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  1. had a dream where some vr porn actress i've never seen before was like ingratiated to me for some reason and we were going to do the nasty but then some random white woman who was apparently my mother came in and started very obnoxiously celebrating christmas, scaring her off because she was jewish

    she offered to let me visit her instead and somehow that transitioned into me having to shove my evil double, who was being a real cunt about the whole thing, out of a moving car

    #nsfw #dreams

  2. but I realized that the anthropological and archaeological significance was much greater. It described in detail the tools weapons and other implements they used, along with the native names. Some of them were only known from archaeological contexts and how they were actually used had been only conjectural. "Reading" the account, it played for me as a movie I watched. It included the British ship landing, skirmishing with the locals then learning to communicate and trade.
    2/2
    #dreams

  3. but I realized that the anthropological and archaeological significance was much greater. It described in detail the tools weapons and other implements they used, along with the native names. Some of them were only known from archaeological contexts and how they were actually used had been only conjectural. "Reading" the account, it played for me as a movie I watched. It included the British ship landing, skirmishing with the locals then learning to communicate and trade.
    2/2
    #dreams

  4. but I realized that the anthropological and archaeological significance was much greater. It described in detail the tools weapons and other implements they used, along with the native names. Some of them were only known from archaeological contexts and how they were actually used had been only conjectural. "Reading" the account, it played for me as a movie I watched. It included the British ship landing, skirmishing with the locals then learning to communicate and trade.
    2/2
    #dreams

  5. but I realized that the anthropological and archaeological significance was much greater. It described in detail the tools weapons and other implements they used, along with the native names. Some of them were only known from archaeological contexts and how they were actually used had been only conjectural. "Reading" the account, it played for me as a movie I watched. It included the British ship landing, skirmishing with the locals then learning to communicate and trade.
    2/2
    #dreams

  6. but I realized that the anthropological and archaeological significance was much greater. It described in detail the tools weapons and other implements they used, along with the native names. Some of them were only known from archaeological contexts and how they were actually used had been only conjectural. "Reading" the account, it played for me as a movie I watched. It included the British ship landing, skirmishing with the locals then learning to communicate and trade.
    2/2
    #dreams

  7. I dreamed I was reviewing documents from a British East India Company officer from the start of the 19th century. It detailed an expedition to an obscure location inhabited by descendants of Viking settlers still using traditional iron-age technology and lifestyle a thousand years later. The account was not completely unknown to scholars, but was mostly neglected other than noted for first recounting of geographic features,
    1/2
    #dreams

  8. I dreamed I was reviewing documents from a British East India Company officer from the start of the 19th century. It detailed an expedition to an obscure location inhabited by descendants of Viking settlers still using traditional iron-age technology and lifestyle a thousand years later. The account was not completely unknown to scholars, but was mostly neglected other than noted for first recounting of geographic features,
    1/2
    #dreams

  9. I dreamed I was reviewing documents from a British East India Company officer from the start of the 19th century. It detailed an expedition to an obscure location inhabited by descendants of Viking settlers still using traditional iron-age technology and lifestyle a thousand years later. The account was not completely unknown to scholars, but was mostly neglected other than noted for first recounting of geographic features,
    1/2
    #dreams

  10. I dreamed I was reviewing documents from a British East India Company officer from the start of the 19th century. It detailed an expedition to an obscure location inhabited by descendants of Viking settlers still using traditional iron-age technology and lifestyle a thousand years later. The account was not completely unknown to scholars, but was mostly neglected other than noted for first recounting of geographic features,
    1/2
    #dreams

  11. I dreamed I was reviewing documents from a British East India Company officer from the start of the 19th century. It detailed an expedition to an obscure location inhabited by descendants of Viking settlers still using traditional iron-age technology and lifestyle a thousand years later. The account was not completely unknown to scholars, but was mostly neglected other than noted for first recounting of geographic features,
    1/2
    #dreams

  12. 50 States of Harmony

    watercolor by NW 2026

    Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

    Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

    But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

    But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

    And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

    * Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

    #creativity #dreamOfAnArtist #dreams #expression #imagineGoodness #imagineTruthAndBeauty #painting #statesOfConsciousness #statesOfHarmony
  13. 50 States of Harmony

    watercolor by NW 2026

    Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

    Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

    But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

    But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

    And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

    * Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

    #creativity #dreamOfAnArtist #dreams #expression #imagineGoodness #imagineTruthAndBeauty #painting #statesOfConsciousness #statesOfHarmony
  14. 50 States of Harmony

    watercolor by NW 2026

    Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

    Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

    But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

    But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

    And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

    * Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

    #creativity #dreamOfAnArtist #dreams #expression #imagineGoodness #imagineTruthAndBeauty #painting #statesOfConsciousness #statesOfHarmony
  15. 50 States of Harmony

    watercolor by NW 2026

    Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

    Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

    But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

    But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

    And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

    * Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

    #creativity #dreamOfAnArtist #dreams #expression #imagineGoodness #imagineTruthAndBeauty #painting #statesOfConsciousness #statesOfHarmony
  16. 50 States of Harmony

    watercolor by NW 2026

    Last night I dreamed a man came by to see my paintings. You’ve probably seen it in the movies, someone comes by and the artist begins pulling her canvases from the rack to be ‘examined.’ In my dream I may have been wondering if it was my turn to be discovered, but it was me doing the discovering because among the stack were three practically identical canvases I had completely forgotten I’d done. Fact is, I’d never even seen them before! And yet they were among my work. Three paintings representing versions of our flag of stars and stripes, but in different colors and a totally different design. This new version had a massive ‘V’ coming down from above. V for Victory comes to mind. V, I like to think, for being victorious in uniting our different ‘states’—in this case—states of consciousness. Or maybe just accepting our different states of awareness of being and existing. That would be just as good, even if it only happens in a dream. Because it has to start somewhere.

    Dreams take place in that higher dimension where we’re freed from the shackles of Time and Space and can go roaming around the universe at will, free to imagine these fifty states could be fifty states of harmony. Fifty states of joy and wonder. Fifty states of living in acceptance of one another. I can’t duplicate the image exactly because it wasn’t in this reality—yet. It was still in the ethers, the land of possibilities. And though it was clear to me at the time, once I woke up back here, it had gone all fuzzy.

    But why three? It might be because they each represented a different stage of development. There was the War of Independence, then the Civil War, and now this new thing we’re grappling with and don’t have a name for yet, though we all know it’s a mess.

    But there was a V like the tip of an arrow moving through space, bringing something higher down into something lower. And the shape of the flag being more square than rectangular (because it didn’t need to fly on some flagpole?) – well, you could practically see the M there… M for mankind, as in hu-man-ity, which is all of us.

    And as for the stars and stripes, the ‘stars’ were round as circles, (as real stars are) floating like white-hot suns, representing not only in which state of the union we reside, but in which state of starlight we find ourselves in, now that we’re here. And the stripes were just lines. Thick ones, granted, maybe because they were coming together, joining up to create a new state of alignment. I can’t remember their particular placements, probably because it’s all in a state of flux at the moment. Or maybe because the only stripes necessary in this case were the ones representing the V. Victory of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, held up by the two poles at each end—forming an M for Hu-Man-ity.  

    * Full disclosure: The man who came by to see my work didn’t just appear out of nowhere. He was sent over by a friend I haven’t been in touch with since I told her about the time I found heaven and she accused me of being selfish. I was sorry about that, and now in the dream she was calling me up, telling me she was sorry too, and that a man would be coming by.

    #creativity #dreamOfAnArtist #dreams #expression #imagineGoodness #imagineTruthAndBeauty #painting #statesOfConsciousness #statesOfHarmony
  17. Chewers by Masticadores @chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com@chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com ·

    5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

    Soulmates

    My heart whispers
    the whispers of your heart
    A steady rhythm
    a love song from the start.

    A slow beat,
    a gasp, conveys
    ur love to me
    in countless ways

    A faster lub-dub,
    when you’re near,
    echoes a thrill,
    so soft, so clear…

    the whispers, the pulses,
    the heart strings
    tied together
    as we exhange rings

    ~~

    Beats per minute

    the silence between two
    heartbeats—
    the pause
    a void
    carved by a black hole

    will the heart beat again?
    it did—
    A tremble…then a thud
    the cosmos stirred

    the heartbeat between two
    silences,
    the pulse
    a lub-dub of stars
    echoing through emptiness

    a gasp of fresh air
    the realisation of life—
    Will the silence
    return again?

    ~~

    Bag of dreams

    I carry a bag of dreams
    that seems light
    to a passerby—
    the way stars seem
    to an onlooker:
    weightless,
    minuscule.
    But in truth
    they are massive—
    scorching,
    beyond reach.
    That is what
    my bag of dreams
    is like—
    light
    as a star.

    ~~

    Petrichor

    Poetry to me is like
    rain is to Earth

    I am a dry barren land
    craving poetic rain
    when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

    I wait calmly
    as my sky fills with
    grey hues of reflection.

    A slow breeze
    tickles my insides
    becoming a raging thunderstorm.

    Soon it starts drizzling
    a word or two,
    gradually swelling into
    a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
    rhymed and unrhymed
    gradually settling as
    sonnets & free verse.

    and then there the calm
    after the rain
    when all I am left with is
    petrichor of poetry.

    ~~

    ‘S’ for Solitude

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong
    And no, it is
    not loneliness,
    just the solitude
    for I am a Poet

    I have to breathe the silence
    dissolved in the air
    that envelops me,
    becoming a shield
    between the world and me

    This solitude
    secretly suffuses
    all its warmth into my soul
    and I wait in its entirety

    as silence gently
    metamorphoses
    into syllables
    into sentences
    into poetry

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong,
    not the separation,
    isolation
    just solitude
    for I am a Poet
    and
    for a poet
    solitude is bliss…

    Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
    All Rights Reserved

    #dreams #love #poet #rain #writing
  18. Chewers by Masticadores @chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com@chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com ·

    5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

    Soulmates

    My heart whispers
    the whispers of your heart
    A steady rhythm
    a love song from the start.

    A slow beat,
    a gasp, conveys
    ur love to me
    in countless ways

    A faster lub-dub,
    when you’re near,
    echoes a thrill,
    so soft, so clear…

    the whispers, the pulses,
    the heart strings
    tied together
    as we exhange rings

    ~~

    Beats per minute

    the silence between two
    heartbeats—
    the pause
    a void
    carved by a black hole

    will the heart beat again?
    it did—
    A tremble…then a thud
    the cosmos stirred

    the heartbeat between two
    silences,
    the pulse
    a lub-dub of stars
    echoing through emptiness

    a gasp of fresh air
    the realisation of life—
    Will the silence
    return again?

    ~~

    Bag of dreams

    I carry a bag of dreams
    that seems light
    to a passerby—
    the way stars seem
    to an onlooker:
    weightless,
    minuscule.
    But in truth
    they are massive—
    scorching,
    beyond reach.
    That is what
    my bag of dreams
    is like—
    light
    as a star.

    ~~

    Petrichor

    Poetry to me is like
    rain is to Earth

    I am a dry barren land
    craving poetic rain
    when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

    I wait calmly
    as my sky fills with
    grey hues of reflection.

    A slow breeze
    tickles my insides
    becoming a raging thunderstorm.

    Soon it starts drizzling
    a word or two,
    gradually swelling into
    a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
    rhymed and unrhymed
    gradually settling as
    sonnets & free verse.

    and then there the calm
    after the rain
    when all I am left with is
    petrichor of poetry.

    ~~

    ‘S’ for Solitude

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong
    And no, it is
    not loneliness,
    just the solitude
    for I am a Poet

    I have to breathe the silence
    dissolved in the air
    that envelops me,
    becoming a shield
    between the world and me

    This solitude
    secretly suffuses
    all its warmth into my soul
    and I wait in its entirety

    as silence gently
    metamorphoses
    into syllables
    into sentences
    into poetry

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong,
    not the separation,
    isolation
    just solitude
    for I am a Poet
    and
    for a poet
    solitude is bliss…

    Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
    All Rights Reserved

    #dreams #love #poet #rain #writing
  19. Chewers by Masticadores @chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com@chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com ·

    5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

    Soulmates

    My heart whispers
    the whispers of your heart
    A steady rhythm
    a love song from the start.

    A slow beat,
    a gasp, conveys
    ur love to me
    in countless ways

    A faster lub-dub,
    when you’re near,
    echoes a thrill,
    so soft, so clear…

    the whispers, the pulses,
    the heart strings
    tied together
    as we exhange rings

    ~~

    Beats per minute

    the silence between two
    heartbeats—
    the pause
    a void
    carved by a black hole

    will the heart beat again?
    it did—
    A tremble…then a thud
    the cosmos stirred

    the heartbeat between two
    silences,
    the pulse
    a lub-dub of stars
    echoing through emptiness

    a gasp of fresh air
    the realisation of life—
    Will the silence
    return again?

    ~~

    Bag of dreams

    I carry a bag of dreams
    that seems light
    to a passerby—
    the way stars seem
    to an onlooker:
    weightless,
    minuscule.
    But in truth
    they are massive—
    scorching,
    beyond reach.
    That is what
    my bag of dreams
    is like—
    light
    as a star.

    ~~

    Petrichor

    Poetry to me is like
    rain is to Earth

    I am a dry barren land
    craving poetic rain
    when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

    I wait calmly
    as my sky fills with
    grey hues of reflection.

    A slow breeze
    tickles my insides
    becoming a raging thunderstorm.

    Soon it starts drizzling
    a word or two,
    gradually swelling into
    a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
    rhymed and unrhymed
    gradually settling as
    sonnets & free verse.

    and then there the calm
    after the rain
    when all I am left with is
    petrichor of poetry.

    ~~

    ‘S’ for Solitude

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong
    And no, it is
    not loneliness,
    just the solitude
    for I am a Poet

    I have to breathe the silence
    dissolved in the air
    that envelops me,
    becoming a shield
    between the world and me

    This solitude
    secretly suffuses
    all its warmth into my soul
    and I wait in its entirety

    as silence gently
    metamorphoses
    into syllables
    into sentences
    into poetry

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong,
    not the separation,
    isolation
    just solitude
    for I am a Poet
    and
    for a poet
    solitude is bliss…

    Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
    All Rights Reserved

    #dreams #love #poet #rain #writing
  20. Chewers by Masticadores @chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com@chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com ·

    5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

    Soulmates

    My heart whispers
    the whispers of your heart
    A steady rhythm
    a love song from the start.

    A slow beat,
    a gasp, conveys
    ur love to me
    in countless ways

    A faster lub-dub,
    when you’re near,
    echoes a thrill,
    so soft, so clear…

    the whispers, the pulses,
    the heart strings
    tied together
    as we exhange rings

    ~~

    Beats per minute

    the silence between two
    heartbeats—
    the pause
    a void
    carved by a black hole

    will the heart beat again?
    it did—
    A tremble…then a thud
    the cosmos stirred

    the heartbeat between two
    silences,
    the pulse
    a lub-dub of stars
    echoing through emptiness

    a gasp of fresh air
    the realisation of life—
    Will the silence
    return again?

    ~~

    Bag of dreams

    I carry a bag of dreams
    that seems light
    to a passerby—
    the way stars seem
    to an onlooker:
    weightless,
    minuscule.
    But in truth
    they are massive—
    scorching,
    beyond reach.
    That is what
    my bag of dreams
    is like—
    light
    as a star.

    ~~

    Petrichor

    Poetry to me is like
    rain is to Earth

    I am a dry barren land
    craving poetic rain
    when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

    I wait calmly
    as my sky fills with
    grey hues of reflection.

    A slow breeze
    tickles my insides
    becoming a raging thunderstorm.

    Soon it starts drizzling
    a word or two,
    gradually swelling into
    a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
    rhymed and unrhymed
    gradually settling as
    sonnets & free verse.

    and then there the calm
    after the rain
    when all I am left with is
    petrichor of poetry.

    ~~

    ‘S’ for Solitude

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong
    And no, it is
    not loneliness,
    just the solitude
    for I am a Poet

    I have to breathe the silence
    dissolved in the air
    that envelops me,
    becoming a shield
    between the world and me

    This solitude
    secretly suffuses
    all its warmth into my soul
    and I wait in its entirety

    as silence gently
    metamorphoses
    into syllables
    into sentences
    into poetry

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong,
    not the separation,
    isolation
    just solitude
    for I am a Poet
    and
    for a poet
    solitude is bliss…

    Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
    All Rights Reserved

    #dreams #love #poet #rain #writing
  21. Chewers by Masticadores @chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com@chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com ·

    5 Poems by Neha Singh Soni

    Soulmates

    My heart whispers
    the whispers of your heart
    A steady rhythm
    a love song from the start.

    A slow beat,
    a gasp, conveys
    ur love to me
    in countless ways

    A faster lub-dub,
    when you’re near,
    echoes a thrill,
    so soft, so clear…

    the whispers, the pulses,
    the heart strings
    tied together
    as we exhange rings

    ~~

    Beats per minute

    the silence between two
    heartbeats—
    the pause
    a void
    carved by a black hole

    will the heart beat again?
    it did—
    A tremble…then a thud
    the cosmos stirred

    the heartbeat between two
    silences,
    the pulse
    a lub-dub of stars
    echoing through emptiness

    a gasp of fresh air
    the realisation of life—
    Will the silence
    return again?

    ~~

    Bag of dreams

    I carry a bag of dreams
    that seems light
    to a passerby—
    the way stars seem
    to an onlooker:
    weightless,
    minuscule.
    But in truth
    they are massive—
    scorching,
    beyond reach.
    That is what
    my bag of dreams
    is like—
    light
    as a star.

    ~~

    Petrichor

    Poetry to me is like
    rain is to Earth

    I am a dry barren land
    craving poetic rain
    when suddenly cloudy thoughts begin to float all around.

    I wait calmly
    as my sky fills with
    grey hues of reflection.

    A slow breeze
    tickles my insides
    becoming a raging thunderstorm.

    Soon it starts drizzling
    a word or two,
    gradually swelling into
    a heavy shower of sentences, stanzas,
    rhymed and unrhymed
    gradually settling as
    sonnets & free verse.

    and then there the calm
    after the rain
    when all I am left with is
    petrichor of poetry.

    ~~

    ‘S’ for Solitude

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong
    And no, it is
    not loneliness,
    just the solitude
    for I am a Poet

    I have to breathe the silence
    dissolved in the air
    that envelops me,
    becoming a shield
    between the world and me

    This solitude
    secretly suffuses
    all its warmth into my soul
    and I wait in its entirety

    as silence gently
    metamorphoses
    into syllables
    into sentences
    into poetry

    It’s the solitude
    where I belong,
    not the separation,
    isolation
    just solitude
    for I am a Poet
    and
    for a poet
    solitude is bliss…

    Copyright © 2026 Neha Singh Soni
    All Rights Reserved

    #dreams #love #poet #rain #writing
  22. 💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

    Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

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    #activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

  23. 💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

    Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

    👉 Learn more: seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-t

    #activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

  24. 💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

    Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

    👉 Learn more: seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-t

    #activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

  25. 💁🏻‍♀️ NEW: 🌹🎨 An animated short from #MoMA's Once Upon an Artwork series, directed by Shadab Shayegan, explores a dream world inspired by Leonora Carrington's 1953 #painting And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.

    Through imaginative #play, the #film introduces young viewers to Carrington's surreal universe of mythical #creatures and magical transformations.

    👉 Learn more: seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-t

    #activities #animals #animation #art #dogs #dreams #exploration #flowers #imagination #kids #magic #minotaur #museum #surrealism #symbols #mythology #education #tksst #video

  26. kayes chronicles @kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com@kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com ·

    The Lighthouse Capitalism Stole

    A Lighthouse at the Edge of My Dreams There is a place my heart endlessly longs for—a place where time slows down and the soul can finally breathe. I yearn to leave behind the relentless noise of the city, a place where life has become so mechanical that even emotions seem scheduled. Everyone is rushing somewhere. No one has the luxury of pausing, not even to grieve or admit that they are exhausted. They simply keep running. The choking grip of carbon, the endless chorus of blaring […]

    kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.c

  27. O medo angustia a alma

    O medo angustia a alma

    Adiando o sucesso de hoje
    Desejos no papel são só desejos
    Luz fraca no caminho.

    Carlos de Campos

    Toda as traduções são feitas pela IA

    -----

    🇺🇸 Inglês

    Fear Torments the Soul

    Postponing today's success
    Desires on paper are only desires
    A faint light along the way.

    Carlos de Campos

    All translations are made by AI.

    ---

    🇪🇸 Espanhol

    El miedo angustia el alma

    Posponiendo el éxito de hoy
    Los deseos en el papel son solo deseos
    Una luz tenue en el camino.

    Carlos de Campos

    Todas las traducciones son realizadas por IA.

    ---

    🇮🇳 Hindi

    भय आत्मा को व्याकुल करता है

    आज की सफलता को टालते हुए
    कागज़ पर लिखी इच्छाएँ बस इच्छाएँ हैं
    राह में मंद रोशनी।

    Carlos de Campos

    सभी अनुवाद AI द्वारा किए गए हैं।

    ---

    🇨🇳 Chinês simplificado

    恐惧使灵魂焦虑

    推迟今天的成功
    纸上的愿望终究只是愿望
    路上微弱的光。

    Carlos de Campos

    所有翻译均由人工智能完成。

    ---

    🇮🇩 Indonésio

    Ketakutan Menggelisahkan Jiwa

    Menunda keberhasilan hari ini
    Keinginan di atas kertas hanyalah keinginan
    Cahaya redup di jalan.

    Carlos de Campos

    Semua terjemahan dibuat oleh AI.

    ---

    🇷🇺 Russo

    Страх тревожит душу

    Откладывая сегодняшний успех
    Желания на бумаге — лишь желания
    Слабый свет на пути.

    Carlos de Campos

    Все переводы выполнены с помощью ИИ.

    ---



    Avalie isto:

    #alma #amor #angústia #anguish #angustia #ansiedad #ansiedade #anxiety #autoconhecimento #autoconocimiento #असततववदकवत #आतमजञन #आतम #इचछए #कवत #चतन #चतनशलकवत #चत #छटकवत #टलमटल #नयनतमकवत #पएटरकस #परकश #पररण #बरजलयईकवत #बरजलयईसहतय #भय #मरग #मलककवत #वयकलत #सपन #सफलत #समकलनकवत #सहतय #éxito #Brasil #BrazilianLiterature #brazilianPoetry #cahaya #caminho #camino #CarlosDeCampos #contemporaryPoetry #灵魂 #焦虑 #痛苦 #短诗 #desejos #deseos #desires #Dreams #авторскаяпоэзия #бразильскаялитература #бразильскаяпоэзия #душа #желания #короткоестихотворение #литература #мечты #минималистскаяпоэзия #мотивация #поэзия #поэтрикс #прокрастинация #путь #existentialPoetry #道路 #自我认知 #诗 #诗歌 #诗歌三行诗 #fear #homem #jalan #jiwa #kecemasan #kegelisahan #keinginan #kesuksesan #ketakutan #light #literatura #literaturaBrasileña #literaturaBrasileira #literature #luz #medo #MemóriaEPoesia #miedo #mimpi #minimalistPoetry #motivação #motivación #motivasi #motivation #Mulher #Mundo #размышление #рефлексивнаяпоэзия #самопознание #свет #современнаяпоэзия #стихотворение #страх #тоска #тревога #успех #экзистенциальнаяпоэзия #originalPoetry #path #pengenalanDiri #penundaan #poem #poema #poemaCorto #poemaCurto #poesía #poesíaBrasileña #poesíaContemporánea #poesíaExistencial #poesíaMinimalista #poesíaOriginal #poesíaReflexiva #poesia #poesiaAutoral #poesiaBrasileira #PoesiaContemporânea #PoesiaExistencial #PoesiaGeral #PoesiaMinimalista #poesiaReflexiva #Poetrix #Poetry #procrastinação #procrastinación #procrastination #puisi #puisiBrasil #puisiEksistensial #puisiKontemporer #puisiMinimalis #puisiOrisinal #puisiPendek #puisiReflektif #Reflection #reflectivePoetry #refleksi #reflexão #reflexión #sajak #sastra #sastraBrasil #selfKnowledge #shortPoem #sonhos #soul #Success #sucesso #sueños #光 #动力 #原创诗歌 #反思 #哲理诗 #存在主义诗歌 #巴西诗歌 #巴西文学 #当代诗歌 #恐惧 #成功 #拖延 #文学 #极简诗歌 #梦想 #欲望
  28. O medo angustia a alma

    O medo angustia a alma

    Adiando o sucesso de hoje
    Desejos no papel são só desejos
    Luz fraca no caminho.

    Carlos de Campos

    Toda as traduções são feitas pela IA

    -----

    🇺🇸 Inglês

    Fear Torments the Soul

    Postponing today's success
    Desires on paper are only desires
    A faint light along the way.

    Carlos de Campos

    All translations are made by AI.

    ---

    🇪🇸 Espanhol

    El miedo angustia el alma

    Posponiendo el éxito de hoy
    Los deseos en el papel son solo deseos
    Una luz tenue en el camino.

    Carlos de Campos

    Todas las traducciones son realizadas por IA.

    ---

    🇮🇳 Hindi

    भय आत्मा को व्याकुल करता है

    आज की सफलता को टालते हुए
    कागज़ पर लिखी इच्छाएँ बस इच्छाएँ हैं
    राह में मंद रोशनी।

    Carlos de Campos

    सभी अनुवाद AI द्वारा किए गए हैं।

    ---

    🇨🇳 Chinês simplificado

    恐惧使灵魂焦虑

    推迟今天的成功
    纸上的愿望终究只是愿望
    路上微弱的光。

    Carlos de Campos

    所有翻译均由人工智能完成。

    ---

    🇮🇩 Indonésio

    Ketakutan Menggelisahkan Jiwa

    Menunda keberhasilan hari ini
    Keinginan di atas kertas hanyalah keinginan
    Cahaya redup di jalan.

    Carlos de Campos

    Semua terjemahan dibuat oleh AI.

    ---

    🇷🇺 Russo

    Страх тревожит душу

    Откладывая сегодняшний успех
    Желания на бумаге — лишь желания
    Слабый свет на пути.

    Carlos de Campos

    Все переводы выполнены с помощью ИИ.

    ---



    Avalie isto:

    #alma #amor #angústia #anguish #angustia #ansiedad #ansiedade #anxiety #autoconhecimento #autoconocimiento #असततववदकवत #आतमजञन #आतम #इचछए #कवत #चतन #चतनशलकवत #चत #छटकवत #टलमटल #नयनतमकवत #पएटरकस #परकश #पररण #बरजलयईकवत #बरजलयईसहतय #भय #मरग #मलककवत #वयकलत #सपन #सफलत #समकलनकवत #सहतय #éxito #Brasil #BrazilianLiterature #brazilianPoetry #cahaya #caminho #camino #CarlosDeCampos #contemporaryPoetry #灵魂 #焦虑 #痛苦 #短诗 #desejos #deseos #desires #Dreams #авторскаяпоэзия #бразильскаялитература #бразильскаяпоэзия #душа #желания #короткоестихотворение #литература #мечты #минималистскаяпоэзия #мотивация #поэзия #поэтрикс #прокрастинация #путь #existentialPoetry #道路 #自我认知 #诗 #诗歌 #诗歌三行诗 #fear #homem #jalan #jiwa #kecemasan #kegelisahan #keinginan #kesuksesan #ketakutan #light #literatura #literaturaBrasileña #literaturaBrasileira #literature #luz #medo #MemóriaEPoesia #miedo #mimpi #minimalistPoetry #motivação #motivación #motivasi #motivation #Mulher #Mundo #размышление #рефлексивнаяпоэзия #самопознание #свет #современнаяпоэзия #стихотворение #страх #тоска #тревога #успех #экзистенциальнаяпоэзия #originalPoetry #path #pengenalanDiri #penundaan #poem #poema #poemaCorto #poemaCurto #poesía #poesíaBrasileña #poesíaContemporánea #poesíaExistencial #poesíaMinimalista #poesíaOriginal #poesíaReflexiva #poesia #poesiaAutoral #poesiaBrasileira #PoesiaContemporânea #PoesiaExistencial #PoesiaGeral #PoesiaMinimalista #poesiaReflexiva #Poetrix #Poetry #procrastinação #procrastinación #procrastination #puisi #puisiBrasil #puisiEksistensial #puisiKontemporer #puisiMinimalis #puisiOrisinal #puisiPendek #puisiReflektif #Reflection #reflectivePoetry #refleksi #reflexão #reflexión #sajak #sastra #sastraBrasil #selfKnowledge #shortPoem #sonhos #soul #Success #sucesso #sueños #光 #动力 #原创诗歌 #反思 #哲理诗 #存在主义诗歌 #巴西诗歌 #巴西文学 #当代诗歌 #恐惧 #成功 #拖延 #文学 #极简诗歌 #梦想 #欲望
  29. O medo angustia a alma

    O medo angustia a alma

    Adiando o sucesso de hoje
    Desejos no papel são só desejos
    Luz fraca no caminho.

    Carlos de Campos

    Toda as traduções são feitas pela IA

    -----

    🇺🇸 Inglês

    Fear Torments the Soul

    Postponing today's success
    Desires on paper are only desires
    A faint light along the way.

    Carlos de Campos

    All translations are made by AI.

    ---

    🇪🇸 Espanhol

    El miedo angustia el alma

    Posponiendo el éxito de hoy
    Los deseos en el papel son solo deseos
    Una luz tenue en el camino.

    Carlos de Campos

    Todas las traducciones son realizadas por IA.

    ---

    🇮🇳 Hindi

    भय आत्मा को व्याकुल करता है

    आज की सफलता को टालते हुए
    कागज़ पर लिखी इच्छाएँ बस इच्छाएँ हैं
    राह में मंद रोशनी।

    Carlos de Campos

    सभी अनुवाद AI द्वारा किए गए हैं।

    ---

    🇨🇳 Chinês simplificado

    恐惧使灵魂焦虑

    推迟今天的成功
    纸上的愿望终究只是愿望
    路上微弱的光。

    Carlos de Campos

    所有翻译均由人工智能完成。

    ---

    🇮🇩 Indonésio

    Ketakutan Menggelisahkan Jiwa

    Menunda keberhasilan hari ini
    Keinginan di atas kertas hanyalah keinginan
    Cahaya redup di jalan.

    Carlos de Campos

    Semua terjemahan dibuat oleh AI.

    ---

    🇷🇺 Russo

    Страх тревожит душу

    Откладывая сегодняшний успех
    Желания на бумаге — лишь желания
    Слабый свет на пути.

    Carlos de Campos

    Все переводы выполнены с помощью ИИ.

    ---



    Avalie isto:

    #alma #amor #angústia #anguish #angustia #ansiedad #ansiedade #anxiety #autoconhecimento #autoconocimiento #असततववदकवत #आतमजञन #आतम #इचछए #कवत #चतन #चतनशलकवत #चत #छटकवत #टलमटल #नयनतमकवत #पएटरकस #परकश #पररण #बरजलयईकवत #बरजलयईसहतय #भय #मरग #मलककवत #वयकलत #सपन #सफलत #समकलनकवत #सहतय #éxito #Brasil #BrazilianLiterature #brazilianPoetry #cahaya #caminho #camino #CarlosDeCampos #contemporaryPoetry #灵魂 #焦虑 #痛苦 #短诗 #desejos #deseos #desires #Dreams #авторскаяпоэзия #бразильскаялитература #бразильскаяпоэзия #душа #желания #короткоестихотворение #литература #мечты #минималистскаяпоэзия #мотивация #поэзия #поэтрикс #прокрастинация #путь #existentialPoetry #道路 #自我认知 #诗 #诗歌 #诗歌三行诗 #fear #homem #jalan #jiwa #kecemasan #kegelisahan #keinginan #kesuksesan #ketakutan #light #literatura #literaturaBrasileña #literaturaBrasileira #literature #luz #medo #MemóriaEPoesia #miedo #mimpi #minimalistPoetry #motivação #motivación #motivasi #motivation #Mulher #Mundo #размышление #рефлексивнаяпоэзия #самопознание #свет #современнаяпоэзия #стихотворение #страх #тоска #тревога #успех #экзистенциальнаяпоэзия #originalPoetry #path #pengenalanDiri #penundaan #poem #poema #poemaCorto #poemaCurto #poesía #poesíaBrasileña #poesíaContemporánea #poesíaExistencial #poesíaMinimalista #poesíaOriginal #poesíaReflexiva #poesia #poesiaAutoral #poesiaBrasileira #PoesiaContemporânea #PoesiaExistencial #PoesiaGeral #PoesiaMinimalista #poesiaReflexiva #Poetrix #Poetry #procrastinação #procrastinación #procrastination #puisi #puisiBrasil #puisiEksistensial #puisiKontemporer #puisiMinimalis #puisiOrisinal #puisiPendek #puisiReflektif #Reflection #reflectivePoetry #refleksi #reflexão #reflexión #sajak #sastra #sastraBrasil #selfKnowledge #shortPoem #sonhos #soul #Success #sucesso #sueños #光 #动力 #原创诗歌 #反思 #哲理诗 #存在主义诗歌 #巴西诗歌 #巴西文学 #当代诗歌 #恐惧 #成功 #拖延 #文学 #极简诗歌 #梦想 #欲望
  30. O medo angustia a alma

    O medo angustia a alma

    Adiando o sucesso de hoje
    Desejos no papel são só desejos
    Luz fraca no caminho.

    Carlos de Campos

    Toda as traduções são feitas pela IA

    -----

    🇺🇸 Inglês

    Fear Torments the Soul

    Postponing today's success
    Desires on paper are only desires
    A faint light along the way.

    Carlos de Campos

    All translations are made by AI.

    ---

    🇪🇸 Espanhol

    El miedo angustia el alma

    Posponiendo el éxito de hoy
    Los deseos en el papel son solo deseos
    Una luz tenue en el camino.

    Carlos de Campos

    Todas las traducciones son realizadas por IA.

    ---

    🇮🇳 Hindi

    भय आत्मा को व्याकुल करता है

    आज की सफलता को टालते हुए
    कागज़ पर लिखी इच्छाएँ बस इच्छाएँ हैं
    राह में मंद रोशनी।

    Carlos de Campos

    सभी अनुवाद AI द्वारा किए गए हैं।

    ---

    🇨🇳 Chinês simplificado

    恐惧使灵魂焦虑

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    纸上的愿望终究只是愿望
    路上微弱的光。

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    🇮🇩 Indonésio

    Ketakutan Menggelisahkan Jiwa

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    Keinginan di atas kertas hanyalah keinginan
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    🇷🇺 Russo

    Страх тревожит душу

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    Желания на бумаге — лишь желания
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