Historias de Stillness

She stands where stone greets silent lore, A smile like sunshine on an ancient door. In eyes, a glimmer of stories unrevealed, A girl I adore-so clever, so brave. Her laughter dances on the air, A loving storm with fearless air. No crowns nor velvet throne for her, She's made a world all by herself. Her words are piercing, her heart is gentle, She's strength and beauty so entwined. And in her heart, one name burns bright- Her mother, her peace, her guiding star. She burns like fire, constant and true, A heart with skies of boundless blue. In her, I see peace and battle too- A shining star, my heart's love.

In the rush of everyday life, it's easy to miss the quiet beauty surrounding us. A leaf bending with the wind, the steady glow of a candle, the sound of footsteps on a path - each carries a lesson of hope, a whisper of encouragement, a reason to be grateful. This book offers one hundred meditations drawn from simple symbols in daily life. Each reflection is an invitation to pause, breathe, and notice the extraordinary woven into the ordinary. Whether read one day at a time or opened at random, these pages will meet you with stillness, strength, and gratitude. Gentle and poetic, this collection is a companion for anyone longing to slow down and live more deeply. Let the small things remind you of life's quiet wonders - and of the hope that has been with you all along.

In the space between whispers, I orbit a shadow I cannot name.

Short poem

How does it feel to a person when his heart gets broken, what happens to the plannings made in the beautiful past and what's now gonna happen in the burried or rather, a shattered future. Will it bring a new glimmer of hope or else it'll come up with a new lesson. The story of an adult boy who was deeply in love. The love which now got teared apart from the past of other. The intervention of past into the present, what will be the repercussions of it? How one could overcome it and how should one have to.? A lesson of life or a way towards peace after the hostilities long gone..!

A woman plagued by strange bruises and restless sleep discovers too late that shadowy arms beneath her bed are feeding on her dreams-until they claim her entirely, leaving nothing but silence and handprints.

Decided to use ChatGpt for this. This poem is written in free verse, with a melancholic but hopeful tone. It's themed around time, memory, and quiet resilience.

For years you focused on self ,learned from self, grown with self, What if I told you that self was not the answer ? That being focused on self ONLY was not the answer to a fulling life? ODD? well, not really. This book is a guide for all of you that want to feel like they contribute , self is not the answer. So what is, well self alone doesn't build an empire, but providing to the US rather than just the I will bring you more that you'll ever know. So next time you want to play big , please never forget that self is not the answer.

My First entry, Beautiful things that remain - I. was about nature. this is nature inside a room.

This poem is not about longing that aches loudly, but about love that arrives as stillness. It speaks of a quiet shift- from noise to depth, from attachment to recognition, from performing love to being held by it. Of silence that feels fuller than sound, and a connection that doesn't leave- it stays within

I chose honor even when the cost was everything.

A poem written after being inspired by "Keeping quiet" by Pablo Neruda... I pictured myself while writing, so, it may not be something everybody can relate to... hope whoever reads this can enjoy it their way... :)

Really allow yourself to sit and meditate.

Meditation

She had been busy for far too long. Her strength eroded by time, Leaving her empty. She longed for the stillness to linger As it brought her comfort. The excess of movement weighted down, Turning into the lavishness of nothingness. --- Writing prompt: choose one of the seven deadly sins and describe it without ever naming it.

I'm writing this poem with the feelings that I had while practically doing nothing the last few days just because it felt really good doing nothing without a care in the world. Yk like the strange feeling of satisfaction that comes with just passing the time doing nothing else but just enjoying the stillness, I'm sure you all get it... well, I hope that atleast some people can relate to this. 🤧

This is a diary of quiet thoughts, feelings, things often left unsaid but deeply felt. 🌙📔🖋️✨

My thoughts no more the only thoughts on my mind.. Escaping, freedom, and sleep. I currently have been staying at a hospital for the mentally insane. Several dreadful months I have been living here. The food stale, and what I like to call "inmates" dull and mentally diseased. I've been planning an escape route to get out of this living hell. But, after digging for a while I saw what no human should never see.

Journey through the eyes of a silent watcher - a scarecrow - standing amidst rice fields.