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Twenty four and a few more
The woman has grown -
Even flown,
In her new normal
Gatherings of friends
Music and dancing
A strange, drunken costume party
At last!
A soirée in the real -
A gentle joy she dared to steal
It’s been a while, I know, but here is the next in my Retrospective poem series. Twenty four.
O’ Jamil! Arise, arise! The dawn awaits your flame,
Not as a flicker, faint and frail, but a sun none can tame.
Yet haste is the foe of wisdom, the traitor of the soul,
For destinies are not cast in haste, but forged in measured coal.
The mountains bow to none but those who climb with patient feet,
The ocean’s depth is not revealed by waves that blindly beat.
The pen that writes eternal tales moves with a sovereign will,
O’ Jamil, become part of the story, and be written slowly still.

Not by the fleeting breath of time, nor by the tempest’s roar,
But by the silent hand that shapes the clay to something more.
The rose that claims its bloom at once is robbed of sacred pride,
The sun ascends the eastern sky, but only with the tide.

In every heart the latent spark awaits the perfect hour,
To blaze a path through endless night with majesty and power.
But power without patience is but ash upon the breeze —
O’ Jamil! Be steadfast, walk with grace, and bend your will with ease.

Yet know — the flame that softly glows may set the world ablaze,
The gentle seed that falls in soil can birth eternal days.
No storm nor lightning need you chase; within, a sun resides,
A fearless light, a boundless charm, the Self that never hides.

So sing! Sing loud, O’ beautiful, with courage and delight —
Each step a dance upon the stars, each breath a burning light.
Write not in haste, but with a smile, the story you fulfil —
O’ Jamil, become part of the story, and be written slowly still.
Awaken Slowly 14/08/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Arna Jul 22
"A priority list with GOALS than people is far better."
Sometimes, peace begins when you stop prioritizing people who don’t value your path.
A priority list with GOALS rather than people isn’t selfish — it’s survival, growth, and purpose.
🌱 Focus on what builds you, not what breaks you.
Lujyn Jul 19
I firmly believe that all the struggles we face
Help in building who we are today
The pain residing in previous versions of ourselves isn’t easy to erase
But I truly think that it’s better to acknowledge the past’s ache
Instead of letting it eat you alive
You shouldn’t live for anyone but yourself
Don’t just live in order to survive
Live on so you can realize that the old versions of you
Don’t erase the possibility of new, happier ones


-Currently listening to “Mr. Forgettable” by David Kushner.
lisagrace Jul 19
Ah,

The cyclical effect
Of generational trauma
The incessancy of his
Encroaching dark aura
He refuses to look past his umbra
He cannot perceive the pain he inflicts
I'm sure that
He doesn't even wallow - only wails
A piteous cry. A melodramatic howl
And he dares to sit there and wonder
Why no ties prevail?

He is an old man now
And still he believes
That the disease that was he,
Was nothing more than
An elaboration. A tease.
The last so-called apology he had given
I had somehow still accepted gladly
The girl, still clutching one last note
She slid it under the door
And hoped

Silly girl,

She should have known
That hope is dead
There was never any perception
No conception of his venom
Two decades later,
And still he wails
This woman does not feign indifference
Moonflowers abloom,
Defiant in their noctilucence

**** him and his darkness!
How dare his mere presence
Make my stems cower
I'd thought those memories
Had begun to wither
Fading, obscuring into evanescence
But he'd made my leaves quiver

And here I am again,
Trying to bloom
Again
A poem about the long echo of abuse, and the girl who hoped—
until she didn't.

For anyone who's had to grieve someone still living,
and grow anyway.
Arna Jul 16
Distractions
They turn a man into a lazy soul,
a responsible citizen into a careless one,
a meritorious student into the disobedient,
and a kind heart into something selfish.
They **** righteousness,
while building a false sense of self-esteem.
They drown us in the unnecessary—
a flood of moments we never asked for.
Distractions feel comforting when we’re caught in them,
but they leave us with regret the moment we step away.
Keeping them at a distance
is the first step toward change—
toward becoming who we were always meant to be.
They come quietly,
feel comforting for a while,
but leave us with nothing but regret.
The first step toward becoming better
is knowing what to walk away from.
Yash Shukla Jul 11
आयुष्य आहे एक कोडे,
रोज आपण सोडवू थोडे
प्रश्न पडतील दररोज वेगळे,
विचार करून सोडवू सगळे

अडचणींना आपण सामोरे जाऊ,
कष्टाचीच आपण भाकर खाऊ
मेहनत करून दररोज थोडी,
वाढवू आपण आयुष्यातील गोडी

नव्या दिशा, नव्या वाटा,
येतील अडचणींच्या अनेक लाटा
मात करून अडचणींवर,
नंतर येईल सुखाची सर

जरी आल्या अनेक दुविधा,
उपाय मात्र असेल साधा
मेंदू चालवून विचार करा,
आनंदी राहण्यासाठी कष्ट करा
ही कविता १३ फेब्रुवारी २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Arna Jul 10
"It’s never too late to move on and create the life you’ve always wanted to live."
New beginnings don’t have an expiry date — just the courage to take the first step.
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