✰¢reative ¢onstellation✰: Poetry

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28 Oct 2025

#594 Healing Without Talking

Healing Without Talking

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

I don’t know how to heal without talking,
Without communicating when your
Only channel of verbal communication
Is externally blocked by fear and insecurities.

When the four walls of the room
Can no longer contain your anxiety,
I seem to be doing fine, but
Something inside me is dying.

The only solace I get is from
My writing, these words that would be
Read by strangers I’ve never known,
Or I might never meet in my life.

My mind wanders in the silent
Dutch streets, which once gave me space;
A sense of freedom in a foreign land
Things to observe and fresh air to breathe.

Dreams at night take me to the places
Where I feel liberated and safe
And I no longer have to pretend to be alright,
I smile without being forced.

Sometimes, random people can read
Your emotions more than who you live with,
Or maybe the vibes that I emanate,
Match with their empathetic state.

I keep coming to writing over and over again,
It is as if speaking to an imaginary friend,
Sharing what my heart wants to say,
Without being judged or constrained.

I want to talk and express because I am not
An emotionless robot or a puppet
A few countable words that I can speak,
Need to be heard with compassion and patience.

When a part of me still grieves,
Grieving from the loss of a gift,
The gift of a lifetime and memories
That’s no longer mine.

Sometimes, I feel lost for losing my life
To uncertainties on which I have no control,
The sun rises and sets the usual way,
Turning the pages of the calendar.

All I can do, at the moment, is to
Seek divine refuge that can listen
And address my worries to
Provide a solution that I might never find.

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27 Oct 2025

#593 August Rains like Shields

August Rains like Shields

Photo by Mitchell McCleary on Unsplash

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

August rains from a gloomy sky,
Symbolizing the state of my heart and mind,
I look quiet from the outside, but there’s
A commotion within me,
In the backdrop of pitter-patter.

I’m crying while my tears are invisible,
Neither can someone see them nor
Hear me cry as I suppress my emotions,
For they haven’t found a place
To stay safe or be accepted.

When the anguish of my mind lets out a roar,
I take out my diary and start writing,
Writing with all my heart and never to stop,
Untill my mind silences or my hand gives up
For not hiding my emotions.

August brought a handful of festivals,
To celebrate with the family and friends,
But I found no joy in them as my mind
Was engrossed in believing in the possibility
Of what could have happened.

August rains were like my silent tears,
Dropping from heaven as precious as pearls,
Not many can decipher the reasons
And mistaken it as something pleasant
When the divine intentions are unknown.

I will always remember August for the gift
That could’ve been mine; a blessing for a lifetime,
But how can I forgive it when it promised
To give me something, and the next moment,
Snatched away from me for no reason?

I was waiting and waiting eagerly,
Until my wait wasn’t rewarded,
My patience was utterly tested, but then
I can’t complain about the fairness of life
When I have no control over it.

This process of healing after loss
Is neither simple nor linear.
When I think I’m ready for a new beginning,
I get drowned in the waves of intense grief,
As if nothing had changed since that unfortunate event.

August rains were acting like shields,
Under whom I could cry endlessly,
With no one to pester me or suggest to me
The way to heal, as I knew, that a part
Of me got so broken to be fixed in the future.

26 Oct 2025

#592 Night Sky and a Shooting Star

Night Sky and a Shooting Star

The image has been generated by the Author using GROK

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

I saw a shooting star
I closed my eyes and prayed hard,
To get back what I lost,
The grief of which just can’t be told,
Fireflies are like stars on ground,
Bright, tiny, or round?

Immersing myself in a love
That I had never felt before,
How blessed my life seemed to be,
Just a few days before,
They say, “It’s a divine plan.”
I wish I could at least ban(it).

The hope that the night sky gave
Like a million memories to save
Moments are like stars in mind,
They come and go when they can
All I imagined was a parallel Universe,
Happy feelings but with tears.

A Universe where I can enter,
To witness everything happening
At the time, when it couldn’t
Happen in the world I live in
Soaked up in the aura of gratitude,
I chose my present, to continue.

If you can read between these lines,
You’re so empathetic
‘Cause that might not seem so easy,
As it’s so cryptic in reality,
Could the reason for my grief be unveiled?
Or something that others can feel?

I saw a shooting star,
I closed my eyes and dreamed hard,
Just met him in my dream, whom I lost
Sharing moments of immense love
That heals my heart a bit more,
The closure that I was looking for.

4 Jun 2025

#582 One such day

One such day

The picture has been generated by the Author using AI tool ; GROK

It was one such day today,
My body felt heavier than usual,
Stuck to the bed as if lifeless,
When the alarm rang.

My morning starts at 6am,
That’s when I leave my bed,
To kickstart my day with,
Completing preplanned lessons.

But today was different,
Even though I was wide awake,
When the alarm rang but just
Laid still staring at the roof.

I was blank and numb,
A flood of tears came rolling down,
No, I wasn’t emotional or
Overwhelmed by any thoughts.

How some days feel so different,
Different in a way that our hearts feel,
They are like distant stars,
Unable to get a hold of them.

Generally, I’m a happy woman,
Always stay engaged as much as I can,
With many hobbies that have filled up
My soul more than anyone ever can.

I neither pushed myself to be normal,
Nor tried to investigate the reasons,
All I knew was that I wasn’t emotional
Just waited for that flood to calm down.

I am alone in the moment inside
A four-walled room, not looking for
Anyone to comfort me in any form,
Writing this poetry as its outcome.

I understand that my soul wants to cleanse,
Getting rid of suppressed emotions,
I just have to be kind and forgiving,
To listen to the unanswered expressions.

I have to learn to live with,
The learnings that I receive each day,
That’s how they come to me
As reflections in the end.

Now, that the tears have dried and
Letting my fingers what they wanted to type,
I am regaining the former me ;
Not at once but slowly and steadily.

It was one such day,
Stirring me up from within,
When I need not be crazy about,
Completing the big puzzle.

Swati Sarangi
04.06.2025
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This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challenge with theme word DAY.

11 Sept 2024

#545 Perfection is a myth

Perfection is a myth

Image Source : Generated by GROK 2.0

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2024 .

They said, “You’ve to be perfect in everything”

While I replied, “Perfection is a myth”,

It’s a myth that generates fear and

Would never let you get started.

The fear of failure paralyzes them,

Who run before the idea of being perfect,

Or creating a fake image just to

Hide their insecurities so well!

The one trying to improve,

Is the one who is bound to fail,

For failures don’t define him,

When they push him towards the goal.

Failures are like stepping stones

To success for them who are

Willing to take risks and don’t

Afraid to fail repeatedly.

I don’t believe in what they say,

I will choose the thorny path,

Fail many times but not lose faith,

Perfection is just a myth.

I just want to get started,

Fail as many times as it takes,

To reach that finish line and

Bask in the glory of success.

Swati Sarangi

10.09.2024

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#544 That never-ending wait

That never-ending wait