The story begins with a subtle notion of sadness and despiser. But God has other plans too. When two similar feelings meet and feel the same in the first glimpse, something magical happens. This story

📸 The poet sits, a shadow in the gloom, and the golden memories of joy yet to consume. He yearns for the emerald laughter, which is vibrant and bold, A sapphire dreams unfolded. Ruby's passion once burned,

[image created using personal prompt with AI] The shadows of twilight embrace the horizon. The tranquil silence of dusk envelops the mystic land; I lost myself deep into the gentle ebb and flow. The wandering

📸 A dimly lit room, I simply entranced by the reflection in the mirror. The image afore me was not just a mere reflection. It was like a portal to another realm, which is utterly unknown to me. It seems

📸 Sometimes I feel myself transported into a realm where time ceases to exist, and nature's beauty reigns supreme. The vivid tapestry of colors and emotions, capturing a moment in time that speaks to

I walked through the heart of that golden-hued forest; where I've found time dances in a slower rhythm! And I search for myself amidst the mere whisper of the symphony of leaves. Here, the sun's tender

The moon hung low in the obsidian sky like a celestial lantern casting its silvery glow upon the city below. I see the luminous face of the moon which is serene and almost otherworldly. It simply painted

When we take things personally, we basically consider external events or other people's behavior as if they were somehow directed specifically at us. It's like wearing some kind of a filter that dismantles

Beneath a hand crafted canvas, the dirt road winds the secret. A rustic ribbon stitching together between the calm earth and sky. Each pebble, upholds a memory of etched in time and eternity. Each blade

📸 Today I will tell you about a short walk that made my poetic mind nostalgic. Personally I like the rainy season the most. The mystic raindrops make my thoughts onward to a celestial pride about my own

We think therefore we perceive knowledge. Our thought process is mysteriously unique and it has some outstanding quality. If we stop our thinking, our brain might not function properly. Human evolution

In the heart of a twilight forest, Where magic moonbeams weave through ancient boughs! An anthropomorphic creature, resolute and slowly declined fate; Carries a violin upon its spiral back. The violin,

The vast, diverse world has been continuously evolving since its inception, both externally and internally. Changes occur not just in society, religion, politics, economy, and culture, but even in history

📸 In the heart of Bengal, Where Buriganga's whispers blend, Lies Dhaka, a city- woven with threads of ancient lore. Once, it was a city of mosques, Minarets reaching for the sky, Where Mughal emperors

📸 The toy train's wheels spin the tales of forgotten places, Their rhythm is like a lullaby for the wanderers like me. I leaned against the window, and my eyes were tracing the night, As the innocent

The term climate change is associated with negative emotions like guilt, anger, frustration, and fear, but lacks feelings of hope, accomplishment, and pride. The media bombards us with images that suggest

If someone says about your writing that is for too much “telling,” that means you need to provide substantial details or a strong narrative impact to make the reader feel something about what you want

In a quiet corner of the world, shadows mingle with moonlight, There lived an independent soul, and we know her spirit was bright! She wove her days alone with the threads of curiosity; unraveling the

📸 Amidst the crucible of struggle, a distinct shadow loom! And the adversity whispers in the hidden gloom. A tempest arouse; that is relentless and wild, Yet its fury gives a chance Of utmost beguiled!

In my heart wanderlust resides, Beyond the boundary of earthly tides, My soul takes flight on nature's wings, Soaring above the pain that life brings! I walk amidst the forests, which are vividly deep