#dreams — Public Fediverse posts

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

36 years
until i can afford the car
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36 years
until i can afford the car
https://bandcamp-dream-counter.lovable.app/
#dreams #goal #porsche #music #buyone

36 years
until i can afford the car
https://bandcamp-dream-counter.lovable.app/
#dreams #goal #porsche #music #buyone

36 years
until i can afford the car
https://bandcamp-dream-counter.lovable.app/
#dreams #goal #porsche #music #buyone

36 years
until i can afford the car
https://bandcamp-dream-counter.lovable.app/
#dreams #goal #porsche #music #buyone

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.
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#dreams

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.
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#dreams

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.
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#dreams

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.
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#dreams

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.
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#dreams

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,
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#dreams

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,
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#dreams

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,
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#dreams

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,
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#dreams

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,
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#dreams

~50% of people have had dreams about snakes... are you one of them?!

For more #FunFacts about snakes, check out this week's #podcast episode in honor of the #constellation #Serpens: https://starrytimepodcast.podbean.com/e/asterism-snakes-creature-corner/

📷 : https://www.iflscience.com/these-are-the-most-common-dreams-according-to-google-data-66501

#dreams #snakes #CreatureCorner #animals

~50% of people have had dreams about snakes... are you one of them?!

For more #FunFacts about snakes, check out this week's #podcast episode in honor of the #constellation #Serpens: https://starrytimepodcast.podbean.com/e/asterism-snakes-creature-corner/

📷 : https://www.iflscience.com/these-are-the-most-common-dreams-according-to-google-data-66501

#dreams #snakes #CreatureCorner #animals

~50% of people have had dreams about snakes... are you one of them?!

For more #FunFacts about snakes, check out this week's #podcast episode in honor of the #constellation #Serpens: https://starrytimepodcast.podbean.com/e/asterism-snakes-creature-corner/

📷 : https://www.iflscience.com/these-are-the-most-common-dreams-according-to-google-data-66501

#dreams #snakes #CreatureCorner #animals

~50% of people have had dreams about snakes... are you one of them?!

For more #FunFacts about snakes, check out this week's #podcast episode in honor of the #constellation #Serpens: https://starrytimepodcast.podbean.com/e/asterism-snakes-creature-corner/

📷 : https://www.iflscience.com/these-are-the-most-common-dreams-according-to-google-data-66501

#dreams #snakes #CreatureCorner #animals

~50% of people have had dreams about snakes... are you one of them?!

For more #FunFacts about snakes, check out this week's #podcast episode in honor of the #constellation #Serpens: https://starrytimepodcast.podbean.com/e/asterism-snakes-creature-corner/

📷 : https://www.iflscience.com/these-are-the-most-common-dreams-according-to-google-data-66501

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For The Love Of DreamState
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For The Love Of DreamState

For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
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For The Love Of DreamState

For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
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For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
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For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
https://muz4now.com/web-stories/get-ready-for-the-final-blast-of-dreamstate-art

For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
https://muz4now.com/web-stories/get-ready-for-the-final-blast-of-dreamstate-art

For The Love Of DreamState
#creativity #dreams #inspiration #webstories
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50 States of Harmony

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.

50 States of Harmony

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.

50 States of Harmony

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.

50 States of Harmony

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.

50 States of Harmony

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.

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

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

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

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

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

City Blossoms Empowers Students Through Urban Gardening – NBC4 Washington https://www.allforgardening.com/1935754/city-blossoms-empowers-students-through-urban-gardening-nbc4-washington/ #CapitalAreaFoodBank #change #CityBlossoms #control #DC #Dreams #FarmersMarkets #food #FoodAccess #FoodDrink #garden #GardeningWashington #gardens #georgia #GirlScouts #greenhouse #Health #idea #MightyGreens #Money #one #organization #PerkinsBroussardIn #produce #Schedules #SoccerPractice #Something #space #Spaces #stuff #tools #washington #World #YouthProgram

💁🏻‍♀️ 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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💁🏻‍♀️ 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: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

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

'Elements' by Keng
oil paint on canvas
available; msg me if interested

#artist #artists #artwork #artfinder #artmarket #painting #paintings #surreal #surrealism #artnet #artlover #artlovers #mastoart #artforsale #artstodon #artistsonmastodon #nature #naturelover #naturelovers #abstractart #dream #dreams

💁🏻‍♀️ 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: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

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

💁🏻‍♀️ 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: https://seethis.tv/post/the-dream-of-the-magical-rose-moma-once-upon-an-artwork

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

The Lighthouse Capitalism Stole

https://kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com/2026/07/29/the-lighthouse-capitalism-stole/

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

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🇺🇸 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.

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 🇪🇸 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.

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Avalie isto:

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:

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:

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.

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Avalie isto: