Morning breaks, the sea’s calm, the waves have settled,
No more boiling over, the kettle’s unbent.
Life’s trials and tribulations, a never-ending trial,
Judge and jury, they’ve taken your smile.
Miles of road, a journey through tribulations,
Dark thoughts arise, heavy with ideations.
Depression, a beast with a pitchfork and horns,
Genetic affliction, a burden from birth’s morn.
Scarlet letters, unseen by the world’s eyes,
Branded on the mind, a silent Greek fraternity’s cries.
Stepping on joy, a dance to a somber beat,
But perseverance wins, not defeat.
Fairy tales, a grand deception, a story they sell,
Life’s daily grind, a living hell.
But the final bell hasn’t rung, the marathon’s still on,
So rise each morning, the race to carry on.
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Morning Marathons and the Race of Life
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Virginity
A beautiful thing, inncocious and full of life.
Pure and true, a gift made to be kept.
Locked away in cells of cherry blossom and light
Hidden away from the world in a night.
The virgin once was so sure of her might
That no one could take away her delight
But soon she’d find that all too soon
Her gift may be too easy to consume
But as she plows the wind that blows,
She’ll find her own strengths and foes
In her quest to keep her treasure safe
Will stay pure against all wave
Hero of her own story of might
She will never give in without a fight
Her power comes from deep within
She will keep her virginity from loathsome sins.
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Nocturnal Strife
In the dead of night, a young boy takes flight, A vampiric visage, a sinister sight. When the world’s asleep, and darkness reigns, He haunts the streets, igniting his pains.
His parents’ slumber, a veil to his crime, Their child transformed, a creature of time. A thirst for chaos, a hunger profound, In the cover of night, his victims are found.
At clubs and parties, where merriment chimes, He slashes and carves, in the name of his crimes. A twisted desire, a heart turned to coal, Leaving behind a trail of horror untold.
But within his soul, a conflict doth brew, Between light and darkness, the false and the true. A vampire slasher, a creature of strife, Trapped in the chaos of his double-edged life.
And like Peter Tosh, the rebel of old, A story untold, a truth to be bold. A struggle within, a fight to be free, From the darkness that binds, and the path he can’t see.
For the vampire slasher, in shadows he roams, A young boy lost in his twisted psychone. But redemption’s embrace, a glimmer of hope, May guide him back to the light on his scope.
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Solstice
Oh, solstice, time of turning,
When light and dark convene,
A cosmic dance of balance,
A sacred pause unseen.In summer’s radiant splendor,
The sun ascends its throne,
A fiery ball of brilliance,
That warms us to the bone.At winter’s darkest vigil,
When night’s embrace is deep,
A glimmer of rebirth awakes,
As shadows gently creep.Solstice, sacred threshold,
Where worlds collide and blend,
A timeless mystery unfolds,
A story yet unpenned.Let us gather on this day,
To celebrate the light,
To honor darkness too,
And all that lies between.For in the dance of opposites,
We find our perfect place,
A cosmic tapestry of life,
Where time and space embrace.Solstice, time of turning,
When light and dark convene,
A sacred pause for wonder,
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A story is never over
A story is never over
Though the page is turned, the pen is down
The words may fade, the characters may go
But the story lives on in the mindThe reader takes the story with them
To places they’ve never been before
To meet people they’ve never known
To experience things they’ve never feltThe story becomes part of them
It shapes their thoughts, their feelings, their dreams
It gives them something to hold on to
When the world seems dark and coldSo a story is never over
It’s always there, waiting to be told
To be read, to be shared, to be loved
To be passed on from one person to anotherSo let’s keep telling stories
Let’s keep the magic alive
Let’s keep the world dreaming
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Unveil Your Truth
Concealment breeds shame,
Denial leads to isolation,
Your authenticity deserves claim,
Embrace your unique creation.
Societal norms may bind,
But freedom comes with being kind,
To yourself and those around,
Acceptance found when you’re sound.
Don’t hide behind false guise,
Reveal your soul’s true skies,
Be proud of who you are,
Free from fear and despair.
Express your true colors,
Live boldly, unaffected by others,
Find solace in your own story,
And thrive in your genuinity.Follow me on threads: https://www.threads.net/@vishal.dutia.poetry
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The Final Act
The story has been told, The characters have all been revealed, The plot has been unfurled, And now the denouement is revealed. The hero has won, The villain has been defeated, And the world is safe once more, From the evil that threatened before. The curtain falls, The play is over, And the audience applauds, For a job well done.
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Memories are something…
Memories are something that we hold dear,
A treasure trove of moments, far and near.
They bring us joy, they bring us tears,
They shape our lives throughout the years.
Some memories are like a warm embrace,
A comforting feeling we can’t replace.
Others are like a sharp pain,
A wound that never quite heals again.
But even the painful memories have their place,
For they remind us of life’s complex grace.
Of the people we’ve loved and lost,
And the lessons we’ve learned at great cost.
Memories are like a tapestry,
Woven with threads of our history.
Each one unique, each one a part,
Of the story that makes up our heart.
So hold on tight to your memories true,
For they’ll always be a part of you.
And though time may try to steal them away,
Your memories will live on every day.
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The Poetry of Life
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 makeIn 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 requiresThe 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.
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Sunset’s Serenade
When the sun goes down,
The world slows down,
The sky turns gold,
The day’s story is told.
The birds fly home,
The stars start to roam,
The moon takes its place,
The world’s a quieter space.
The trees whisper secrets,
The breeze sings sweet regrets,
The night is young and free,
A time for you and me.
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The Puzzle of Life
Life is like a puzzle, with pieces to arrange,
Each one unique, with its shape and its range.
Some are bright and colorful, others dull and gray,
But each one is important in its own special way.
Sometimes it’s hard to see where each piece belongs,
But with patience and effort, we can right the wrongs.
Connect the dots, follow the clues,
And soon the picture will come into view.
There are twists and turns along the way,
And some pieces may be missing, causing dismay.
But keep on searching, don’t lose hope,
For soon enough you’ll find a way to cope.
So take each piece and handle it with care,
For every single one has a story to share.
Put them together, bit by bit,
And watch as the puzzle begins to fit.Inspired by: Connect the dots by Shadowedrose_prompts on Instagram
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Freckled Beauty
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
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An end being an end
An end being an end,
Allays any anxious apprehend,
A finality forever friend,
Bringing closure to every bend,
Breaking bonds that cannot blend,
A sunset that marks a transcend,
A new beginning, a message to send,
As life’s story takes a turn and wend.
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The Timeless Love Story
The Timeless Love Story
A love that transcends time and space
Bound by a passion that’s hard to replace
A story that’s woven into every heart and race
And echoes through the ages, leaving a lasting traceA love that conquers all, through joy and strife
And inspires us to live a more meaningful life.
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Hong Kong Red Light Streets
Hong Kong Red Light Streets
In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
The neon lights, they flicker, with a seductive glow,
A place of pleasure, that’s hard to let go.The women, they stand, in their sultry attire,
A vision of beauty, that’s hard to acquire,
Their eyes, they sparkle, with a dangerous flame,
A world of secrets, that’s hard to tame.The men, they come, with a hunger so deep,
A desire for pleasure, that’s hard to keep,
Their hearts, they race, with a primal need,
A world of pleasure, that’s hard to concede.But behind the glamour, lies a story so sad,
A world of exploitation, that’s hard to fathom,
The women, they’re trapped, in a cycle so cruel,
A world of pain, that’s hard to overrule.In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
But behind the facade, lies a story so dark,
A world of sorrow, that’s hard to embark.
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The Prisms of Life
Life’s spectrum shines bright
Reflecting prisms of pure light
A multitude of colors dance
In each precious, fleeting glanceFrom birth to death, we journey through
The prisms of life, old and new
Each moment a hue to behold
A story of color to unfoldGolden sunsets and amber leaves
The hues of autumn weave and breathe
Winter’s chill, a crystal sight
A prism of blue, icy and brightSpring flowers in rosy bloom
A prism of pink, their sweet perfume
Summer days of emerald green
A prism of life, a vibrant sceneThe prisms of life, varied and true
A kaleidoscope of tales for me and you
Let’s cherish each color, each hue
For life’s prism is ever-changing and new.
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Write Your Own Story
Life is an unwritten book,
With blank pages waiting for a look.
The pen is in your hand, it’s your turn,
To fill the pages, to make it burn.Write your own story, let it unfold,
With tales of bravery, and adventures untold.
Don’t let others hold the pen,
For this is your story, and only you can.Embrace the unknown, take a leap,
And watch as your story begins to seep.
Into the hearts of those you meet,
A tale of courage, of hope, and of defeat.
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When Unique Pieces Come Together to Form a Beautiful Whole
When Unique Pieces Come Together to Form a Beautiful Whole
Assemble disparate fragments,
Craft a mosaic new,
Marvel at what you have conjured,
A beauty born of hue.
For each shard tells a story,
A tale your soul can read,
Gathered together in concert,
A symphony indeed.
The colors swirl and dance,
A choreography of light,
Each tesserae a treasure,
A gem to catch the sight.
Imagine all in its glory,
A dazzling sight to behold,
A puzzle once in pieces,
A masterpiece now whole.
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Write to Inspire Poem
Write to Inspire Poem
Write to inspire, to light a fire,
To lift others up, take them higher.
Put words on paper, let them flow,
Watch as inspiration begins to grow.
Write of love, of hope, of dreams,
Of the world and all its themes.
Write of pain and of loss,
Of bravery and paying the cost.
Write for yourself, but also for others,
To unite us all, like sisters and brothers.
Write to share your story and your heart,
And watch as the world begins to start.
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The Triumph of Perseverance
The Triumph of Perseverance
Against all odds, against the strife,
Perseverance won the fight,
Through the darkest of the nights,
It kept burning, shining bright.Its flame flickered, yet it lived,
With strength and will, it did persist,
Through the pain, it did not quit,
And in the end, it claimed its bliss.For perseverance, the crown of glory,
A triumph born of strife and story.
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Heartfelt Lines and Rhymes
From pen to paper, the words do flow,
Each line a story, each verse a show,
Of hearts that ache and souls that sing,
Of joy and sorrow, of everything.The rhymes do dance, the stanzas soar,
A symphony of emotions, like never before,
A balm for wounds, a healer of pain,
A magic that weaves the broken chain.With every word, a new world born,
With every verse, a new hope dawned,
In heartfelt lines and rhymes we find,
The end to our pain, a peace of mind.
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Verse in Motion
Verse in Motion
The verse in motion, a dance of words,
A symphony of language, like singing birds,
Each syllable a step, each phrase a turn,
A rhythm that flows, like a river’s churn.The words do sway, to the beat of the heart,
In a tapestry of emotions, like a work of art,
A story unfolds, with each passing line,
A journey of the soul, that is truly divine.In verse in motion, we find our voice,
A way to express, our hopes and joys,
A path to healing, and finding peace,
A way to make our worries cease.
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Being Old
Being Old
Being old, a bittersweet bliss,
Bittersweet memories, a life amiss.
Brittle bones, aching joints,
Benevolent wisdom, a lifetime’s points.Barely remembering, a life well-lived,
Blissful moments, a heart well-grieved.
Bountiful experiences, a tale untold,
Being old, a story to behold.
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Magnificent Flaw
Magnificent Flaw
A magnificent flaw, imperfectly grand,
A beauty so unique, so hard to understand.
It shines like a diamond, with a touch of grace,
And captures our hearts, in its warm embrace.It celebrates the beauty, in what we call flaws,
And shows us that perfection, has so many laws.
For a magnificent flaw, is a treasure to behold,
A wonder to cherish, and a story to be told.beauty, Celebration, flaw, grace, grandeur, imperfection, Magnificent, poem, poems, Poetry, Story, treasure, uniqueness
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A Journey Through the Pages
A Journey Through the Pages
A journey through the pages, of a book so dear,
Is a journey through the mind, and the soul so clear.
With every word, a new world unfolds,
And every page, a story untold.Through the pages, we travel far and wide,
And with every turn, we’re filled with pride.
For the magic of a book, is in its tale,
And the journey it takes us, without fail.From the depths of the ocean, to the stars above,
The pages take us, on a journey we love.
To worlds unknown, and stories untold,
To the magic of the written word, so bold.So let us journey through the pages, with open hearts,
And let the stories, play their parts.
For in the end, it’s the journey we take,
That makes the book, so dear and great.
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The Clouds of Solitude
The Clouds of Solitude
Up in the sky, the clouds float by,
A dance of solitude, in the vast blue sky.
With every move, a story unfolds,
And every shape, a tale untold.The clouds of solitude, they drift so far,
A journey of silence, in the midst of the stars.
With every breeze, they change their form,
A canvas of wonder, in the midst of the storm.The clouds of solitude, they speak so loud,
A language of dreams, in the midst of the crowd.
With every hue, they paint the sky,
A masterpiece of beauty, that never will die.For the clouds of solitude, they hold a truth,
A reminder of the peace, that’s within our youth.
With every moment, they teach us to breathe,
A lesson of stillness, that we should never leave.So let us cherish the clouds of solitude,
And the moments of peace, that they imbue.
For in the end, it’s the moments of calm,
That keep us grounded, and keep us from harm.
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Shimmering Shadows
Shimmering Shadows
In the play of light and dark, a sight so rare
Shimmering shadows, a contrast so fair
An interplay of darkness and light
A sight that evokes wonder and delight
A dance of shadows, a flicker of light
A symphony of hues, a vision so bright
A sight so mystical, a wonder to behold
Shimmering shadows, a story untold
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The Dark Prophecy #Story
The Dark Prophecy tells a chilling tale of a mysterious prophecy that foretells of a sinister force lurking in the shadows, threatening to consume the world in darkness. As the prophecy unfolds, the characters must find a way to confront and defeat the evil before it is too late. With intense suspense and horror, The Dark Prophecy will leave readers on the edge of their seats until the end.
The Dark Prophecy
The sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving the night sky shrouded in a deep, impenetrable darkness. An oppressive stillness hung in the air, and the chill of the night was soon replaced by a sinister feeling of dread. The shadows seemed to be closing in, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees was like a faint whisper of a warning. The stars in the sky had been extinguished, leaving nothing but a faint glimmer of hope that was quickly fading. I felt a chill run down my spine as I looked around, feeling as though I were being watched by an unseen force. I could almost sense an invisible presence in the darkness, as if something was lurking just beyond my vision, waiting to pounce. I knew something bad was coming, and I could feel the foreboding of a dire fate closing in.
The wind was howling, the trees were shaking, and the sky was darkening. I had a feeling something was wrong. I felt like something was coming; something that was going to change my life forever. I could feel it in my bones, a chill that ran down my spine. I wanted to run, to get away from this feeling, but I couldn’t. I was rooted in place, unable to move. I was filled with dread and fear, but I couldn’t explain why. I was gripped by an unsettling premonition that I couldn’t shake. I felt like something terrible was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it. I stood there, waiting for the inevitable, but I had no idea what it was. Whatever it was, I knew it would be life-changing, and I was terrified.
The sinister mystery begins with a phone call on a dark and stormy night. When a young woman answers the phone, the voice on the other end of the line is that of a stranger, telling her she must solve a mysterious puzzle. She is given clues to help her in her quest, but must also rely on her wits and her knowledge of the world around her to solve the mystery. As she follows the clues, she finds herself in increasingly dangerous and mysterious situations, encountering strange people and unfamiliar places. With each step, she is closer to unraveling the sinister mystery and uncovering the truth behind the puzzle. Along the way, she discovers secrets about her own past and her family’s history that had been kept hidden from her. Finally, she unravels the mystery and solves the puzzle, revealing a shocking truth that changes her life forever.
The world has become a much darker place in recent years. With the rise of authoritarian governments, rising inequality, environmental destruction, and the threat of nuclear war, it is easy to become overwhelmed with despair. Yet, despite the chilly revelations of a dark future, there is still hope. People are standing up to authoritarian governments, challenging inequality, and fighting for a better future. We are seeing the emergence of new forms of activism, such as the wave of protests against climate change, and more people are recognizing the need to take action to protect our planet. As well, more people are recognizing the need to address the underlying causes of inequality, such as poverty, racism, and sexism. We must continue to work together and fight for a better future, one that is based on justice and equality, and one that is sustainable. In the face of these chilling revelations of a dark future, we must remain optimistic, and never forget that we have the power to create a brighter future.
The prophecy has been whispered in secret circles for many years, its messages of doom and destruction kept hidden from the public. It speaks of a dark future for the world, a time where the forces of evil will overrun the land and bring about a new age of terror. It is said that those who are brave enough to uncover the secrets of the prophecy will be rewarded with great power, but the risks are great as the prophecy is filled with powerful forces that seek to keep its secrets hidden. It is a challenge for those brave enough to venture forth and discover the truth behind the prophecy and the consequences of uncovering it. Along the way, they must face unimaginable terrors and challenges, but if they are successful, they will be granted the power to bring about a new and better world.
Terror Lurking in the Shadows is a feeling that has been experienced by many people throughout the world. It is a fear of the unknown that creeps up on us when we are alone in a dark space. The fear of something lurking in the shadows can be so strong that it causes a person to become paralyzed with fear and unable to move. This fear can be so intense that it can cause a person to have an anxiety attack. It can also trigger feelings of panic and a sense of dread. Terror Lurking in the Shadows is something that can be hard to shake when it is experienced. The mind can get stuck in a loop of worry and fear and it can become very difficult to escape from this cycle. It is important to be aware of this fear and take steps to try and overcome it. Taking deep breaths, talking to a friend, or seeking professional help are all ways to help cope with this fear.The night was dark and oppressive, the air thick with anticipation. I could barely contain my anxiousness as I made my way through the old graveyard, stepping cautiously over the tombstones and mausoleums, feeling the chill of the evening air. As I reached the center of the graveyard, I noticed a strange, ethereal light emanating from behind a nearby mausoleum. As I drew closer, I realized the light was coming from within. I pushed open the heavy stone door, and was greeted by a dank and musty smell. I cautiously stepped inside, and the light revealed the skeletal remains of a man slumped against the wall. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized what I was looking at–a person who had been left to die here, alone in the darkness. I felt a deep sadness at the thought of such a tragic fate. As I stood there, I realized that this could be the fate of anyone who ventured out alone into the night, and that an ominous fate awaits us all.
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Set Aside What’s Been Lost
Set Aside What’s Been Lost
The story inside my heart,
Is a tale of love and pain that I never could part.The walls of my soul,
Have told me time and time again, that I should let go.Let go of the hurt,
Let go of the pain,
And let go of the sadness that runs through my veins.Set aside what’s been lost,
And look for what’s been found,
For only then can we truly move onward and around.The past may be dark,
But if we just look past,
We can find a bright future and a hope that will last.So set aside what’s been lost,
And look for what’s been found,
For only then can we find peace and a place to abide.
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The Power of Forgiveness #Story
The Power of Forgiveness
John had been estranged from his brother for years. A family dispute had driven a wedge between them, and they hadn’t spoken in over a decade. John felt bitter and angry, holding onto the hurt and resentment he felt towards his brother.
But one day, John’s brother reached out to him. He apologized for his part in the dispute, and asked for forgiveness. John was initially resistant, not wanting to let go of his anger. But something in his brother’s words struck a chord in him.
Slowly but surely, John began to realize that holding onto his anger was only hurting himself. He started to see his brother as a human being, with flaws and imperfections like everyone else. He realized that forgiveness wasn’t about excusing bad behavior, but about letting go of the hurt and anger that was holding him back.
Over time, John and his brother were able to rebuild their relationship. It wasn’t always easy, but they both made an effort to understand and support each other. They learned that forgiveness was a powerful force, one that had the ability to heal old wounds and bring people together.
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The Importance of Kindness #Story
The Importance of Kindness
Mary had always been a kind and generous person. She believed in treating others the way she wanted to be treated, and had a reputation for going out of her way to help those in need.
But one day, Mary encountered a person who challenged her beliefs. The woman was rude and dismissive, and Mary found herself feeling angry and frustrated. She began to wonder if her commitment to kindness was really worth it.
It wasn’t until later that day that Mary had a change of heart. She saw a stranger struggling with a heavy load, and without a second thought, she rushed over to help. The gratitude and appreciation on the stranger’s face reminded Mary of why she believed in kindness in the first place.
Mary learned that kindness isn’t always easy. It can be challenging and frustrating at times, but it’s always worth it. She realized that even the smallest acts of kindness can make a huge difference in someone’s life.
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The Gift of Giving #Story
The Gift of Giving
Jasmine had always loved the holiday season. The twinkling lights, the smell of pine needles, and the warmth of hot cocoa all brought a sense of joy and wonder to her life. But this year was different. Jasmine had fallen on hard times, and wasn’t sure how she was going to afford gifts for her loved ones.
Despite her worries, Jasmine was determined to find a way to give back. She volunteered at a local soup kitchen, serving hot meals to those in need. She also helped organize a toy drive for underprivileged children, collecting donations and spreading the word through social media.
As she worked tirelessly to give back, something amazing happened. Jasmine felt a sense of purpose and fulfillment that she had never experienced before. It wasn’t about the gifts or the material possessions; it was about the act of giving itself.
When Christmas day finally arrived, Jasmine felt richer than she ever had before. She may not have had much in the way of material possessions, but she had the gift of giving, and that was worth more than anything money could buy.
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The Beauty of Nature #Story
The Beauty of Nature
Lucas had always been a city boy. He loved the energy and excitement of the urban environment, the noise and bustle of the streets. But when his job required him to spend a month in a remote cabin in the woods, he was unsure of what to expect.
At first, Lucas found the isolation and quiet to be unsettling. He missed the convenience of the city, the constant stimulation that he had grown accustomed to. But as he spent more time in nature, something began to change.
Lucas started to notice the small details of the natural world around him – the intricate patterns of leaves on the trees, the way the light danced through the branches, the sound of a distant stream. He began to see the beauty in the simplicity of life in the wilderness.
As the days passed, Lucas felt more and more at home in the woods. He went on long hikes, exploring the rugged terrain, and found that he felt more alive than he ever had before. He felt a sense of calm and peace that he had never experienced in the city.
When Lucas returned to the city, he was a changed man. He had discovered a new appreciation for the beauty of nature, and realized that there was more to life than the hustle and bustle of the city streets.
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All Night Long #Story
All night long
The air was electric and the night was alive with possibility. As Evelyn stepped out of her car, she felt her heart racing with anticipation. She was eager to explore the night and all the wonders it held.
She walked up to the door of the club, and before she could knock, it swung open, ushering her in. She could feel the energy of the night pulsing through her body as she took in the sights and sounds of the place. Everywhere she looked, she saw couples dancing, laughing, and embracing. She felt her skin tingle with excitement.
Evelyn made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. As she waited for it to arrive, she felt a strong presence close by. She turned to find a tall, handsome man standing in front of her. He smiled and asked her to dance. She accepted, and they moved to the dance floor.
The man moved with an almost magical grace, as if he were part of the music itself. With every step, Evelyn felt her body melting into his. She felt her inhibitions slipping away as they moved together, lost in each other’s embrace.
The night seemed to stretch on forever, and Evelyn and the man danced until their feet were sore and the sun was peeking over the horizon. As they said their goodbyes, Evelyn felt a strange sadness. She knew the night would never be the same again, but she also knew that it was a night she would never forget.
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The Journey Within #Story
The Journey Within
For as long as she could remember, Sophia had been on a quest for answers. She had always felt a deep sense of yearning, a longing for something that she couldn’t quite put into words. So she set out on a journey to find what she was looking for.
Sophia traveled the world, visiting ancient temples and seeking out wise sages. She studied spiritual texts and meditated for hours on end. But no matter where she went or what she did, she still felt that sense of emptiness inside.
It wasn’t until she returned home that Sophia began to realize that the answers she was searching for were within her all along. She began to explore her own mind and heart, diving deep into the depths of her own consciousness. It was there that she found the peace and clarity she had been seeking.
Sophia learned that the journey within is just as important, if not more so, than the journey without. She discovered that the answers she had been seeking were not outside of herself, but within the depths of her own being.
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A Poet of the Heart
A Poet of the Heart
I can feel my file,
As it pulses through my veins,
A part of me, a piece of my style,
A symphony of thoughts, a mental refrain.It’s the essence of my being,
The story of my life,
The words that I am seeing,
The joys, the pain, the strife.It’s a reflection of my soul,
A mirror to my mind,
A place where I’m whole,
And my thoughts are free to find.I can feel my file,
A treasure trove of dreams,
The memories that make me smile,
And the nightmares, or so it seems.It’s a window to my style,
And my imagination’s reins.
A power that can beguile,
And free me from all my chains.So let my words flow like a river,
And my thoughts take to the sky,
For I can feel my file forever,
And it will never truly die.For though mortality may claim me,
And my body may depart,
I’ll remain a poet of the heart,
For my words will live on and be free.© VishalDutia
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I can feel my file
I can feel my file
I can feel my file,
As it pulses through my veins,
A part of me, a piece of my style,
A symphony of thoughts, a mental refrain.It’s the essence of my being,
The story of my life,
The words that I am seeing,
The joys, the pain, the strife.I can feel my file,
A treasure trove of dreams,
The memories that make me smile,
And the nightmares, or so it seems.It’s a reflection of my soul,
A mirror to my mind,
A place where I’m whole,
And my thoughts are free to find.I can feel my file,
And the power it contains,
It’s a window to my style,
And my imagination’s reins.So let my words flow like a river,
And my thoughts take to the sky,
For I can feel my file forever,
And it will never truly die.© VishalDutia
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Chasing Dreams #Story
Chasing Dreams
Samantha had always dreamed of becoming a successful artist. She had a passion for painting, and spent every spare moment honing her craft. But as she grew older, the practicalities of life set in. She got a job to pay the bills, and her dreams were pushed aside.
Years passed, and Samantha found herself feeling unfulfilled and unsatisfied. She realized that she had been letting fear hold her back from pursuing her true passions. So, she decided to take a leap of faith and pursue her dream of becoming an artist.
It wasn’t easy. Samantha faced rejection, financial challenges, and moments of doubt. But she never gave up. She kept painting, kept submitting her work, and kept pushing herself to be the best artist she could be.
Eventually, Samantha’s hard work paid off. She was discovered by a gallery owner who loved her work, and was offered the opportunity to have her own solo exhibition. It was a dream come true, and Samantha felt like she was finally living the life she had always wanted.
Samantha learned that chasing your dreams is never easy, but it is always worth it. She realized that sometimes, the biggest obstacles we face are the ones we create for ourselves.
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The Curious Cat
The Curious Cat
Curiosity consumed the cunning cat,
Constantly curious, he couldn’t ignore that.
Carefully creeping, he crept and he crawled,
Cautiously curious, he saw and he sawed.Concealed by the curtains, he cautiously peered,
Craving to see what could be revered.
Caught in the corner, a candy jar caught his eye,
Curiosity overwhelming, he couldn’t deny.Carelessly crawling, he crept up the stand,
Catastrophically knocking, candy onto the land.
Clumsy cat, causing chaos and concern,
Cleverly escaping, the cat did adjourn.Calmly concealing, he crept away with ease,
Carrying the candy, covertly and carefully he flees.
Cunning and curious, he won the game,
Content with his candy, he felt no shame.
© VishalDutia
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The Secret Keeper #Story
The Secret Keeper
Lila was always known as the secret keeper. Her friends and family trusted her implicitly, knowing she would never share their secrets with anyone else. It was a heavy burden to bear at times, but Lila never complained. She took pride in being someone others could confide in.
But one day, Lila found herself keeping a secret that she didn’t know if she could bear. Her best friend had confided in her that she was having an affair with a married man. Lila was torn between her loyalty to her friend and her own moral compass. She knew the right thing to do was to tell her friend to end the affair, but she didn’t want to betray her trust.
In the end, Lila decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her friend. She gently but firmly encouraged her to end the affair and consider the consequences of her actions. Her friend was hurt and angry at first, but eventually came to appreciate Lila’s honesty and support.
Lila learned that being the secret keeper was not always easy, but it was a responsibility that required integrity and honesty. She continued to be the one her loved ones could trust, even when it was difficult.
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