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An oil painting inspired by Mahmoud Darwish's poem "The Death of The Phoenix". https://www.instagram.com/galaxy.janna?hl=en

This is our Neoteric Year Always keep Cheer Willpower is like a Gear Free from Fear Get rid of Drear Keep blissful without Tear Sometimes life seems to be Deceptive And sometimes may be Defective Everything depends upon our Perspective Always have the attitude of Receptive Whatever happens Be Incentive When you Fail Store your experience in the mind as a Fie Analyze the mistakes for a While Amend peculiar Style To create a exalted Profile Be Industrious and work with Guile Whatever happens hold your fabulous Smile.

They will come back, I promise to you. You just have to let them find you back. https://www.instagram.com/dejectedduplicate Glare at yourself. Smile unsurely. Count your breaths. Wherever you may be, call it "now". Treat him as a guest. Invite him into your house, greet them at the door. Pour out drinks and re-tell tales of days past. Call his name in a crowd: "Now!" "Now!" "Now!" He'll listen back, retracing his footprints back to you. Be vulnerable with him, that's what he wants to hear. Love his presence so much you'll never want to leave. Grip and take his right hand, hold on for dear life. Display him like a weathered trophy on the glass shelf. Call him nicknames like; "a prize for making it out alive". And when he ceases to stay still, hesitate but let him leave. For you now know: To never doubt if you had lost him, You just have to allow him to find you back.

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Based on my experience during the COVID-19 pandemic. One beautiful March morning, But day for us looked different. Something wasn't feel the same There is panic buying There is fear,sickness Yes there is even death, The world was getting ill. Some say this is end of the world. What if these rumor's are true? 1 saw people praying today At the temple, gurdwara, mosque, church even at their homes. Pandemic were taking lives, Doctors were saving lives. So, we pray and we remember, Even if people were dying Even if people were distressing But even in this bad situation We can see good in them, Coming as a rebirth of Humanity.

This poem is about an old aged friend with immense experience of life but a little knowledge of the modern technology. had a friend once, a bit old and a bit dunce one, we talked endlessly, we walked nonsensally, he had experience, i had knowledge, we exchanged, he wanted to learn something, i wanted to teach them, he was gullible, i was fallible, he knew the world, i wanted to learn too, he wanted to know tech. i wanted to teach too, but, it never happened, he never learned them, i never taught them, he never told. i never asked. that he was sick, that i was a prick, he died one day, but i die everyday, had a friend once, a bit old and a bit dunce one.

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