Sarika Jaswani
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Poet Poetry© Published @silverbirchpres @poetorganic @feversof @thewomaninc @spill_words @heronclanpoems 'Tide Rises Tide Falls', Trouvaille Review, Antonym.
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Joined August 2014
Happy to announce that I have taken a humble step into the world of publication. My poetry collection 2024 — Metamorphosis is on https://t.co/fJJiaeVU9m Please let me know your thoughts on words that try to paint the picture with colors of reflection, growth, and transformation.
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Life is like an assorted palette of paint given to us with our first breath. The red of passion, the yearning in green, the blue in blues, and the yellows for the new beginnings. Poetry is the...
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still playing the childhood games just yesterday I made believe I was someone else #tanka #TankaThursday
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You have no obligation- -to be another’s emotional caretaker. You will never Realize Your True Self when constantly performing for others. Be Selfish. Hold Your Own energy…as Sacred. Stop bleeding out. Be Your Own Container. Choose Yourself finally…
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Life moves at Its own pace. Mind imagines Life should move at a “more productive” or “beneficial to me” pace. When mind Stills- there is no rush to accomplish anything in particular. As Lao Tzu said, “Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Slow the mind down.
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Allow each moment of Life to be Written…without resistance. Never collect any pages. Never try to carry a book. Let whatever is Written…be consumed by the Fire of Your Loving Heart. Burn Yourself to ash as soon as You’re Written. Be only ever Here-Now…
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The Truth seeker must no longer be afraid of making a mistake. A mistake is an opinion held against mind’s false ideal. All ideals are unreality. There are no mistakes. You have never made a wrong decision. There is only ever What Is. Be decisive. Be determined. Be Real…
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https://t.co/CQ7vADAwXe ....All my outstretched wings want is to merge with the velvety call of the sky’s awning emptiness. ....... Subdued by thirst, I sip a rain-filled puddle. My belly—a cosmos of stars, moonlight, the big bang...... Published in The Scriber's Nook on Medium
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A Bird’s Eye View
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Make a magic circle and chain one followed by 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, single crochet -and off goes the thought train in the world between my eyes... ...pattern unfolding Even when the rest of me feels undone Read “Caravan“ by Jaswanisarika on Medium:
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Thought Train. Photo by Maryam Furqan Qureshi on Unsplash
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wiping the mirror clean so words cut through echoing silences
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borrowed eye to taste the sweet tartness in my written words
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I do not rush to fill it; I simply watch. For in watching, I learn — that motherhood is not a single meal to be finished, but a feast that grows richer with every touch, every word, every moment that passes between giving and becoming. 3/3
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The empty plate holds portions of every emotion — joy and weariness, pride and doubt, laughter echoing beside quiet tears on a sleepless night Each day adds a new serving, a new flavor of love, raw and unmeasured. 2/3
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Stern when the moment calls, and persuasive when gentleness must lead the way. Motherhood is a rhythm of balance — strength woven softly with surrender. 1/3
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Parenting is piecing yourself back together in a colorful mosaic from the parts that fell apart the night before. Putting a smile back on today's quiet humility that rises from the ashes of yesterday. The distant echoes of pride fading to a whisper
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celestial vastness pressed against the hum of the refrigerator, infinity hidden in the sound of a lunch bag closing.3/3
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