#contemplation

188 posts
  • pragyaverma 1w

    From gloom to glow
    From turmoil to tranquility
    From forgetfulness to remembrance
    From anxiety to serenity
    From fear to adventure
    From meloncholy to wonder
    From apathy to awe
    From want to hope
    From desires to freedom
    From tears to tears
    Breath by breath
    I travel.
    This is my itinerary.

  • pragyaverma 1w

    Sometimes while driving my car on an open road, I feel like crying. And I ask myself, why? Sometimes I see through a cloud at night, wondering at the faint blue shimmering star and my eyes well up. At the crack of dawn, when the sound of prayer call from a near by mosque fills the air, my heart aches. Sometimes I am so fragile that even a drop of rain can shatter me, a ray of sun can burn me. I do not know why? I sit alone and ponder over things that can change this. Music, painting, writing...and I realize that this feeling doesn't go away, only it comes out in a different way. This feeling.. I don't even know how to describe it. Its not loneliness, sadness, self loathing or emptiness. Its as if, there is something bubbling inside wanting to come out, but it can't. There is something, that is stuck inside, trying to pull me inward. Something, which fills my mind and my heart day in and day out. I don't love with all my soul. There is no beauty in my laughter, no depth in my tears. Each moment life is slipping by and I do not know how to live it.

  • quarantinistani 6w

    Tu Kon?

    Aaj ka quarantinistani
    to kal ka qabrastani.

    ©

    quarantinistani

  • theswordandtherose 9w

    She locks the door
    And hides the key
    So they would not
    Be let to see

    What’s hidden there
    In layers deep
    Regrets and such
    That cause “the weep”

    From broken heart
    And wounded soul
    The muffled sounds
    The cries of woe

    Continue on
    Through silent plight
    Her whispered pleas
    To brave the night

    Beneath the veil
    She dared not show
    The tears she prayed
    They would not know

    That here within
    Her quiet place
    She keeps her key
    Safe in His grace

    ©theswordandtherose2020

  • pnair87 11w

    I am ...

    To those who’ve gone through my posts,

    I write more on soul , I understand ...
    I think , I see myself not much as my physical being ,
    Rather as the energy within
    Which gives light & life to my existence ...
    I truly believe that this shadow of mine is just a temporary dwelling place of my higher spirit ...
    Which is on a journey to it’s haven...


    ©pnair87

  • sarahrachelea 16w

    When you meet your old friends or family member
    They may ask you some question

    How's work?
    How's life?
    Are you already successful and rich yet?
    Are you already married?

    But never one of them asking you,
    Are you happy and satisfied?

    Why?
    Because they themselves
    Are not happy and satisfied with their own life?
    Possibly they are

    ©sarahrachelea

  • moonysonneteer 19w

    Incomplete

    "Your eyes glistened like sand on a bright sunny day..."
    And a few other lines that I wrote and threw away ;
    As I felt estranged after you had lost your way.

    "Soul as deep and unfathomable as ....."
    And once again I fail miserably to find a metaphor;
    Hatred is a feeling that I can no longer defer.

    "Steadfast as a rock your love for me is....was..."
    And here I am still living in that time ;
    I was too naive to be able to secern the wretched from divine.

    While you're sitting on your high horse looking for my name on your scandal sheet ;
    Let my story embitter your sumptuous treat ;
    For all the damage you've done has been nothing more than a few poems left incomplete.


    ©moonysonneteer

  • 04sirius 23w

    I still fall in love with the soul,
    which feel like yours.
    I still fall in love with the soul,
    whose scent mesmerise me like yours.
    I still fall in love with the soul,
    whose sparkle hit straight to the glass windows
    of my soul.

    I'm still there, where we amend into strangers.
    Waiting desperately for your glimpse. At least once.

  • risingspirit 34w

    "Go inside to know outside"

  • thedigdeep 35w

    #16 Subtleties of Life.

    As you end the day with a lot of thoughts running relentlessly in your mind, sit back! because it is much needed time for rest.

    "Come on man! Work hard as much as you can. Walk the extra mile. Do whatever it takes. " said the one who never really paid attention to the Subtelities of life. My people there are times when life's hard and what we get in reply for the advices that we seek in those times is the one I mentioned upwards.


    Really? I know it does work. But not everytime. There are times when we need to take a step back and accept rather than fight. Stay silent more than we speak; rest more than we work. And well, if you ask me what happens when we do that, I'd tell you that our mind becomes refreshed so much so that we think better and take better actions. Mindless action looks super sexy at times but why mindlessly indulge in that.
    ©thedigdeep

  • qwerty0 41w

    Baby Steps

    Tired of striving, Tired of sinning
    From my thoughts to my deeds
    Stuck in my knowledge, with little to no fruits manifested
    O, wretched man indeed!

    How long, O Lord, how long?
    Will you show your glory in this misery?
    My inclinations are not right
    My heart's desire isn't fully you
    O that by any means, purge me from this malady

    Look to Christ, you feeble soul!
    He is worthy of your all
    Cast your burdens upon Him
    For He is a friend who sincerely listens!



    ©misunderst0od

  • stjornu_ryk 42w

    I sit alone in the park

    I sit alone in the park
    The cold chill my companion
    Cheeks stained by a river of self-doubt
    Each of my thoughts are lost
    Mimicking stars as they flicker
    In and out
    In and out

    I tell myself to breathe
    I need to loosen my shoulders
    Tell myself it is not my fault
    Time just keeps moving
    Yet my body remains immobile
    I just need to think
    Need to be by myself

    I sit alone in the park
    The winter is gone now
    I see the soil that details the ground
    Yet where there is warmth
    My body is cold
    My thoughts not my own
    I sit alone in the park

    ©stjornu_ryk

  • himadrisaha 44w

    In Thy Mind

    It is a reservoir of abstractions,
    Of connections, conceptions and ideations,
    What goes around inside is a mystery,
    Things are branched out in a huge tree.

    The greatest gift to mankind,
    Which often renders him blind,
    Pushes him on paths uncertain,
    Paths riddled with storm and rain,
    With holes big enough to swallow,
    Into the depths where others follow,
    The depths of abyss and doom,
    Where there’s just enough room,
    For those who are caught unawares ,
    In its twisted, crooked schemes.

    All it requires is a peek,
    Not recommended for the weak,
    For they are to get lost,
    In the rabbit hole they just crossed,
    For the one who is a seeker,
    His spirit shall not waver,
    In its treacherous depths,
    For in those treacherous depths,
    He shall find the answer to the question,
    Which made him the seeker.

    He looks for God in temples,
    As if his mind is in shambles,
    Only if he had given it a chance,
    He would have had His glance,
    In that chaos, there would have been order,
    He could have been the Lamb of the Shepherd,
    And peace would have been his fodder.
    ©himadrisaha

  • radhikamenon 45w

    Is this how it feels to be on the outside?
    Slow and vulnerable,
    Being the subject of a diagrammatic thought
    Slithering to get out
    In ways you know nothing of yet,
    Overstretching and dragging the sanctity of becoming
    A petite pleasure of being the object.
    ©magicquillcreations

  • boundlesshatefyou 45w

    A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

    ~ priyanka rajput

    #contemplation #dreaming #flowers #gardens #les-miserables #thinking #Victor-Hugo @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld

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  • ericwk 46w

    'Pinprick Holes in a Colorful Sky'
    ••• (Background image from Pixabay)
    #Night #Life #Space #Inspiration #Contemplation

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    'Pinprick Holes in a Colorful Sky'

    Stepping ascending flickering stars
    Climb in patterned constellations
    Embrace each Heavenly delight.

    Resonant of a musical vibration
    Into realms beyond infinite harmonics
    Perpetual balances within celestial spheres.

    Embrace the glow of radiant becomings
    Welcoming energy found of embracing
    Pinpricks awaken an inspiring life.

    ©ericwk
    ~ an EWK Poe'em

  • harf__ 48w

    Numbness

    Sometimes we don't wanna say anything,
    We don't wanna listen people
    We just don't want anything in that particular moment.
    And we just contemplate our life and wonder. Obviously we don't so much remember those moments but trust me those are the moments that have made you whatever you are right now.
    Always respect your own company
    ©harf__

  • patient7 52w

    What do others think about you?
    A frequent useless question popped in my mind
    For the thirty-second time this minute
    Going out on a limb that's hard to climb
    A leap of faith assures you that you're fine
    While landing presents you with fresh biting lines
    What was the leap if you only keep your most destructive thoughts
    No matter how well you did it or what you achieved
    You're brought back down again to face the grief
    Created by your own headspace inline
    Waiting for another leap to land
    And for your thoughts on fire to be fanned
    Relief?
    I have no belief
    Make your own happiness as it fleets
    Hold onto the moments most precious to you
    And you will find
    An easier trek ahead
    While not silent in your head
    A damper on the useless thoughts
    That plague your cloud nine

    @in_fragments #contemplation #negative #overcome #anxiety

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    A Leap of Faith

    What do others think about you?
    A frequent useless question popped in my mind
    For the thirty-second time this minute
    Going out on a limb that's hard to climb
    A leap of faith assures you that you're fine
    While landing presents you with fresh biting lines
    What was the leap if you only keep your most destructive thoughts
    No matter how well you did it or what you achieved
    You're brought back down again to face the grief
    Created by your own headspace inline
    Waiting for another leap to land
    And for your thoughts on fire to be fanned
    Relief?
    I have no belief
    Make your own happiness as it fleets
    Hold onto the moments most precious to you
    And you will find
    An easier trek ahead
    While not silent in your head
    A damper on the useless thoughts
    That plague your cloud nine

  • kinhin 65w

    16th to Maine-
    My favorite route to think
    Over the days, nights
    ©kinhin

  • scarlettwhispers 67w

    Insomnia

    Embracing my pillow
    Trying hard to rest
    My heart is weary
    But my mind is trying it's best
    To cause unrest

    There is fear in my eyes
    Thus I am unable to sleep
    My body trembling
    Overthinking, contemplating
    I turn around thinking

    If you ever existed beyond my dreams?
    © bahnidipa