The struggle seemed so insignificant now,
Like tiny dots that become of people,
That had once seemed so intimidating,
Are now no more than grains,
Caught in the whirlwind of thought,
As she soars above,
Letting go of the weights,
That kept her from reaching the stars
After spending 15 years on this earth I have begun to understand the seasons…
Sometimes I’m like the seasons…constantly changing but usually predictable…
But most of the times I’m like the water… moving, flowing, discovering new paths… brimmed to the top with poetry, life and curiosity… learning the old philosophies of the lands I travel through and capturing them as art.
Poetry by Simran
Poetry by Simran
Poetry by Omendra Ratnu
Still children seeking their way home
Poetry by Bettina
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