A haunting poem exploring ego, identity, and inner surrender—titled "Ode to the Hunger That Wears My Name."

A haunting poem exploring ego, identity, and inner surrender—titled "Ode to the Hunger That Wears My Name."

Pixabay Life is a strange and bittersweet thing Filled with joy and sorrow, love and pain It's a constant push and pull, a dance of extremes A very sweet sad living, it seems. One moment we're soaring,

Pixabay Engulfed in blinding darkness, Reaching for a door to nowhere, Both eyes can not see, Yet mine soft and tender heart dreams. I have narrow faith, the size of a mustard seed, And I hope a little

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No one can correctly predict the longevity of their lives and this is why you shouldn't work to enjoy the money at a later stage. The truth is, so many people have spent everything they own simply because

And the broken pieces, though graceful couldn't make out a flawless whole, let alone the ashes from a matyred dream.

I wish I could rent my soul during office hours It would roam like a young wild, and free bird My soul will go to places I cherished to visit Sing, dance, and play like there is no tomorrow. Source Its

Image is sourced from Pixabay Plans don't always work out. And the sooner you come to terms with that one fact, the lesser your chances of experiencing disappointments too often. There is a reason why

31/05/2021১৬ই জ্যৈষ্ঠ ১৪২৮ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖑𝖞 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 Lately, there has been an issue related to vote begging in our community. For those who do not know what that is, it is asking

How do I choose between 2 difficult situations? Today I'm seeking advice from everyone. For those who haven't read any of my blogs before, I left my job some time ago for various reasons. About a month

Source Progress is something we all desire in every aspect of our lives. What we sometimes fail to acknowledge is that progress maybe slow. Progress is the movement towards a refined, improved, or otherwise

Amidst so much negativities, it remains our responsibility to never give up HOPE.

Sometimes, reflection is all we can afford, and all those memories we've one point or the other loathe becomes our most prized treasure.

Sometimes, reflection is all we can afford, and all those memories we've at one point or the other loathe becomes our most prized treasure.

Image source There's this great mystery that lies ahead, but I have no clue as to where I am headed, I just drift with the passing wind. Each time the bell clocks +1 signifying what time I have left, it

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Image source The roads we ply every day aren’t what they used to be anymore. You have to get used to things changing and never going back to the way it was before. And don't get me started on how surviving