Let's celebrate diwali this year by bringing light to someone's life🙏🏻❤.
Try to feed the strays today🫶🏻,
give clothes or crackers to the needy🧨,
distribute sweets to the sweeper,driver or watchman❤️ ,
fire a cracker with the kid who is just standing somewhere around the corner silently watching others enjoy🙂.
If possible try to share pictures🌸 .
Maybe you are an inspiration for the rest🎀.
Happiest Deepawali people🙏🏻.
Keep growing💓.
Keep glowing🧿.
@Growingbytes🦋🦄

"Even the old pen that wrote 100 articles that changed lives is thrown when the ink runs out"


THE USED INK

You aren’t their only choice.
You’re just an option-
a placeholder until someone shinier arrives.
Even the pen that once carved revolutions
is tossed aside when its ink runs dry.

People love what you give,
not who you are.
When your light dims, they’ll leave,
forgetting the warmth you once offered.
But don’t curse the darkness-
become the fire that burns without permission.

Because when they replace you,
you’ll be busy rewriting destiny
with the ink they thought had run out

~Aryan

What’s Their Fault?

Born.
Dumped.
Ignored.
What’s their fault?
Thrown out
Love-starved,soul-cracked.

No love. No care.
Just silence. Just air.
And vultures smell it
They circle, they feed,
Throw “I love you” like bait,
End with greed.
They flash candy,
Fake love,
Sweet talk,
Till it burns down to lust.

And even in childhood,
Those “grownups”
Who should protect
They look with dirty eyes instead.
She doesn’t know whom to trust
Her voice feels like a burden
predators cash in
On her silence
On her loneliness.
No bond, no shield, no safe arms
Parents never notice,
Never see.

I FUCKING HATE THIS.
Why make a child
If you can’t fucking raise one?
Why call yourself parent,
When is your absence the first wound?
Why call it life,
If you treat it like prey?

It’s not their fault.
Not their blame.
We built the trap.
We lit the flame.

A child needs love
Not scars.
Not cages.
Not vultures in human faces

Shame on you
as a parent.
Why?
WHY do you always
try to silence your children
when they ask?

When they ask about sex.
About bodies.
About touch.
About the things they already FEEL.
Why shut them up?

Why don’t you TEACH?
In your OWN language
with your OWN mouth
with honesty
with clarity?

Why hide?
Why fear?
Why let shame choke you?

You call yourself parent.
You call yourself elder.
You call yourself teacher,
guardian, protector.
But when the child needs
TRUTH
you turn away.

You leave them to the streets.
You leave them to the vultures.
You leave them to whispers in the dark.
To lies.
To exploitation.
To silence.

Why?
Why?
WHY?

I have never seen
someone talk to their child
about sex with confidence,
with clarity,
with CARE.

And then you wonder
why they fall.
Why they break.
Why they bleed.

It’s YOUR silence.
YOUR fear.
YOUR shame.

And the child pays the price.

So tell me
What’s their fault?
WHAT’S THEIR FAULT?

Day 3 of Facts week✅
"Group of owls is called  parliament😶‍🌫."
Who is a part of this parliament?🦉
@Growingbytes🦋🦄

Nature and Human

The ocean holds secrets — so does our mind.
The birds like to feel free and fly — so does our heart.
The trees shed their leaves to grow again — so do we after pain.
The moon hides behind clouds — so do we behind smiles.
The animals hunt others — so do humans, for jealousy, envy, hatred.
The swans long for love — so does our body.
The mountains stand still in storms — so do we when life tests us.
The nature wants peace by hook or crook — so does our soul.
The lion can kill without thinking — so can we, in anger.
The river keeps flowing even when rocks block its way —
so do we, carrying wounds, yet moving on.
The sun burns every day to give light —
so do we, to keep others warm while we melt inside.
🦅