Baskadia

Game a good soul

Friends, I have brought a story for you! This is the story of a room built in a house where a person lived. That person's name was Saurav. Sourav had taken a single room on rent for himself, in that single room he lived alone. But he was disturbed by the happenings in that room. Because of which he had to leave the room. This story was told to me by a person who worked with Sourav.

Mind and soul

Bugs could give substantial taste to food - and help climate - researchers find Flavorings produced using mealworms might one day at some point be involved on comfort food as a wellspring of protein Bugs can be transformed into meat-like flavors, giving an all the more harmless to the ecosystem option in contrast to conventional meat choices, researchers have found. Mealworms, the larval type of the yellow mealworm scarab, have been cooked with sugar by scientists who observed that the outcome i

Soul of dragon

Soul loves mom💙

Unconditional love of mother.

DEATH OF A JAZZMAN

Death of a Jazzman We danced and clapped The euphoria he gave us made us laugh For many days we sang around that fire he made us. In that cold winter he was our warmth. Neither of us imagined he would leave this forest we camped We all saw him leaving carrying his sax As he kept moving we felt he packed our peace of mind From a far we could hear sounds of a train moving Our Jazzman was heading to the train station But why? Didn't we give him the fun, laughter and joy? We watched to his fading in

Freedom

Freedom exists where? Above the sky? In the depths of ocean or beyond this life? I've heard cries of birds, screams of water and the souls screeching behind the veil They didn't find freedom There's no escape then? You're trapped inside your own bones Squeezing from all sides Suffocating Is there light to this dark? My dark, nothing like yours We're stuck in different shades of dark But we are looking for the same light Does that mean our destination is same? Paths led us on different directions

LONE SOUL

A writing going out to those who feel lonely yet they always wear a smile to cover their inner screams

Lost Soul

I was a lost soul, stuck on the dark. Wondering around if I can still go back. Collecting stones everytime I saw some - to be used as a sign where I came from. And what if the sun won't give me a light? Monsters too strong, I can't fight. I'll be begging with my knees on the ground, Please help me, don't let me drown. Honestly, I'm a man in callow. Still survives with full sorrow. I hope one day, an ethereal beauty - will soon find and get me.

Words of soul

There is a rainbow in my eyes, It is talking with touching the two eye lashes, Is this a magic, Rain Will give hot.... I am seeing my mom's face in you..... First time in my life, I am confusing without knowing what is the reason.... You came into my life like a mirror, You show my image in front of me... My heart filled by dreams, Its all because of you...

The Soul .

the foe and friend of a soul is the soul itself .

Lonely soul

Sometimes people find you weird and end up being lonely

ABYSS

a poem about a girl who has been through the pains of love but cannot share

The Art and Soul of Sarah Thompson: Revolutionizing Pottery with Passion and Perseverance

In a quaint studio nestled in the heart of Asheville, North Carolina, the rhythmic sound of a potter’s wheel spins tales of creativity, resilience, and artistic brilliance. This is the world of Sarah Thompson, a modern-day artisan whose pottery has captured the hearts of collectors and enthusiasts worldwide. Sarah’s journey into the world of ceramics began serendipitously. Growing up in a small town in Kentucky, her initial exposure to art came through her grandmother’s love for quilting. Howeve

Spring love

Poem of spring love written by me..

The soul's journey

This is the journey of soul. When soul dies, she has to choose one way.

ABYSS 2

continuation of abyss

Soul Cry

In the depths of despair, my soul cries out, Amidst a sea of faces, none can rout. In the church's embrace, I found no solace, Reflecting in the mirror, an empty space. But then, a phrase from an old sage's tongue, Blessed with wisdom, where hope had sprung. I spoke those words, and in that fleeting trance, All fell silent, in a peaceful dance. The storm within subsided, the chaos ceased, In those whispered verses, my soul found peace. So in the midst of my darkest night, A beacon of light, rest

LOGOS; PROJECTION IS BUT SOUL

Spiritual poem about the origin of the soul

Save our soul: Aleniboro community

ILORIN EMIRATE COUNCIL

An Ode To The Soul.

A sweet poem that tells us what the soul reflects and how it functions.