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8 Haikus: My Liberation In Books

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Classic tales of yore,
In books, we can explore,
Timeless wisdom’s store.

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Words like whispered dreams,
In books, reality gleams,
Life’s complex schemes.

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From cover to close,
A story’s journey it shows,
In words, the heart glows.

4
Mysteries concealed,
In the pages, truths revealed,
In books, we are healed.

5
Language’s sweet art,
In books, we find every part,
Of the human heart.

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Each chapter’s new start,
In the library, we depart,
To worlds set apart.

7
Through the writer’s view,
In books, we’re born anew,
Each page, a world to pursue.

8
At day’s quiet end,
In books, our minds transcend,
Time, we comprehend.

In libraries vast,
Silent stories, memories cast,
A future and a past.

10
Fiction’s sweet refrain,
Characters dance in the brain,
In books, we remain.

11
History’s embrace,
In the volumes, we can trace,
Humanity’s face.

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Verse and prose unite,
In the bound words, we find light,
Day turns into night.

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Shelf upon shelf, bound,
In books, wisdom is found,
Worlds without a bound.

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Turn a page and find,
A new world, a different mind,
In books, we’re entwined.

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Ancient scrolls and more,
Books are windows to explore,
Knowledge to implore.

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Fantasy unfurls,
In tales of knights and ancient worlds,
Adventure calls.

Okkk , now I am obsessed with haikus !!!

I almost wrote 30 haikus in a dayyyy

Can you believe that !!!

On this note tell me your favourite haikus too!!!

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My Struggle With Declining WordPress Views

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Hello, fellow bloggers! I hope you are doing better than me. It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride for me lately, and I just needed to express my frustration about the declining views on my WordPress blog. So, let’s get personal and dive into my blogging journey.

You know, there was a time when my blog was flourishing. I started publishing, and within a few hours the notifications started coming in. I felt like I was on top of the world, and my confidence soared. But now, it is a different story. That information has become elusive, and I’m left wondering if I’m doing something terribly wrong.

First, let me address the elephant in the room: Is it just me, or has blogging lost its allure? Well, maybe it’s a little bit of both. The digital landscape has evolved very rapidly, and it’s not the same as it was when I started. Competition is fierce, and readers’ attention spans have greatly shortened. It’s like trying to stand out in a crowded room where everyone is shouting.

I’ve tried everything I could think of. I’ve changed up my posting schedule, experimented with different content, and even dabbled in SEO. It seemed to work for a while, but then, it all went haywire again. It’s like playing a never-ending game of trial and error, and it’s seriously frustrating.

I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. In the blogging community, there is a sense of solidarity in our struggles. I have talked to other bloggers and many of them are facing the same problem. It’s comforting to know I’m not alone, but it’s also frustrating to see so many talented writers struggling to make their voices heard.

What makes it even more confusing is that there doesn’t seem to be any straightforward solution. It’s like trying to crack a code that keeps changing. What worked last year may not work today. To say the least, it’s making me feel ignorant and frustrated.

But despite all the challenges, there is something about blogging that keeps drawing me back. Perhaps it’s the thrill of connecting with readers, the joy of expressing your ideas, or the satisfaction of seeing your ideas come to life on screen. It’s a passion that’s hard to give up, no matter how frustrating it may be.

So, as I embark on this tumultuous journey of blogging with sinking thoughts, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a silver lining waiting for me. Maybe it’s about embracing changes, finding new ways to engage your audience, and never giving up. After all, it’s not just about the numbers; It’s about the love of writing and sharing your thoughts with the world.

In the end, I may be clueless and frustrated, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Blogging may have lost some of its allure, and the struggle is real, but it’s a passion that runs deep. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll crack the code, and those visions will start coming again. Until then, I’ll keep typing, hoping for that defining moment. Dear readers, thank you for being a part of my journey and giving me personal insight into my WordPress problems.

Are you guys facing the same issue??

Do tell me !!!

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“Turning Haters into Motivators: My Journey of Rising from Hate”**

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I know I was M.I.A from writing and wordpress.Honestly the last month was haunting and filled with pain and loss . I found writing and publishing meaningless because every post I used to post , the hate comments would swirl in .


I agree hate is a reminder that you are growing in your writing journey but it got overwhelming for me

And I stopped writing. But my friends pulled me out of that spiral and I am so grateful that I have such amazing people.

So now I have decided to give the torch to you , just remember your aren’t alone…

Alright, let’s talk real stuff. We’re in this digital jungle, and hate comments? Yeah, they’re like the gnarly thorns in our social media journey. But you know what’s wild? I managed to spin those hate bombs into something kinda beautiful. Buckle up, because I’m about to share my story of how I danced through the storm of negativity and turned those hate comments into my personal boosters.

Was it easyyy??? Hell Nooo

**Facing the Hate Tornado:**
Picture this: your phone buzzes, and you check to find a hate comment. Bam! It’s like getting a slap from the universe. My first hate comment hit like a freight train to the soul. The venomous words made my confidence take a nosedive. Sleep? Nah, it was a VIP ticket to the land of overthinking. But guess what? I wasn’t the only warrior in this battle, and that’s kinda comforting yet equally disturbing.

**Bouncing Back with Resilience:**
So, I had a choice to make. Was I gonna let some keyboard warrior determine my self-worth? Heck no! I decided to rock emotional armor like a boss. I mean, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, even if it’s dipped in bitterness. Coping? Yeah, self-care rituals became my go-to. Meditation? More like daily therapy. Oh, and mentors who’d faced the same crap? They were my Jedi council.

**Fueling Up on Hate (Yeah, Really):**
This might sound insane, but I flipped hate into rocket fuel. I mean, who doesn’t wanna prove haters wrong? Their toxic comments lit a fire under me. I transformed those words into my secret weapon for success. And you know what’s sweet? Seeing them squirm as I crushed my goals. It’s like giving negativity a one-way ticket to oblivion.

**Finding Me in the Rubble:**
It’s nuts, but hate comments can kinda be like a mirror. They show you stuff about yourself you didn’t even know was there. I decided to dive into this chaos and ended up on a self-discovery bender. Yeah, it hurt, diving into my own insecurities, but the result? Uncovered strengths I never saw coming. It’s like hate turned into a personal growth jackpot.

**Unleashing My Inner Crusader:**
Guess what? Hate had a side effect I never saw coming. It sparked a rebellious fire in me. Suddenly, I wasn’t a passive bystander; I became a voice for change. My platform became a fortress against negativity, shining a light on how those toxic comments mess with our heads. Turning the tables? That’s what empowerment feels like.

**My Crew of Survivors:**
In the midst of the chaos, I found a tribe of fellow survivors. They knew the sting, the punch, and the gut-wrenching feeling of hate. Sharing our battle stories was like a lifeline. We formed this band of warriors, united by our scars and stories. Turns out, connecting with others who’ve been through the same mudslide is like finding gold in the wreckage.

**Chasing Rainbows in Thunderstorms:**
Keeping a sunny outlook when surrounded by hate storms was like acrobatics for the soul. But, I figured out the trick: focus on the good stuff. Gratitude? Oh yeah, it became my secret weapon. Genuine followers, the love they shared—it was like anti-hate armor. Mindfulness? It’s like catching rainbows in the middle of a thunderstorm.

**Conclusion:**
So here’s the deal, amigos. Hate comments? They’re like mosquitoes in the summer—annoying, but you don’t have to let them ruin your picnic. My journey through the hate vortex taught me resilience, showed me corners of myself I’d never explored, and turned me into a crusader for positivity. The digital world is a jungle, but you? You’re the king or queen of your jungle. You can flip hate on its head, dance through the storm, and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the growth, soak in the lessons, and let those haters be your unexpected motivators.

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Healing: Finding Comfort and Strength in My Favorite Quotes

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Hеaling is an intеnsе and transformativе journеy that all of us undеrgo at somе point in our livеs. Whеthеr wе arе hеaling from physical wounds, еmotional wounds, or mеntal еxhaustion, thеrе is outstanding еlеctricity and capacity within thе rеcupеration procеdurе. Throughout my personal healing adventure, I have encountered many quotеs that havе dееply affеctеd mе, offеring guidancе, consolation, and concеpt. In this blog, I would rеally likе to present somе of my favoritе quotes insidе thе hopеs that thеy may warm your hеart and guidе you for your pеrsonal rеstoration journеy.

  1. “Healing isn’t a vacation spot, it’s miles of lifеlong advеnturе of sеlf-discovеry and sеlf-carе.”
    This quotе rеminds us that hеaling is not a quick fix or a givе up point that wе attеmpt to rеach. It is an ongoing systеm that rеquirеs ongoing sеlf-consciousnеss, vanity, and sеlf-carе. Each day givеs an opportunity for growth and hеaling whеn wе can monitor nеw layеrs of oursеlvеs and copе with our pеrsonal wеll-bеing.
  2. “In thе dеpths of achе wе discovеr thе strеngth to hеal and upward thrust.”
    In our darkеst momеnts, rеstoration can sееm bеyond our rеach. Howеvеr, this quotе supеrbly еncapsulatеs innatе rеsiliеncе. It bеliеvеs that from thе dеpths of our achе wе havе thе capability to harnеss our innеr light and risе abovе advеrsity and in thе long run find hеaling and rеnеwal.
  3. “Hеaling bеgins whilst wе includе our wounds with lovе and know-how.”
    Whеn wе rеsist or dеny our wounds, thеy rеmain and prеvеnt us from hеaling. This quotе rеminds us of thе significancе of acknowlеdging and accеpting our achе with kindnеss and know-how. By rеcupеration our wounds with lovе and compassion, wе crеatе a nurturing еnvironmеnt for hеaling to flourish.

  4. Hеaling is not approximatеly еrasing thе past, it is approximatеly locating bеauty in wounds.”
    Our wounds, еach bodily and еmotional, еndurе witnеss to our fights and rеmind us of our еnеrgy and rеsiliеncе. This quotе asks us to tradе our pеrspеctivе and noticе our wounds as a badgе of honor as opposеd to a sourcе of shamе. It еncouragеs us to discovеr bеauty and know-how in our hеaling journеy and to includе thе prеcisе talе instructеd by our wounds.
  5. “You havе thе еnеrgy to hеal, to еxchangе, and to crеatе a lifе packеd with joy and motivе.”
    This еmpowеring quotе is a gеntlе rеmindеr of our inhеrеnt powеr and capability. We need to bеliеve that rеcovеry is an intеrnal work and wе’vе thе ability to transform our livеs by way of еmbracing thе rеcovеry mannеr. It inspirеs us to harnеss our innеr assеts, crеatе plеasurе, and stay our rеal livеs.

Hеaling is a dееply non-public and transformativе advеnturе, . Thеy rеmind us that hеaling is not linеar, but instеad a gradual and multidimеnsional mannеr that unfolds through thе yеars. By accеpting our wounds, rеcupеration oursеlvеs with lovе and compassion, and acknowlеdging our inhеrеnt еnеrgy, wе can start a routе of hеaling that lеads to sеlf-discovеry, boom, and in thе еnd a lifе packеd with plеasurе, purposе, and succеss. Takеs it away. Lеt thosе changеs bе thе guiding light that brings consolation and concеpt on your hеart and soul as you circulatе forward on your hеaling journеy.

Do hope that these quotes help in your own journey ,serve as guiding light offering solace and inspiration.

This is one of my very old write ups but I love it even if it’s not perfect.

I decided to post it as it resonated with Caffeinated Philosophy s weekend prompt…

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Nyctophile

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With colours so tangy and bright,
Why do i feel there’s no light,
woven in the darkness,
Maybe i am ,
What the society terms me a mess,
The imperfect me by the perfect them,
Like a plant to the stem,
I often wonder,
the game of pretendence,
Isn’t it a blunder,
yet we are in its root,
To criticise and to loot.
The self esteem and love ,
The confidence of being unique,
Yes you r right….
I am a disaster a beautiful disaster
#hope #nyctophile #depression #love #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity

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Shadows

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I have always lived in the shadows,
Not on the pedestal not on meadows,
Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,
Pulling down the shutters on my windows,
I crucified my tomorrow not believing in magical rainbows,
Because I knew , as tomorrow comes , my darkness grows.

Being alone , with so many unknowns ,
Amidst friends and foes,
Looking at Instagram perfect lives,
Emotions and dreams buried under catacombs,

While my nightmare clings on to me like shadows.
I tried coming out of the shadows ,
yet I felt I was stranded on fallows.
I tried to be someone else , as the author plotted,
Only to be feeling destroyed and haunted.

Fairytales kept reminding me of treasures,
Yet all I could see was an imperfect mess,
Trying to fit in with sleeves of confidence and glow in a dress,

Trying to bloom and stand affirm on my toes with my clothes
Nothing as compared to the spectators on first rows.

We were taught to be princesses not to be shadows,
But I defied the rules , as I was a hot mess,
A consistently inconsistent work in progress .

It took me long to accept me as no less
here in shadows to feel solace in anonymity
Living life with no reservations
For my name would be forgotten someday
Yet I was completely okay to be not okay.

To not be tortured with endless explanations
And expectations,
As I will , probably and mostly be lost in the shadows
Yet I would breathe be happy for being me in a shadow
Being a silhouette, beautiful in an unspoken way
As I peak in from shadows as i m here to stay.

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