As we zoom out of ourselves, we see how small are we and the things we worry about. As we zoom out further we see how big and magnificent are the things that we are a part of, which constantly support us.
P.S. So excited to be writing again and painting after so long. 🙂
Artist and Author – Niharika Jaiswal, © Copyright 2021
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A bee sat on a flower,
A soft pink fading into shades of white flower,
Gentle and fragile and full of life flower.
It wasn’t what the flower wanted,
But as the bee took it’s nectar and left
Leading the flower to its withering and eventual fruition,
Continue reading “Be.”
More than the People I have lost,
More than the times that are gone,
More than the dreams I dreamed
That fade away with the dawn,
I miss what they took away from me.
They say live, I am someone who has,
They talk about life-enriching experiences
And all the nobility they give
But they don’t tell you what it takes.
I miss what they took away from me.
It was late at night, It was her best friend’s birthday, the best friend who is not her friend anymore. They haven’t talked in a while.
I have recently come to realize something about self-worth and after reading many posts, Articles and feedback from different people, I realized one more thing, “how important it is to share the thing I realized with the world”.
As it appears there is something really wrong about how people measure their self-worth, me being one of them not so long ago. So, I share with you the ways in which you should definitely NOT measure it :
As night chases the day into the darkness
And day chases the night into the light,
Good and bad, joy and sadness, Peace and turmoil
Are forever chasing each other until there is a balance.
Continue reading “Dynamic Equilibrium Of Life”
You don’t have to be today,
Whoever you thought you were yesterday.
The painting you started last night,
Doesn’t have to end how you thought it might,
It can go in any direction you desire,
You are new today, you are new every hour.
Continue reading “Paint Yourself Anew”
When the fog is so thick,
That it blinds you,
And you can’t see the path ahead,
Walk forward anyway.
It’s just gloom, not a Gate that blocks your way,
And what else is there to do
but walk?
We wish for the clouds to part,
And the sun to come out and warm the heart,
But a perfect sunny day never comes like that.
Gentle parting of the clouds gives luminescence of hope,
But not the illuminating fresh start.
