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The only illness you suffer from is self-doubt, and it will ultimately destroy your career. Imposter syndrome is the feeling of doubting one's abilities and achievements compared to others, even when evidence suggests otherwise.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To all the dreamers
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Full Tilt
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Soul-3
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Wish I Can Hide. Top Story - July 2024.
I wish I can hide in the folds of dough as you knead it into bread, or out the window by the clouds of flour spreading over your head.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
Not Only Precious
Just for a moment, let me stay to smell the roses. My love is full of spiders, so like a web it’s fully woven. My walls are up against you, and at some point arms were open.
By Desmond Razzano2 years ago in Poets
The Multiverse of Penultimate Magic
In a world where humans can fly and spells can reprimand the sly. The dream of every potterhead is built on the sands of time,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who bleed blue . Content Warning.
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets