Ashwani

Lawyer

[literarylad]

Even at our darkest moments,

I still saw the world

In colour;

I still saw the light

At the end of the tunnel,

And now it's all over,

That is how I remember you.

In my mind,

You are kept sacred;

I lay my head to rest

After another day in lifeless grey,

And summon into mind

Your light, refracted.

For as much as a dream's duration,

Everything returns vibrant.

[literarylad]

[literarylad]

Happy Diwali 🪔

[literarylad]

Find a woman who isn't afraid to admit that she miss you. A woman who knows you're not perfect but she can still treat you right. A woman who's biggest fear is losing you. A woman who put her all efforts for you. A woman who says "I love you" and mean it with all her heart.

[literarylad]

One mistake we often do is we search peace outside us, in the surroundings, in different people, in work, in someone else's company, in conversation with someone. In very clear words, I'm saying this, you can't get peace from this outer world. As I'm saying this, most of you will say I'm being too pessimistic, but tell me honestly what's there in optimi. What have you got being optimistic all these years? Stop creating this fake optimistic environment, accept the truth, and find peace within yourself as much as you can. After all these negative experiences, what am I supposed to feel about this outer world?

[pens-swords-stuff]

Sometimes I want to write a fantasy epic with incredibly deep lore and meaning, other times I want to write a dystopian setting with a lot of uncomfortable truths. I also want to write a tragedy that will make people cry, and a romance that is so sweet that I'll give myself cavities. I want to write a story with no meaning or message at all, it's just chaos and fun, and a novel that explores the depths of humanity and the meaning of life. I want to write contemporary fiction and historical fiction and something that takes place in the future. I want to write mysteries, post-apocalyptic stories, thrillers, horror, urban fantasy and—

[libbyframe]

Delicate spring florals

[ninasdrafts]

“For the next year, I hope you have faith that there is more out there for you - that life still has a lot to offer and that you’re deserving of it. I hope you have the courage to keep your heart open even though you’ve been hurt and misled. I hope you still find it in yourself to trust. I hope you can hold on to the thought that things do get better in time even though there have been days when you nearly gave up. I hope you give yourself enough time to heal, as much as you need. I hope you keep your patience and your good heart and I really, really hope 2022 treats you well. And even if it doesn’t, I hope you’ll do what you always do: you fight and you fall down and you get back up again.”

— 2022 / n.j.

[quotemadness]

“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”

— Kaui Hart Hemmings

[literarylad]

I have always maintained that the writer's task has nothing to do with mystery or magic, and that the poet's, at least, must be a personal effort for the benefit of all. The closest thing to poetry is a loaf of bread or a ceramic dish or a piece of wood lovingly carved, even if by clumsy hands. And yet I don't believe any craftsman except the poet, still shaken by the confusion of his dreams, ever experiences the ecstasy produced only once in his life, by the first object his hands have created. It's a moment that will never come back. There will be many editions, more elaborate, more beautiful. His words will be poured into the glasses of other languages like a wine, to sing and spread its aroma to other places on this earth. But that moment when the first book appears with its ink fresh and its paper still crisp, that enchanted and ecstatic moment, with the sound of wings beating or the first flower opening on the conquered height, that moment comes only once in the poet's life time.

– Pablo Neruda, Memoirs, trans. Hardie St. Martin

[literarylad]

Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest.

[literarylad]

It is completely unimportant that's why it is so interesting.