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Best Ashram In Vrindavan
In the heart of the sacred land of Vrindavan, amidst the ethereal beauty of Raman Reti, lies a spiritual haven that stands as a beacon of tranquility and enlightenment—Shri Akhil Bhartiya Maheshwari Seva Sadan. Nestled in this divine landscape, this ashram embodies spiritual richness and offers seekers a place to delve into profound spirituality.
By Shri Akhil Bhartiya Maheshwari Seva Sadan2 years ago in Poets
My Dear Daughter
In the tapestry of life, there exists a thread woven with the purest of emotions—the love between a mother and a daughter. For me, that thread is my daughter, the love of my life.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
You Tried it. Content Warning.
So innocent I was, a smiling little girl... You TRIED it! Only seven years old when you entered my world... You TRIED it!
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Power of Emojis
At midnight in the UK, I receive a message from my mother. Between a thought of an image or a video, I wait for the morning.
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Poets
The Wheel Deal
In the land of teenage dreams, where freedom calls, A boy named Tim, with heart aflutter, stands tall. For on this day, a monumental decree,
By The PenPal2 years ago in Poets
Freedom flame. Content Warning.
In the land where freedom's flame burns bright, Beneath the sky of endless night, A nation forged, a dream to share, With open hearts and minds laid bare.
By Deepu Keshar2 years ago in Poets
To Make A Home
The TV stand wobbles, the bookshelf and kitchen table are chipped, sparkly pink nail polish stained the coffee table, and the paint on the pots and pans is fading from years of use,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
So Suddenly
Another day has passed that you are gone ———— Bless your soul ———— Continue watching over me ———— Doting dad is what you will always be
By Michelle Thomas 2 years ago in Poets
The Rhetoric Question
We all have days where sadness consumes the very being of our mind. The moments of mourn and abyss mount on our shoulders and unsurmountable pain paints its traces on the broken pieces of the soul. Life is a mighty teacher that does not teach you the lesson before the test, it tests you before you imbibe the lesson to your very core. Masking our gloom we walk on the way to our doom. Forgetting all the light we can see sometimes existence reminds us of the darkness within thee. When we narrate the victories of our tales, it is vital to behold the memories of when we were broken and frail.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
After Moving On
After moving on and Before I give myself permission to Completely put this year in the Dumpster, perhaps I’ll take a look back at the
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Poets