The Wordsmith Journal

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku Quiet Tides of Time Time is the silent current that carries us all whether we are ready or not. It does not knock, nor pause; it flows forward, relentless and indifferent. Moments slip quietly through our fingers, and before we realize it, the people we loved, the places we cherished, and the versions of ourselves we once knew become echoes. We try to hold on: freezing time with photographs, stretching it with routine, marking its rhythm with birthdays and anniversaries. But time always catches up, gently reminding us that everything is temporary, and nothing stays the same for long. As we grow older, time seems to move faster. The years begin to blur weeks melt into months, months vanish into years. 2020 feels like five years ago , yet also like yesterday. Responsibilities mount. The carefree nights of playing Valorant, laughing on Discord, and binge-watching films with friends now live only in memory. That season has passed, an...

By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku Born in a Digital Age, Raised by Old Souls We’re Gen Z they say we swipe more than we speak. That we want everything instantly love, fame, money, validation. But not all of us fit that mold. Some of us crave stillness over scrolls. Some of us believe in earned respect over loud attention. I never learned how to chase trends. But I did learn how to press a shirt properly, how to write letters in cursive, how to look a person in the eye when speaking truth, and how to build legacies without screaming about them online. The Mindset They Don’t Teach You in College An old money mindset isn’t about having wealth it’s about how you carry yourself when you don’t. It’s not about labels; it’s about grace. It’s about quality over quantity, discipline over display, and elegance in silence. I don't wear my dreams on my sleeve I stitch them quietly into my days. Whether it’s running PIXELLOOM or envisioning Elysara’s luxury cake halls,...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku Not Just a Job, It’s a Ritual For many, work is a burden. For me it’s my temple . The screen, the sketch, the strategy they’re not just tasks. They are prayers. Each line of code, each campaign brief, every design they’re incense in my everyday devotion. I don’t chase weekends. I chase impact. Because even on days I feel nothing, work gives me a reason to feel something. The Discipline That Saved Me You ask what kept me going when life was falling apart? Not people. Not promises. Just routine. Just the grind. Just the calendar I filled so I wouldn't fall. PIXELLOOM wasn’t built in a moment of motivation. It was built in the quiet hours when no one believed in it except me. Elysara didn’t bloom from luxury. It bloomed from hunger. And heartbreak. Sometimes, My Laptop Feels Like God Not in a blasphemous way. But in a way that it listens. It doesn’t interrupt me. It doesn't misunderstand...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku = Not Every Phase Is Loud There was a time I answered every question, argued every doubt, and chased every ‘why’. But something shifted. Not suddenly, not dramatically. Quietly. I started speaking less, and understanding more. Started staying in rooms where silence sat beside me like an old friend. And you know what? That’s where I found growth. Not in the noise, but in the nothing. People Call It Isolation But It’s Introspection They say I’ve changed. That I don’t talk the way I used to. I just smile. Let them say it. Because they don’t know the storm I survived just to sit in this silence. They don’t know that my quiet is not loneliness it’s self-respect. It’s choosing peace over participation. It’s the voice inside me that whispers, "You don’t have to prove anything to anyone anymore." Work Became My Prayer There are days when I feel nothing if I'm not working. Because work doesn’t betray you....

  By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku In a world that moves faster than our minds can follow where deadlines scream louder than dreams, and silence is often mistaken for emptiness there exists something sacred: The moments between the chaos. They’re fleeting. Subtle. Easily missed. But they don’t just deserve your attention They need it. The Stillness That Saves There’s a kind of stillness that has nothing to do with silence, and everything to do with pause . It’s that warm sip of coffee before diving into the day. It’s those few seconds you glance at the sky while the rest of the world stares down at their screens. It’s the unexpected smile from a stranger. The song you didn’t even realize you were humming. The breath you finally release after hours of holding it in. These moments don’t save time. They save us. Between Hustle and Burnout We glorify hustle like it’s a religion. We wear exhaustion like a badge of honour. But somewhere between ambition ...

By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku The Calm After Too Many Storms There was a time when every little thing used to sting—missed calls, unmet hopes, delayed replies, silent rooms. I felt everything. A little too deeply. I held on, waited, expected, broke, and still hoped. But something changed. Slowly, silently. Not overnight, not dramatically. One day I just stopped reacting. Now, things don’t hit like they used to. I don’t feel angry. Not heartbroken. Not even surprised. I just feel… nothing. And while that sounds like peace—it also feels like emptiness dressed in silence. But maybe that’s how healing begins, with quiet detachment. With finally understanding not everyone deserves you, your energy is unique. although you feel empty from within, with time that emptiness becomes calmness, you learn that letting go isn’t giving up but choosing your peace over everything else. The Death of Expectation At some point, you stop expecting people to show up the way you once ...

By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidd en Haiku Life is made of choices—some we celebrate, others we carry quietly. our life is the sum of our choices , the decisions we make shapes our life, no matter how big or small the decision may look like, can lead to something big, influencing our relations, career and future. Isn't it scary how the choices you make in life no matter how insignificant they might seem can create such impacts. The truth is, every decision we make—whether by action or inaction—shapes our path. Owning those choices isn’t about self-blame; it’s about Accountability. When we stop hiding behind excuses and start taking responsibility, we reclaim control over our lives. Ever looked back at a decision and thought,  " Why did I do that? " It maybe related to your relations, career path or even something as small as your food preferences , or “why did I skip the gym?” we have all been there and as uncomfortable as it sounds we made those decisions. Thes...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku College is often portrayed as a time to build lifelong friendships, but in reality, it can be a place where trust is tested, and betrayal is an unwelcome guest. As a 20-year-old navigating the challenges of college life, I’ve learned that building meaningful friendships isn’t about having dozens of people in your life—it’s about having a few who genuinely care and support you through the highs and lows. The Pressure of Quantity: The Illusion of Popularity When I first arrived at college, I thought that the more people I knew, the better. I wanted to be the guy who was always surrounded by a crowd, the one with countless friends and connections. It seemed like that’s what everyone else was doing—trying to build their "social circle," stacking up friends like trophies. It felt like the more people you had, the more validation you would get. But after some time, I realized that this wasn’t the path to true fulfillment. In fact, ...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku The Poet Who Lives Between Lines They often ask me, “How does it feel to write like that?” And I never know how to explain that it doesn’t feel like writing— It feels like bleeding. Quietly. I’m 20 now. Old enough to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. Young enough to still believe that words can heal. I write not because I want to, but because I have to. My poetry doesn’t arrive with grand entrances or orchestras. It slips in like a midnight ache, a whisper only I can hear. And I know that if I don’t let it out, it’ll eat me from the inside. That’s what being a poet feels like—constantly translating pain into beauty. “Unwritten Goodbye” – A Name, A Feeling My blog isn't just a corner of the internet. It's a confession booth. Every poem I write here is a goodbye I never got to say. To people. To versions of me. To moments that stayed longer in my head than they did in reality. Unwritten Goodbye isn’t ju...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku children, haven't we all wondered about growing up and becoming adults? We dreamed of having unlimited freedom, doing whatever we pleased with no one to stop us—especially during those moments when our parents scolded us or restricted us from doing something. We'd imagine that adulthood meant complete freedom from restrictions. " I can't wait to grow up " I used to mutter beneath my breath. How wrong we were. Adulthood brings even more restrictions through responsibilities. We become confined by our own lives, constantly thinking about the future, feeling overwhelmed, always chasing something—whether it's building a career or maintaining relationships. The responsibilities seem endless. Instead of feeling free as we imagined, we find ourselves in servitude to our responsibilities, overthinking about the future. We often have to abandon our childhood dreams, ambitions, and even certain goals as we get ensn...

  By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku The Comfort We Crave, The Cost We Ignore Haven’t we all been taught that taking risks is unnecessary—that it’s reckless, irresponsible, even dangerous? From a young age, we’re conditioned to follow the safe path: choose stability over uncertainty, stick to what we know, and avoid anything that could lead to failure or discomfort. We spend most of our lives yearning for comfort—familiarity, predictability, security. And while there is peace in constancy, there is also a silent cost: the goals we put on hold, the chances we do not take, the potential we do not realize. The truth is that all great tales, all discoveries, begin with a risk. We begin to associate risk with loss, rather than possibility. We’re told to color within the lines, not realizing that the most vibrant parts of life often exist beyond them. Yes, comfort feels good. There’s a kind of peace in knowing what tomorrow looks like Same roads, same people, same though...

 By The Wordsmith journal & The Hidden Haiku There’s something poetic about getting lost. About not knowing where the next turn will lead. About stepping into the unknown with nothing but the rhythm of your own heartbeat guiding you. Sometimes, life is best lived without a map. From childhood, we are told to plan. Every step, every move, every decision—calculated, measured, controlled. “Have a roadmap,” they say. “Follow the plan,” they insist. But what if the best moments in life aren’t the ones we meticulously chart? What if the magic lies in the detours, the unexpected turns, the wild, unplanned adventures? The Beauty of the Unscripted Think about it—some of the most unforgettable moments in life are the ones we never saw coming. The late-night drive that turned into a road trip. The random conversation with a stranger that shifted your perspective. The accidental detour that led to the best view of your life. The best things often happen when we aren’t looking for them,...

 By The Wordsmith Journal & The Hidden Haiku Turning 20 is a strange phase in life. You’re old enough to know what love feels like, but still young enough to believe in the kind of love that never leaves. It’s a time when emotions are raw, expectations are high, and heartbreaks hit the hardest. The Innocence of Love At this age, love is pure. It’s not about money, status, or settling down. It’s about late-night conversations, stolen glances, and making promises that feel eternal. A boy at 20 loves deeply, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He gives his heart without second thoughts, believing that love will be enough to keep two people together. But life isn’t a fairytale. And love? Love is often met with betrayal, misunderstandings, or worst of all—disrespect. When Love is Taken for Granted Many boys at this age experience the painful reality of loving someone who doesn’t value them the same way. It’s not about blaming an entire gender, but the truth is, man...

 by wordsmith journal and Hidden Haiku A utopia is a society that is perfect in every way—free from suffering, inequality, injustice, and conflict. It is an ideal world where harmony, prosperity, and happiness are universal, and every individual lives in complete fulfillment. Imagine a world where humanity is free from problems like starvation, poverty, and hardship. Utopia has been thought about by philosophers, scientists and thinkers throughout history as it remains one of the biggest paradox, an impossible dream yet we look forward to it, perhaps because it reminds us of one of the greatest human strength HOPE. An unattainable world The idea of a utopian society rests on the belief that perfection is attainable—a world where everyone is equal, happy, and free from conflict. Yet the very pursuit of this perfection often leads to unintended consequences that make true utopia impossible. According to Plato, the key factor for utopia is justice—a guiding principle for a per...

  by Hidden Haiku & The Wordsmith Journal There is an unspoken weight that perfection carries—a silent demand to be flawless, untouchable, and always enough. We spend our lives trying to smooth out the rough edges, to fit into molds carved by expectations, to silence the voice in our heads that whispers, "You are not enough." But who decides what enough looks like? The Beauty in Broken Things Have you ever held an old, worn-out book—the pages yellowed, the spine cracked, the words slightly faded? And yet, within those imperfect pages, stories breathe, emotions live, and memories rest. If a book were untouched, pristine, and never opened, would it truly hold meaning? Life is the same. We are not meant to remain untouched, flawless, or unbroken. Our scars, our mistakes, our moments of vulnerability—these are not signs of failure; they are evidence that we have lived, that we have felt deeply, that we have dared to embrace life with open arms. The cracks in a soul don’...

 By The Wordsmith Journal & Hidden Haiku In our fast-paced world, we often find ourselves trapped in the relentless cycle of wake-work-sleep that slowly drains our creativity and enthusiasm. Days begin to blur together, and we become so detached from the present that we sometimes don’t even know the current day or date . Such repetitive routine also dulls our cognitive ability leading to mental stagnation. As humans we are meant to gain new experiences, to be creative, explore and be social. So, we often seek to take break from everything that goes in our life, escape from work, stressful routines, just to relax and refresh our minds. Travel disrupts our routine in the most beautiful way possible. Suddenly, the autopilot switch that guides you through familiar streets and routines is turned off. We venture out to discover the unknown, unknown people, different landscapes and in doing so, we gain new perspectives on life, breathing fresh air into our same old routine liv...

By Wordsmith Journal & Hidden haiku In the human connection, we often speak of finding "home" in other people. It's a poetic notion—this idea that in someone's arms, laughter, or quiet presence, we might discover the safety and belonging we've been seeking all along. But there's a delicate dance between beautiful truth and seductive delusion in how we forge these human homes. The Delusion of Complete Understanding Perhaps the most pervasive illusion in our relationships is the belief that we truly know another person. We collect their stories, memorize their preferences, witness their patterns, and then construct an internal model we mistake for the whole. "I know exactly how they'll react," we tell ourselves with quiet confidence. Yet people are not static entities but flowing rivers – constantly shaped by new experiences, shifting perspectives, and inner evolutions that even they may not fully recognize. The person you believe you know comp...