Pragya Sharma

Embracing the light inside you is the best gift you can give to yourself this Diwali. While lighting everyone we often forget to switch-on lights for ourselves. This year wasn't a great one for most of us. Many of us lost our loved ones, many of us went through a long time of grieving, sleepless nights, heartaches, fear of never seeing some faces again, breaking relationships, confined to four walls all alone with a rectangle in your hand. But you know what, the best part about remembering these all sufferings and pain is to celebrate yourself. You, yes you overcame it all alone, when even the closest ones refused to hold your hand it was you who managed everything alone. Even in the darkest of your time you texted or called someone for knowing their well-being, when you needed the love and support most, you still chose to hand it over to others. So yes, you need to celebrate yourself. Moon can't see its own light and beauty, but you know it can't be described in words...

“The Darkness doesn’t affect me, until I get to see the stars and northern lights” Jonna says in one of her YouTube video. These lines sank deep down in the core of my heart. It made me to pause and introspect myself with relation to universe for a few moments. I inferred that how the vast universe loves symmetry. It have both black holes and whiteholes, dark matter and shining stars, light and dark, warmth and cold. In some Northern countries the sun doesn’t set in the summers and to maintain the symmetry it hardly roses in the winters. When the people don’t get to see sunlight for the months or only for an hour in a day, the sanctity of spring becomes more pure. The people get to experience both midnight sun and shear darkness in the mid day. They are forced to absorb all the darkness during the winter season and this give them the vital super power to experience every little moment of spring from trees bearing new leaves to rivers flowing again. And the chirping of birds syncing...

It is better to choose complete darkness rather than relying on a matchstick. Now some people will rant that how a matchstick will vanish the darkness. But my friend, be careful. This matchstick will only burn your hands in the hope of a small point of a light. It will make you wait in the darkness forever. It won't disappear the darkness my friend, but will only burn your hands. It's better to blow off that matchstick and let yourself fall in the darkness in the search of sun. It will take time, you will fall a number of times, but believe me you will find your way out for the sun. It is much better to wander in the darkness searching for sun rather than sitting on a place with a matchstick in your hand, which will in turn burn only your hands. You must be wondering what I am referring matchstick and darkness too. Here matchstick is short term pleasure and darkness is working your ass off for your ultimate goal. These short term pleasures might seem tempting, but they are...

My friend Ipsita❤ asked me to write something like this:).. So am posting it here too.Hope you guys will like it❤🌸 Have you ever cried under the shower? Shedding tears for someone who doesn't even exist.. The person you loved was someone you felt good with.. But that person is now just buried somewhere giving birth to a person who no longer resembles his past.. Doesn't it seems weird crying for the version of a person which no longer exists.. He loved you when no one else did.. He was there when no one else was.. He cared for you like no one else.. But now the same person ignores you like no one else.. He makes you shed tears like no one else.. The person you loved was different and the person you are crying for is not him.. Definitely not him.. Thanks for reading:) 🌸

Hy guys! It's been a long time since I published something.So it's a short poem❤.Hope you guys will like it... Why am the one sacrificing myself always? People entitles me as kindest and sweetest after treating me like a trash. They pour sweet words occasionally in my ears, so they can use me and put me again in the trash. I was told that it rains hardest on the people who deserves sun.. But why sun shows up on the people who deprived me from my sun… Am always there for letting an ear whenever someone need.. But why my words are not heard and buried deep like a broken seed.. Am there for them when they need a shoulder to cry slow But why I have to shed my tears on a pillow? I am there to listen their endless stories.. Then why they find mine boring? Am free for them even on a day full of sorrows and sparrows.. But they fool me by the word busy and tomorrow… They think I am not aware between being busy and ignorance… But they are unaware how their lies have been ign...

Imagination.. What an amazing word. Isn’t it? We all humans are blessed with the ability to imagine.  We all spend a significant amount of time while imagining the things which are not likely to take place in actual world. It is somewhat like teleportation. We are just teleported to the strange and amazing world of our dreams where things work according to us and that world really seems to be a wish granting machine. We are adorned on the thorn and we are the king/queen of that world. We are the one who make rules and decide each character and it’s significance. It is only the ability of imagination that we get to read amazing Harry Potter series or watch that all wonderful Disney and marvel pictures and hear to the great poets. But you know what every thing have two sides so does imagination. Someone quoted that “we suffer more in our imagination than reality. “  When we are busy imagining our strawberry world and get some failure or challenge in our real life. We literal...