Villanelle
To the surreal strength we hold
This is an ode to the might that we hold in our hearts to mellow through the banter of our strife. We are extraordinary species that surpass the wit and intelligence of any existing creature in the biotic ecosystem. Our minds are constantly evolving in every minuscular way to foretell the vision of tomorrow. Life is a monotonous series of exemplary events that forge their being in the mundanity of a day. Stirring with the hustle-bustle of every day becomes burdening when life shows how uncertain our mortality is and how placated we are in the hands of the unknown.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
All the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
