Diya Alwani

  Why do you cherish the dead ones so much? He asked! They live forever in between my books… I replied adding… Fresh ones, Cherished for it's beauty; Dead rose, Is beyond the beauty. Fresh rose, Smells so sweet; Dead rose, Smells for memories. Fresh rose, Gives the feel of softness; Dead rose, Gives the feel of the past. Fresh one, Bloom for days; Dead one, It forever stays. Fresh one, Remains with the rest; But a dead one, Is like a secret close to the chest. To which he added, Fresh rose, Has petals so smooth, And with a gentle touch They soothe. Dead rose, Crinkled and dry But holds the whispers Of that last goodbye. And then left….

 Aura is not merely a mystical concept but a tangible manifestation of the energies that surround us. It forms a luminous layer, consisting of seven distinct layers, collectively known as the Auric Field. This energetic cloak envelops us, serving as a conduit for the exchange and expression of our inner essence. Our aura possesses a magnetic quality, capable of both attraction and repulsion, influenced by our individual essence and the vibrational frequency of our energies. When we encounter someone emitting positive vibes, it's often a reflection of their aura resonating with ours. Their elevated energy levels create a magnetic pull, drawing us towards them. Importantly, one's aura is not solely determined by external traits or appearances. Even individuals with introverted tendencies or unassuming features can possess a potent energy field capable of attracting positivity. It's the inner essence, cultivated through spiritual practices like meditation, that shapes the vibr

Human is the smallest entity of this massive cosmic. The sanctity of this entity is determined by the dedication one owns to attract the pragmatic energy throughout him. When this energy starts healing the person from within and person starts to substitute his qualities with the optimistic and the positive ones he then starts becoming sacred. Sacredness of the person is it's preciousness in this cosmic aliveness, he then becomes confined to himself and is known for his purity. He is blessed with the quality of oneness he owns and is able to affirm and manifest all the habits that are real and not materialistic. He's in an inconvertible state with himself.  The interrelatedness of the person with this flash of energy is most vital contrivance one could ever need to survive through the sensations received by the materialistic possessions. The person feel sacred to the spirit within, to the world he adores and to the mates around him. Each and every one of us is sacred because we

We learn so many things in our lives and experience a great treasure somewhere. The things we learn can be common in a bulk or may be present in only one. The amount of energy or effort we put into those things is the criterion for being satisfied. The more effort we put in, the more self-satisfied we are, but somewhere even after putting in our efforts, there is a void inside us. We can feel that emptiness inside us even after being happy outside. Somewhere we aren't fully satisfied and we end up saying, there's still something we must've done. That void is because of the absence of a connection to that particular thing or the connection between our spirit and the energy surrounding us. There's this lack of bond between our aura and the energy outside our souls. The bond becomes weaker and weaker when we do not try to find that lost connection. One can say he is fully into something when he is attached to it by the spirit within and can feel that he's being stuffed

In a world often characterized by grown-up responsibilities, stress, and complexities, it's easy to forget the simplicity and wonder of childhood. But every once in a while, it's essential to step back from the hustle and bustle of adult life and embrace the child within us. Nostalgically capture the sentiment, inviting us to relive the magical moments of youth. Take yourself on a journey through a series of whimsical memories and experiences that many of us can relate to from our own childhoods. It begins with the idea of shedding the burdens of adulthood and reigniting the spirit of youthful adventures. This notion is a universal desire, a yearning to escape the confines of grown-up life and rediscover the joy and innocence of our early years. Let's paint vivid pictures of those moments that made childhood so special. From singing joyfully in long showers to creating soap bubbles that seemed to touch the sky and recapture the sheer delight in life's simple pleasures.

 "Harmony," in its true essence, is like a symphony where all the instruments play together in perfect unison, creating a beautiful and peaceful melody. It's a state of being in sync with the world around us, fostering positivity and growth in our lives. We understand that life is a series of changes, and for every action, there's a reaction. To keep this harmonious flow, we must learn to overcome obstacles gracefully, not through force but with assertiveness. This means we approach challenges with a sense of self-assuredness rather than aggression, maintaining the delicate balance of this rhythmic motion. The initial spark that sets this harmonic motion in action is love. Love is the force that fuels the engine of harmony. Just a single act of love, a kind gesture, or a heartfelt word can initiate this beautiful process. It's like sending out a ray of love that travels from us and touches someone else, setting in motion a chain of positive events that propel our

The mornin' sky that's so high, the winds come by like a sweet stimuli. I wonder why I can't fly, Admiring the birds that chirrup nearby. Blue blue sky that looks so shy, where the hidden mysteries lie, and glooms the passion  in my eye. Sky is full of wonder and flies and the sun that  rises nice. The little bird that tries and sigh, to fly in the ether that's so high. Now it's time to say goodbye and to admire the wonderful sky. The following poem has also been published in THE MIRELLA Anthology published under the dream world publications.  To purchase the book tap on >>> MIRELLA

Amidst the realm of colors, pure and bright, Lies a hue that enchants with its gentle light. White, the language of beginnings anew, Where love and hope intertwine and grew. A symphony of stillness, a quiet retreat, In its embrace, the world finds peace so sweet. Unveiling a serenity, calm and serene, White, the embodiment of dreams unseen. A winter's kiss on landscapes fair, Blankets of snow in the crisp, cold air, White, the artistry of nature's hand, A creation of grace across the land. In the canvas of art, white takes its place, A blank page's promise, an artist's embrace, White, the birthplace of imagination's flight, Where thoughts and visions take their height. Yet, white's not empty, nor void of hue, It holds the colors of the world in its dew, A prism of potential, where rainbows arise, White, the palette from which creation flies. Oh, luminous white, mystic hue, Stories and wonders come into view. A symbol of unity, simplicity's grace, In your emb