Day: June 23, 2019

I’m back 😇

~ thereluctantpoet

Blogs by roshna

You cannot suffer your past or your future because they don’t exist.

What you are suffering is your memory and imagination.

Just live in the moment ❤️✨😇

After all it is your life to live 🎉

Hello dear friends!!! I’m back 🤗

For the past few months, I was going through something that killed most of my time. Unfortunately it made me stay away from WP. Though in these days I had gained lot of experiences and had many joyful moments, I terribly missed WP, especially, all of you and your blogs.

From now on, I’m going to be active in WP like before and continue my journey with you all sweet loving people.

–Roshna

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Life, but not as we thought it would be…

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Words on Paper

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In an effort to ignore what will be happening tomorrow, I have been burying my head in the computer, trying to catch up on all the things I haven’t managed to get around to on the newly installed Windows 10. Some days I love the new arrangement of everything, but days when it defeats me are still happening.

In my wildest dreams, I could never have dreamed what I would be getting up to in my advancing years. Just goes to show how far you can come if you let yourself dream big.

I have always hated anything to do with computers for they are illogical, slow and complicated. I firmly believe they were sent by the devil to drive us all mad. At least, that’s what happens in our house!

But it wasn’t always this way.

There was a time when the idea of a machine with such amazing…

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Mind Games

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I Write Her

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Nobody ever says that, that those who fear falling in love have this tendency to be more affectionate and nurturing and gentle lovers. It’s not the fear of “falling in love” that they’re actually afraid of but the fear of “being in love.” The fear of being somewhere they’ve always wanted and the fear of not being worthy enough of it.
Juansen Dizon – Philophobia

I was the golden warrior.

Found my place, made my name.

I chose you.

You were deemed worthy.

But then you pulled away.

Stayed but let me wonder.

Who am I now without you really there?

Felt shaken, unsure.

Forced me to beg.

I wasn’t sure anymore if I was desirable.

Constant questioning.

How could you do this?

I trusted you to love me whole.

Honor and love me forever.

This is how you respect me?

I let you in believing I was worth so…

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NURTURE

~ thereluctantpoet

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Nurture

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Magical spectacular light

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Savvy Raj

Stardust that we are made of
Sparkles from our soul
Sometimes through words or deeds
Emanating from the source codes.

We are mystical manifestations
Flowing waves in the light of consciousness
Sometimes discreet and subtle
Sometimes blatantly conspicuous
And at times moderate and refined

Deeply woven circles of life and living
All illuminating the projections of purpose
Creator has endowed within us.
Born of intentions in the intersections.
We are magical spectaclar light.

Radiant and luminescent spirits
Converging in such an emergence
Our soul speaks without words
Our deeds come together
To make a mark in this circle of life

For life finds a way unto itself
To flow along the rapids
Or wait it out in patience
All for an expression of our souls’ callings.

Savvy

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Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

~ thereluctantpoet

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old, long-closed gate in an ornate but crumbling wall, overgrown with wildflowers.

He dreamed she’d come back to him,
He waited and would do forever.
He had not forgotten.

They would be together again,
He knew it,
He dreamed she’d come back to him.

She had gone ahead without him,
The gate had closed behind her,
He waited and would do forever.

The promises they’d made to each other,
Time could not keep them apart.
He had not forgotten.

Written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/2317977099

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