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Arna 12h
I’m sitting on a bench at this empty railway platform,
gazing at the train ticket in my hands — again and again.
The years of longing will vanish in a few hours.
I’m finally meeting him…
after so long.
Flashes of our last goodbye play in my mind:
The promises we made,
The sacrifices for our careers,
The calls that stretched across time zones and tear-filled nights.
Now, everything is flooding back —
Nostalgia tugging at my heart,
Memories turning into butterflies in my chest.
Some meetings take years, but they never lose meaning.
Arna 1d
Don’t rely on others to make you happy.
People change. Circumstances shift. Expectations hurt.

Instead, learn to find your own little ways to enjoy life —
a walk under the sky,
a song that speaks your soul,
a dream you quietly chase,
a moment of peace you gift yourself.

Because real happiness?
It blooms within — not from someone else,
but from you.
Be your own reason to smile.
Arna 1d
Every time I gaze at the mirror,
a storm of doubts rises within me —

Am I worthy?
Am I beautiful?
Am I doing enough with my life?
Am I ambitionless?
Am I being too carefree?
Am I gaining weight?
…and so many more.

But amidst the flood of questions,
my heart gently whispers:

You are worthy.

It’s not the external beauty that defines you —
It’s your self-love,
your kindness to yourself.

Mirrors only reflect what’s visible.
But what really shapes us
is the change we choose
beyond the glass.
The mirror shows a surface; your soul reflects the truth.
Arna 2d
"Work hard and show the life you always wanted to lead to all the people around you who are confused about what you'll do in life and confusing you in reaching your aim."
Let your success speak louder than their doubts. Work hard, stay focused, and show the world the life you were always meant to lead.
Arna 2d
Discrimination—
It didn’t begin with Varna, nor with apartheid's chains,
But within the four walls, where love should reign.
Not in the laws, or ancient scrolls,
But in whispered tones, in measured roles.

At home, it begins—subtle, sharp, and sly,
When praise is uneven, and questions fly:
"Why aren’t you fair like her?" "Why don’t you grow tall?"
As if worth is measured by looks, that’s all.

It hides behind laughter, yet cuts like a sword,
When money decides if you're cherished or ignored.
When beauty’s a ticket, and silence is gold,
And kindness is punished, while pride is bold.

We talk of religion, region, caste and creed,
Of outer divides that the papers read.
Yes, they are real, and rightly fought,
But what of the wars at home, left to rot?

What of the brother who’s called "lesser than"?
The sister mocked for not fitting their plan?
What of the friend who never speaks out,
Because love was withheld, replaced with doubt?

The world fights battles the eye can see,
But the heart bleeds in secrecy.
For no law can change a mother’s choice,
Or the unkind edge in a father’s voice.

And those who suffer, suffer alone,
With pain too quiet to be known.
No marches held, no banners flown—
Just broken spirits, fully grown.

So before we chase the global wrongs,
Let’s listen to our own home's songs.
For the worst kind of hate is the one unspoken,
And the deepest wounds are the ones left open.

"Home is where love should begin, not comparison"
Before we fight society’s evils, let’s pause and listen to the quiet injustices echoing in our own homes—where love should dwell, not comparison.
Arna 3d
Lying down under this beautiful starry night
Fills me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Alone on this silent hilltop,
A glowing lantern beside me,
My favorite book in hand —
It’s the scene I always dreamt of.
For once,
I’ve stepped away —
From responsibilities,
From the noisy world,
From people and their expectations.
Here I am,
Feeling the warmth of the lantern’s light,
Letting it remind me
That a simple, peaceful life is still possible.
This silence.
This natural breeze.
This soft glow.
This time with myself —
It’s all I need right now,
To hope again.
Sometimes, peace isn’t found in places full of people —
It’s found in a quiet hilltop, a glowing lantern, and the warmth of your own company.
Arna 4d
I want to be your forever!!!
I know it’s not possible but…
Can I be your shoulder in your low times?
Can I be your listerner when you turned to be my radio?
Can I be your biggest cheerleader when you show your steps?
Can I turn as your photographer when you steal my heart with your beauty?
Can I be your admirer to your writings?
Atlast, can I remain to be your friend until we part our ways???
Some wishes aren’t meant to come true —
but even as silent prayers, they mean the world.
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