The whispering green palms. A sight of tranquil. That brings relief from despair. When rush of anxiety blows into the mind, The passing wind blows the anxiety. Making way for a changed mind. The...

#poetry Fridays' Good Bye to this week Title: Opportunities and Challenges The rate at which they both work hand in hand, Surprises every man without a plan, But not a man with one. A person wit...

She is like a book. A book with pages. But have no title and a cover. Searching for solution for whom to give her a title. Then a cover will be upon her. I believe a cover and a title could make p...

#poetry Flames that burn with an intensity to rival a super star.These flames that rage across mediums words can’t describe.Redefining notions motions and emotions.Redefining the very fabric of exis...

#poetry we don’t live forever,it’s those tiny seemingly irrelevant silly things that matter the most in life,the moments and memories that define us .Poetry lives in and around all of us,it doesn...

There's so much beauty in the outskirts of your comfort zone So much truth that defies the stereotypes held highly You'll never know, if you never seek, Have an open mind Every inconvenience is ...

#poetry We are confined by the constraints of language, constrained by inherited thoughts, constrained by cultural norms, constrained by geographical demarcations, constrained by the existence of othe...

“You and I Won’t Fight” You and I won’t fight. We are the silence trained from birth, Obedient to chains we now call peace. Suffering is our freedom, We hug pain like a childhood friend. Wh...

#poetry Matching frequencies; She honed her spark into a fine edge, a herald of her queen while her very essence boasted of regal beauty in it's grace . Any one who desired a taste of the sacred pi...

#poetry Sometimes losing yourself is discovering your true self and discovering your true self is losing yourself. JERRY KWATCHEY

Think again. Open your heart to wisdom, For it is profitable to direct us all. Who is a friend? Who is an enemy? Only, but the moments of time Tell it all. Time does not lie. They that plan pati...

Why Do We Hate Helping Ourselves Rise? Why do we hate to help ourselves rise? Why does your success feel like my failure? Why do we only cheer when the one rising is far enough to not threaten us? W...

The kitchen is for food. And there is cooking is done. A savoury dish for breakfast. A meal for lunch. A simple dish for dinner. All cooked safely, And free from germs. Why I love the kitchen. ...

#poetry The closer I get to you, the more intimidating it becomes. A multitude of emotions swirl within me when we are together, characterized by effortless conversations and an extraordinary ability ...

#poetry Existence was not meant to be a frantic, high-speed journey, where everything is reduced to a mere blur of movement and chaos. Life was not intended to be lived without periodic pauses and mom...

#poetry When life throws extreme circumstances your way you need to embrace extreme adaptations to cope survive and exist,some solutions sometimes require sledge hammer approaches coupled with feather...

#poetry *DREAMERS ALWAYS WIN* When you decide to chase a dream, People will keep calling you "crazy" They will troll you. When it begins to work, They become "confused". When it becomes a reality, T...

#poetry Poetry is to man what wings are to a bird. SIMU

2 red balls, 3 green balls, 4 blue balls. Pick two balls at random. Picked one green ball and a blue ball. Nine balls all. #poetry #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Nircle

#poetry Poetry was never intended to be bound by rigid structures, rhyme schemes, meter, or stanzas. Poetry was meant to emanate spontaneously from the heart, unencumbered by artificial constraints, a...