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Dr Nudman on the Importance of Self-Care in Mental Health
Today, people have lost time for themselves, especially about their mental well-being. Most people have overwhelmed chronic stressors and problems that tend to make a person anxious and depressed, or even worse.
By Dr. Nudman Psychiatristabout a year ago in Poets
The Art of Vanishing
In shadows deep, I slip away, A quiet drift from light of day. No sound, no trace, no final glance, I vanish softly in life's dance. Through misty veils and silent streams, I fade into forgotten dreams. A whisper lost, a fleeting trace, Erased like footsteps in soft lace. The art of vanishing, so fine, To walk the edge of space and time. Not gone, but neither truly here, A wisp of thought, a fleeting tear. No weight, no burden, no despair, I disappear into the air. The art is in the letting go, To simply vanish, soft and slow. No farewells needed, no goodbyes, Just starlight fading from your eyes. In stillness, I become the breeze, And in my vanishing, find peace.
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Poets
Just Become Selfish Because No One Cares
Are you selfless? Well, I've learned to care less. When I gave my all, when I dared, The truth hit hard - no one cared. I held on tight, to values and grace, But found myself lost, out of place. I poured out kindness, stayed so pure, Yet silence told me - nothing's sure.
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets




