Poems, Thoughts

Crave for creativity

The crave for creativity intensifies

when one realises its meditative powers

and its intoxication for peace

once the life is consumed in the mundane affairs

to save the roof over the head and the rice on the plate

but how could we forget that creativity is the bread and butter

for a life that is fulfilling

one that makes the mundane seem enlightening

one that turns the profane to sacred…

one that is worth living

– Parveen Maghera

 

 

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I’ll be okay

Notice that bit of surprise popping in each word I’ve said, the smile that sparkles a galaxy in my eyes, boy I could speak a million diamonds worth of love now, for this one moment that seems magical, extraordinary, because the norm ceases to exist, and for once I can believe that

I’ll be okay.

– Parveen Maghera

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Lost and found and lost

Each day, we work ourselves into a deep grave of anomie, detached from our authentic selves who once found meaning but lost it as we lost ourselves, we live a pseudo life where humility becomes burdensome, where the only silver lining are the notes in your wallet, a means and end of itself, we’re all simply zombies living paycheck to paycheck, letting the ball roll into someone else’s court, yet they say this is the reality you cannot escape five days in a week,

you’re granted forty-eight hours to find yourself, only to lose it again at 9am the next morning.

– Parveen Maghera

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Born to fight

you cry and scream like a child when your heart takes the blade of betrayal, longing for a hold of love to mend the broken pieces, your eyes wonder for the answers but the world is full of unexplained chaos, even a touch of empathy does not warm the frozen heart, but you just breathe my little angel, because in this uncertain, unexpected, unfair world, you are born to be a mighty child of God who is armed with the pain of the world as a weapon to destroy the devils that come back at you a second, third or fourth time, on your own, with a heart that has melted overtime with wisdom and maturity, because my little angel, you are your own hero in this chaotic world.

Parveen Maghera

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My playground and garden

and just like every other day I tell
the woman in the mirror each morning that
the world is not just my playground it
is my garden where I can choose to
plant the roses and
water them with love or
let the weeds consume the
beauty I fail to envision so I tell
the woman in the mirror that while
the world is my happy playground bustling
with 
curiosity
it is also my beautiful garden exploding
with 
positivity.🌹

— Parveen Maghera

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