s bold.
Inspired by prompt: Freckled maps on my velvet skin by spewingprompts
The mystic allure of spirited darkness, A world of secrets and hidden starkness, The moon and stars, a celestial dance, A spellbinding sight, a hypnotic trance.
The night whispers tales of ancient lore, Of magic, love, and so much more, A time of reflection, a time to dream, A time to let go, a time to redeem.
If I would’ve known, what I know now,
I would’ve made different choices, I would’ve taken a different vow,
But hindsight’s regret, is a burden I must allow,
As I reflect on my past, and the mistakes I avow.
If I would’ve known, the consequences of my actions,
I would’ve made different decisions, avoided the distractions,
But hindsight’s regret, leaves me with a sense of dissatisfaction,
As I realize the impact of my mistakes and their fatal attractions.
The past is gone, and the present is all I have,
But the weight of my mistakes, is a burden I can’t outshove,
If I would’ve known, the consequences of my misbehaves,
I would’ve made different choices, and avoided the pitfalls and landmines.
But I can’t go back, and I can’t change the past,
All I can do, is learn from my mistakes, and hold fast,
To the lessons I’ve learned, and the realization that lasts,
If I would’ve known, the power of hindsight’s reflections, I would’ve avoided the cast.
Silent old monk, in robes of brown
In his hands, a wooden crown
He sits and meditates all day
As the world around him fades away
His mind is calm, his heart is pure
His soul is free, of that he’s sure
He speaks no words, but his eyes speak true
Of peace and love, for me and you
Content with life, he needs no more
For he has found, what we all adore
I wish I could rewrite my fate,
Regret consumes me, it’s not too late,
Redemption sought in each new day,
Reflection guides me on my way.
My past mistakes, a heavy weight,
But I won’t let them seal my fate,
I’ll chart a course, a brand-new slate,
And find the joy that I create.
One life. One life only, it’s all we’ve got,
Time and opportunity, they’re worth a lot.
Purpose and meaning, they’re what we seek,
Legacy and choices, they’re what we’ll leave.
Regret and fulfillment, they’re two sides of a coin,
Happiness and gratitude, they’re what we’ll join.
Reflection and contemplation, they’re what we’ll do,
As we ponder the preciousness, of life so true.
So make the most of it, while you still can,
For life is fleeting, like a grain of sand.
Chase your dreams, and follow your heart,
For that’s where true fulfillment, will always start.
I think of me and you, and the love we share,
The connection we have, it’s beyond compare.
Reflections of memories, they flood my mind,
Emotions and feelings, they’re hard to unwind.
Intimacy and togetherness, they’re what we crave,
But separation and distance, they’re what we brave.
Longing and hope, they’re what we hold,
For a future together, that’s worth more than gold.
So I think of me and you, and the love we share,
And I know in my heart, that we’ll always be there.
Look inside my soul’s reflection,
What do you see in this frame?
Is my spirit bright like the daytime,
Or does darkness fill up the whole space?
My heart holds many wonders,
Some full of love, some not so true,
But regardless of what you may find there,
The only thing that matters is how much they are loved, too.
So please tell me now honestly,
In your opinion am I really that great?
Do others admire me for who I truly be,
Or will my inner light just continue to fade?
Reflect upon this carefully,
For my emotions truly can’t lie,
And as long as you believe in me,
I know I’ll always have reason to fly.
O mirror, mirror on the wall,
Your truth has showed me all;
With courage from within my core,
This journey I’m prepared to take.
Running, back to the past, with a heart full of regret,
Reminiscing on the memories, that they’ll never forget,
Reflections of mistakes made, and chances missed,
But a chance to return, to rekindle what’s dismissed.
Recollections of times gone by, and moments that passed,
A chance at redemption, to renew what’s lost at last,
Running down that old street, with a heart full of hope,
A chance to make things right, and a chance to cope.
The trees are weeping, the rivers dry,
The winds are still, the creatures sigh,
Nature’s lament echoes through the land,
A mournful dirge, a funeral band.
We’ve taken so much, and given so little,
Our greed and ignorance, an endless riddle,
Nature’s pain, our fate’s acquittal.
The Late Night Talks
In the hush of the night,
We sit and talk, with all our might.
A time for reflection, a time for thought,
A moment to share, what our hearts have wrought.
The late night talks, a special time,
A chance to connect, and make things fine.
To share our dreams, our hopes, our fears,
And wipe away, all the lonely tears.
With every word, a bond is formed,
A friendship that’s true, and never scorned.
For in the depths of the night,
We find the courage, to make things right.
So let the late night talks, continue on,
A special moment, with each new dawn.
For in the quiet of the night,
We find the strength, to make things right.
Sorrow may seem bitter, but there’s sweetness too,
A poignant reminder of love we once knew.
Memories that keep us anchored to the past,
And help us to weather the stormy forecast.
The ache in our hearts may never completely heal,
But it’s a sign of a life that was vivid and real.
An ode to those who’ve gone before us,
Their stories etched forever in our consciousness.
The sweetness of sorrow comes from the shared pain,
The comfort of knowing we’re not alone in our refrain.
We hold tightly to those who matter most,
And cherish their memory like a treasured ghost.
It’s hard to let go and say our final goodbye,
To a love so pure it touched the sky.
But in our sadness, we find solace in each other,
A balm for our grief, a light for our brother.
How to Compare Love
Love is an experience that can be difficult to put into words. It’s a subjective feeling that is different for everyone. Love has been a common topic throughout history, and poets have tried to capture its essence in their work. In this poem, I attempt to compare love to the things around us that we can see and touch.
Love can be compared to a flower,
That blooms and dances in the sun,
It’s fragile yet resilient,
And when nurtured, it blossoms and is fun.
Love can also be compared to a flame,
That burns and lights up every space,
It can warm and comfort us,
And help us find our place.
Love is like a winged bird,
That soars and flies without restraint,
It freely comes and goes,
And leaves its mark without complaint.
Love may take on many forms,
Like a painting with countless hues,
It can be intense or subtle,
But it always shines through.
So, how does one compare love?
It’s like trying to catch a shooting star,
Love is a unique experience,
That is beautiful just as you are.
Trapped in the Wrong Body
I feel like a stranger in my own skin
A prisoner of a body that’s not mine
A mismatch between the outside and within
A conflict that I can’t seem to align
I look at the mirror and see a lie
A reflection that does not match my soul
A disguise that I have to wear and comply
A burden that I have to bear and control
I long for a day when I can be free
A day when I can express who I am
A day when I can live authentically
A day when I can be happy and calm
But until then I have to cope and fight
To find a way to escape this plight.
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.
My world once revolved around you,
Round and round, like a ferris wheel hue.
Revolting and ridiculous, I look back with glee,
Realizing now, that I was too blind to see.
Ridiculed and rejected, I was the fool,
Raging and ranting, like a stubborn mule.
Reeling and retching, I couldn’t let go,
Ravaging my heart, like a relentless foe.
Ripe with regret and remorse, I move on,
Rising above, like the break of dawn.
Rekindling my passions, and finding my way,
Reclaiming my life, with each passing day.
In between the rush of life,
Amidst the stress and toil and strife,
There lies a moment to be still,
To listen to the calm and feel the thrill.
In between the ticking of the clock,
There lies a space, a peaceful dock,
Where we can rest and catch our breath,
And find the stillness in the midst of death.
For life is fleeting, time is short,
But in between lies a precious sort,
Of moment that we can behold,
To cherish and keep and never let go.
So let us take this time to pause,
To listen to the calm and feel the cause,
Of peace and joy that fills our soul,
And makes us whole.
I despised the person in the reflection,
A stranger staring back, devoid of affection.
I saw flaws and imperfections, and all that was wrong,
And felt like I didn’t belong.
But then I realized, with a sudden clarity,
That the person in the mirror, was me.
And I learned to love, the person I see,
And embrace my flaws, so uniquely me.
Reflections in Rhyme,
Our words, like mirrors, show the time,
Reflecting the world, both dark and light,
And everything in between, in sight.
With rhythm and rhyme, we explore,
The depths of life, and so much more,
As we write, we find our way,
Through every moment of each day.
Sometimes we are stopped,
By obstacles in our way.
A path that’s blocked, a dream that’s dropped,
A struggle that we must face.
The road ahead may seem uncertain,
The journey may seem long.
But in the stopping, we can learn,
And find where we belong.
Sometimes we are stopped,
To take a moment to reflect.
To see the beauty that surrounds,
And give ourselves a moment to introspect.
For in the stopping, we can grow,
And find our truest selves.
A journey of learning, a journey to know,
The beauty that life compels.
So let us embrace the stopping,
And trust the journey that’s ahead.
For in the stopping, we’ll find our footing,
And a life that’s truly led.
The moon shines bright,
As I lay in bed tonight,
Wrapped up in blankets tight,
My thoughts drift to the monthly plight.
A cycle that comes with the moon,
A monthly ritual that starts at noon,
A time when I feel the pain and gloom,
A time when I retreat to my room.
The blood flows like the tide,
Cramps and discomfort I cannot hide,
But I know it’s a natural ride,
A journey that I take in my stride.
Moonlit blood, a symbol of life,
A reminder of my inner strife,
A time when I pause and reflect,
A time when I take care and protect.
My attitude is a mirror,
Reflecting who I truly am,
Positive or negative,
It’s my choice, not a jam.
A smile or a frown,
My demeanor sets the tone,
My attitude, my reflection,
Defines how I am known.
The pause, a moment of stillness,
A break from the rush and grind.
A chance to breathe, a chance to witness,
The beauty that’s often left behind.
In the pause, we can find clarity,
And see the world with fresh eyes.
A moment of peace, a moment of rarity,
When the soul can truly rise.
For in the pause, we can reflect,
On the journey that’s been so far.
And find the strength to redirect,
And let our true selves shine like a star.
So let us embrace the pause,
And trust the journey that’s ahead.
For in the pause, we’ll find our cause,
And a life that’s truly led.
A minor incident, a passing thought
A momentary lapse, easily forgot
A fleeting memory, a gentle breeze
A blip on the radar, a moment of ease
But who’s to say what’s minor or not
In the grand scheme of things, what’s forgot
So let us cherish each moment we’ve got
For even the minor incidents hold a special spot
As the sun sets, and darkness falls,
I feel my spirit, start to withdraw.
The weight of the day, takes its toll,
And I retreat, into my soul.
The world around, starts to fade,
As I seek refuge, in the shade.
The stars above, twinkle bright,
As I lose myself, into the night.
The worries and fears, slowly melt away,
As I become one, with the night and its sway.
The moon’s glow, a soothing balm,
As I let go, of all that is wrong.
The stillness of the night, is a comfort,
A moment of peace, that cannot be hurt.
The quietude, a gentle embrace,
As I lose myself, into the night’s space.
Oh, the beauty of fading into the night,
A moment of solace, that feels so right.
A chance to reflect, and find one’s way,
As the night, leads me to a brighter day.
Write my fellows, in ink, screen, or plaque,
Let your words flow, don’t hold them back.
Create worlds with your pen, paint pictures with your keys,
Tell stories of love, of heartache, and of dreams.
Use your voice to inspire, to heal, to ignite,
Write my fellows, let your words take flight.
The path of reflection, a journey of the mind,
A chance to explore, the thoughts we find,
To ponder life’s questions, and seek the truth,
To understand our actions, from our youth,
To discover our purpose, and find our way,
To grow and evolve, each and every day.
Watching the Night
Watching the night,
Silent and still,
As the stars twinkle bright,
And the world sleeps until
Loneliness creeps in,
As solitude takes hold,
And the mind begins
To reflect and unfold
The secrets kept within,
The dreams and the fears,
Washed away by the din
Of the night’s gentle tears
Watching the night,
Beneath the moon’s soft glow,
The soul takes flight
As the heart begins to know
The beauty of the darkness,
And the power of the light,
As the mind finds its harness
In the stillness of the night.
Countless words, within my mind,
A jumbled mess, that’s hard to find,
But pen in hand, and paper near,
I’ll write it down, to make it clear.
The power of writing, I’ll employ,
To make sense of this world, of joy and ploy,
Through every scribble, line and verse,
I’ll find myself, and quench my thirst.
Drunk off nostalgia, I reminisce
On moments in time I surely miss
A past that’s gone, but not forgotten
In my heart, those memories soften
The present fades, the past comes clear
And I’m inspired to create new memories here.
As I sit down to write this letter, I am filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity about what your life is like at the age of 100. I can only imagine the experiences you have had, the people you have met, and the lessons you have learned along the way.
First and foremost, I hope that you are healthy and happy. I hope that you have found joy in the simple things in life and that you continue to cherish every moment. I hope that you have surrounded yourself with love, and that you are still deeply connected to family and friends.
I also hope that you have remained curious and engaged with the world around you. Have you continued to learn and grow? Have you traveled to new places and tried new things? I hope that you have never lost your sense of adventure.
As I write this letter, I am filled with so many questions about what your life is like. What have been the greatest challenges you have faced? What are the proudest accomplishments of your life? What do you see as your legacy?
Most importantly, I want you to know that no matter what your life has been like, you have made a difference in the world. Whether it was through your work, your relationships, or your simple acts of kindness, you have touched the lives of others in ways both big and small.
I am proud of the person you have become, and I look forward to continuing to learn from you in the years to come. Here’s to another century of living life to the fullest.
With love and admiration,
Your 30-year-old self.
Here’s a poetic way of expressing
A Letter to My Future Self
Dear future self, at one hundred years old,
What wonders have you seen, what tales untold?
What feats have you accomplished, what paths untrod?
What love have you found, what friendships you’ve sowed?
Have you lived with grace, and without regret?
Have you embraced each day, with joy and respect?
Have you learned from life, and let wisdom beget?
Have you inspired others, with all you’ve met?
You’ve lived a life that I’ve yet to know,
So tell me, how does the story go?
The highs and lows, the ebb and flow,
And what you’ve learned, as time did grow.
I hope that you’ve lived with purpose and intent,
That every moment was time well spent.
That you’ve left a mark, that will forever be present,
And that your life was truly magnificent.
Dear future self, as you read this letter,
May it bring back memories, that you will treasure.
Of the person you were, at thirty together,
With hopes and dreams, that still live forever.