Acrostic
To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt
Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
From Dream to Reality
The Dream That Ignited The Journey: It was just some years ago that Sarah was struggling to pay rent for a small apartment that had her drawings on the walls and dreams of being a chef. As her desire was to have her own bistro where people could enjoy every morsel of the food she had prepared so carefully with skill since her childhood, she was armed. The future seemed very cloudy, but there was one thing that Sarah never lost, and that was hope.
By Mohammad Usman2 years ago in Poets
