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My new piece of heart on WordPress. Three years old but still feels fresh, it's just the same as finding an old treasure from my backyard

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A little poem for the sinner.

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"Two warriors stand on the same battlefield — one with an unharmed sword, the other with thorned hands. I wrote about love when it feels like both war and salvation, when the same hands that wounded you once reach out for help.

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Today I posted something that felt like pulling a splinter out of my soul.

Two Warriors in the Battlefield – One with an Unharmed Sword, the Other with Thorned Hands

A meditation on the imbalance of pain. Of how some bleed quietly, while others remain stainless.

Read it if you've ever held pain in your palms just to keep someone else's world safe.

#poetry #writing #truth #pain #emotions #soulpost #jahanwrites

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A hollow room with a shadow of memories.

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Some grief lives in silence. In everyday routines. In the song playing during your evening walk. In the pause you take when the road bends near memories.

This piece is about a day like that— Where your body moves through life, but your heart keeps circling around someone who isn’t there anymore.

It’s personal. It’s raw. And maybe, it’s a little bit like yours.

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I wrote something new 🍊🧩🌞

It’s called “A Jigsaw, an Orange, and My Summer Table.” A quiet piece, born from a slow afternoon — the kind where sunlight spills across your thoughts and everything feels stitched together with stillness.

There’s a puzzle. There’s fruit. There’s a little bit of memory, and maybe, a bit of you too.

Read it if you’ve ever paused in the middle of a day and smiled at nothing. Or if you like simple stories that sit with you for a while.

🪞✨ https://freelancewriter90.wordpress.com/2025/05/14/a-jigsaw-an-orange-and-my-summer-table

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🌫️ “I’m not on the side of white or black. I’m in the middle — the grey. The part no one talks about, but everyone passes through.”

My new blog post explores the social dilemma of being grey in a world obsessed with extremes.

🖤 Read here → https://wp.me/pgr3Fn-2x

If you’ve ever felt unseen in your in-betweenness — you’re not alone.

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If you prick us, do we not bleed?" — These words hit me hard after watching The Pianist and reading The Merchant of Venice. My latest post dives into the connection between art, memory, and fate, all wrapped in literature and cinema. 📚🎬

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Young-hye's husband is the reality of the most in the real world, especially in arranged marriage, which seems to me a disaster. Because as long as you're not a drama according to them — no appeal, no demands, no choice, no discussion, no resisting — you're a good wife. As soon as you start with even a little of your choice, you become an object from a person, which seems too distinct to you. But you were an object for them to begin with. An object or a clay, adjusted, molded as they desire.

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When Life Happens — A Healing Wrap

🌿 Post Content: One night I was glowing, the next—hospital lights and grey curtains. Coming back home, food felt distant… Until I stepped into the kitchen.

A spoonful of veggies, a dash of sauce, Wrapped in lettuce and love. It wasn’t just a bite—it was a step towards feeling okay again.

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Corner of my mind— a snowflake melts underwater.

A quiet poem on fleeting thoughts, soft mornings, and skies that blush pink.

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You, my love, make it happen

What makes life beautiful? If not your handkerchief, then the mess behind, if not your perfume, then your scent lingering behind, if not your letter, then the pen behind, if not your presence then memories behind.

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Oh, good lord! Why, you gave me the beautiful soul my lover loved, but not the appearance to make him resist me at all cost?

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My White Swan under the sun

When you opened up your heart and talked about how you made the sweet dish all by yourself because you missed your home that day. When you oh-so-innocently told me how you sometimes eat with the homeless in a restaurant when you're alone, but the restaurant refuses to let them in and you fight for them. How much you love your family and are grateful to them for everything. Your passion for learning and growing into a big person gradually by working hard day and night, yet still staying grounded and respecting each and every person throughout your journey and after.

You—the you you hide from the world—is like a swan in the water, surrounded by water lilies. White – pure – calm – and under the sun.

You also love listening to my songs, so I sing. I sing in every step of your life, to be there with you at the first step of your initial phase, and throughout your journey, to keep you going between the clouds. Because we have heard that's the destination—and it's all golden rays, flowered aroma, and the things you want: peace.

So I will be there, to get you there. I may not be there by the end of your journey, but I will surely be by your side whenever you halt or stop. I will sing to you.

We'll make harmony. I will meet your rhythm of steps, one by one—and make everything happen.

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Art isn’t just what I do — it’s who I am, the pulse that runs through my veins. 🎨 From the first brushstroke to the beat of my steps, every moment of creation is a piece of my soul. It’s not just a passion, it’s a way of being. Read my latest reflection: https://freelancewriter90.wordpress.com/2025/03/26/why-do-i-love-art/

#ArtIsLife #CreativeSoul #ExpressionThroughArt #LivingWithArt