Let me take a selfie

 

Taking death into perspective

 

Another face in the crowd

 

I guess not

 

Sacred be the geometry

 

Only if

 

Grasslands

 

How far would you go?

 

Is this hope?

There is life in the darkest of oceans.

There is light in the deepest of space.

There are answers for almost all questions.

There is a personality behind every face.

Every stone has vibrating particles.

Every path has difficult obstacles.

Every night has a day.

Every destination has a way.

There is kindness in the coldest of hearts.

There is an entirety to a seperated part.

There is flow in the stillest of pictures.

There is silence in the loudest of lectures.

Every story has an audience.

Every memory has an experience.

Every storm has a center.

Every prey has a hunter.

There is success in the worst of losses.

There is an individual in every chorus.

There is a dream that remains unseen.

There is a common ground in between.

Every man wants to stand tall.

Every rise has a fall.

Every goal was a dream.

Every dawn has a scheme.  

There is a chance I can take.

There is a choice I can make.

Every loving heart will cry.

Every living being will die.

Navigating Life's Curveballs: A Lesson in Adaptability

A few months ago, I was diligently ensuring that I shared content—whether written or visual—once every four days. It was a routine I had meticulously crafted and adhered to for about two and a half months. Each post felt like a small victory, a testament to my commitment and consistency. However, as the saying goes, life doesn't always go as we expect it to. And when it veers off course, we're forced to confront its unexpected twists and turns.

As life unfolded its unpredictable narrative, I found myself grappling with its shortcomings. It wasn't a sudden upheaval but rather a gradual shift—a series of unforeseen events that gradually chipped away at the structure I had meticulously built. Whether it was personal challenges, professional demands, or simply the ebb and flow of daily life, I realized that my rigid schedule was no match for life's inherent unpredictability.

At first, I didn't even notice the changes, clinging to the notion that if I just tried harder, pushed myself further, I could somehow regain control. I lost control over myself. I found myself yelling at others and suddenly I forgot. I began to come to senses like babies come to understand about life. I found myself at a Rehab center. 

It wasn't until I embraced the idea of adaptability—that ability to bend without breaking—that I began to find a sense of peace amidst the chaos.

Adaptability, I discovered, isn't about surrendering to life's whims but rather about responding to them with resilience and grace. It's about recognizing that plans may change, deadlines may shift, but our ability to adapt is what ultimately defines our journey. Instead of viewing setbacks as failures, I began to see them as opportunities for growth, chances to recalibrate and realign my priorities.

So, I let go of my rigid schedule and instead embraced a more flexible approach. I took a two month vacation at my own expense to rest and regrow. The days weren't easy as being cut off from my regular social life wasn't fun. Every moment was filled a longing that wanted to see me back in routine. I learned to listen to my body and mind, to honor the natural rhythms of productivity and rest. I learned to be kinder to myself, to recognize that productivity isn't measured solely by output but by the journey itself—the lessons learned, the obstacles overcome, the moments of stillness and reflection.

In the midst of life's chaos, I found a sense of freedom in embracing adaptability. No longer bound by rigid expectations or self-imposed deadlines, I allowed myself the space to explore, to experiment, to evolve. And in doing so, I discovered a deeper sense of creativity and fulfillment than I ever thought possible.

Life will always throw curveballs our way—that much is inevitable. But how we choose to respond to them is entirely within our control. By embracing adaptability, we not only navigate life's twists and turns with greater ease but also unlock a newfound sense of resilience and possibility. So, here's to embracing the unexpected, to letting go of the illusion of control, and to finding strength in our ability to adapt, thrive, and flourish, no matter what life may bring.

Make over by Nikhat Zubair

 Branding work that was done for a client.

A poem

 A wild patience has brought me here and I don't want to go back.

I've landed on my face after falling through the crack.

I would listen but don't tell me about the qualities I lack.

I need to mend my aching soul, I need to heal. I need to grow.

A longtime has passed since I have felt like home

Experience has taught me that it is best to be on your own.

I don't like this place either but I don't have a choice.

If someone asks about me tell them that I wasn't very nice.

My actions surprise me, I am sure they shock you too.

My thoughts are haunted by the deeds I didn't do.

The presence of my mind is beyond the reach of my will.

I have watched and heard stories that make the devil have his fill.

Nobody would believe or understand what I say.

In nothingness I keep my faith and write another essay.

The last word of each sentence must rhyme with the last word of the next.

That's how I create an elegant poem out of some random text.

That's how I give meaning to this phenomena called life

That's how I find resolution through this strife.

The disintegration of dreams

What can I say about the world that comes to life when I fall asleep.

What can I say about the life that begins when I wake up from my dream.

Do you wish to know what I know?

Do I want to know what you want?

Is there anything I can do?

To make your wishes come true.

Is this just an act?

Or is it a fact?

If yes, then I'd love to be the best.

At what I think is a test.

A test of time.

A test of character.

Is life an act?

Am I an actor?

Is the world a stage?

and society a theatre?

So many questions

with answers and opinions.

What to do?

Where to go?

The which and the when

and the why and the how.

Is the past and the future

connecting through the now?

What about the things that never existed,

events that never took place

and people I never met?

Sweet were the memories, deleted.

Feelings gone leaving no trace.

Did I fall for the trap that was set?

Who is going to speak to let me know?

All that I don't but want to some how?

A saviour? A messiah? 

A hero for hire?

A villian wearing a crown of barbed wire?

A king resting on a funeral pyre?

A queen who assumes everyone's a liar?

You did the unforgivable deed,

for that guilty I plead

but we are going to let it slide.

Welcoming everyday with arms that were opened wide.

The smile doesn't come on so easy anymore.

The laughs they sound like a beast's last roar.

Not sure if you are keeping a score

but my life is surreal like works of the great Salvador.

If love grew on trees

Everything would be magic.

Nothing would ever be tragic.

All hearts would be pleased.

All pain relieved.

We would feed it to our enemies.

The world would truly know peace.

It makes the world go round.

Those that are lost would be found.

When you are running low.

Just eat some more.

You will start feeling fine.

Ingesting the love of the divine.

Everyone who was ever rejected.

Would feel a little more accepted.

If love grew on trees.

I would lock my heart and throw away the keys.