Author: AinaBalagtas

I am an essayist, a news correspondent, a poet, a big fan of language and words; an ardent lover of arts and imagination-- I am a writer.
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In the universe of my imagination

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Describe your life in an alternate universe.

In there, we find
A better world, transformed and of different kind,
Where kindness flows like rivers wide,
Joy and love in our hearts reside.

In there, skies are painted with hues of dreams,
The sunlight dances on gentle streams,
Where every soul is free to roam,
In lands that feel like hearth and home.

In there, no walls divide, no borders stand,
No hate at all, just open hearts and willing hands,
And in every eye, a spark of grace,
Brings tender smile on everyone’s face.

In there, the air is filled with laughter and songs,
A bright world, where we all belong,
And each step we take, a dance of light,
In a realm where all is right.

In there, no fear, no hesitation, no shadow’s blight,
Just endless days, jovial noons, and star-filled nights,
A better life, a brand new world, and peace anew,
In my altered universe, where all our dreams do come true just as I wish for me and you.

Creative · Non-Fiction

The Power of Smile

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Smile goes a million miles,
a tender gesture
that’s always worthwhile.

A smile’s light, a gentle spark,
Illuminates the deepest dark,
It lifts the soul, dispels the gloom,
Transforms a shadowed, cheerless room.

In every curve, a story told,
Of kindness, warmth, a heart of gold,
A bridge that spans from soul to soul,
A silent force that makes us whole.

It whispers hope when words are few,
A balm that heals, a love renewed,
In just one smile, the world can see,
The boundless strength of empathy.

So let your smile be bright and free,
A gift to all humanity,
For in its glow, we find our way,
A beacon in the light of day.

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Love’s Immortality

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Our bodies may decay when we expire; but love remains. Winged, it touches hearts to sing.

In timeless realms where passion’s echoes sing,
Two hearts entwined, unbroken, ever true,
Through storm and calm, unyielding as the spring,
Their love endures with each dawn’s golden hue.

No force can sever bonds so deeply sown,
Nor time erode the vows in silence kept.
Eternal flames in darkest nights are shown,
In whispered dreams where endless hope has slept.

Across the ages, hand in hand they stride,
Defying fate and destiny’s cruel hand.
Together, bound by love’s eternal tide,
They stand as one, in unity they stand.

For in their souls, a symphony does play,
An undying love that never fades away.

Nature · Poetry · Writing True

Nature, O Nature!

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Nature, O nature, thou art profound!

In the cradle of the morning dew,
Where the sun’s first light breathes life anew,
Nature’s song, a whispered sound,
In silence deep, her truths are found.

Beneath the sky, so vast, so grand,
Mountains rise, a timeless stand,
Each stone and tree, a story spun,
By moonlit nights and golden sun.

Rivers carve their ancient trails,
Through verdant fields and shadowed vales,
Their currents speak of ages gone,
Of life’s great cycle, ever drawn.

In the forest’s hushed embrace,
Where every leaf finds its place,
A symphony of life unfolds,
In colors bright and secrets old.

The ocean’s depths, a boundless grace,
Reflect the heavens’ starry face,
Each wave a verse, each tide a rhyme,
Eternal dance of space and time.

In the wind’s soft, fleeting kiss,
In every petal’s tender bliss,
Nature’s voice, profound and pure,
A silent call that endures.

For in her vast, uncharted sea,
Lies the essence of all we see,
A mirror to the soul’s own quest,
In nature’s arms, we find our rest.

Creative · Poetry

So Into Imagination

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In the dancing floor of night sky, the moon is singing, while the stars join me in a line dance. And the crickets? In every spin, in every pas de bourrèe, they’re cheering on—so kind. Poor sea can’t join.

In quiet moments, hearts take flight,
Imagining brings pure delight.
A world within, where dreams are spun,
Where endless tales are never done.

A spark ignites, ideas bloom,
Transforming shadows, chasing gloom.
From simple thoughts, great wonders grow,
In lands where only dreamers go.

We conjure castles, skies of gold,
Adventures grand, both young and old.
New worlds appear with every thought,
In realms our daily lives forgot.

The joy of imagining, wild and free,
Is painting life with fantasy.
It lifts the soul, expands the mind,
In dreams, true treasures we can find.

So let your thoughts run far and wide,
In imagination, joy resides.
For in those visions, brightly gleamed,
Lies the heart of all we’ve dreamed.

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To Be a Good Human Being

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To be a good human being , you ought to first see The sun in others, in every encounter let kindness be. A smile for a frown, a gesture that warms, an ever present lending hand—- These seeds of love conquer differences and beyond. Side with the truth, as gentle as you can, Thoughtless words can wound, once spoken or written, tears even the fiercest bond. Listen deeply and genuinely, and always try to understand—- Compassion is divine, heals all souls in every land. Count not the faults, as we all err. Do not be stingy, empathy matters to truly care. Be generous in sharing your joy, your time, and your cheer—- For in these moments, love grows free of fear far or near. Revere all lives, no matter big or small, We are part of one great whole, this wonderful world. To be good, means to simply be—- To be beacons of light and love, for the world to see.
Creative · Non-Fiction · Ode · Writing True

The Joy of Scribbling, an Ode

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Describe one habit that brings you joy.

O sacred pen, O parchment pure and white,
In thee, I find my soul’s delight,
For within thy boundless realm of ink,
My thoughts and dreams converge and sync.

With every stroke, a world is born,
A canvas vast where ideas are sworn,
To dance and play upon the page,
In timeless tale or fervent rage.

The rustling sound of paper’s kiss,
A symphony of endless bliss,
Each word a note, each phrase a song,
In writing’s embrace, I belong.

O muse, thou art my guiding star,
In realms of fiction, near and far,
Thy whispering voice, a gentle breeze,
That carries me through stormy seas.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s hue,
In writing, I am ever new,
A creator, a dreamer, a humble scribe,
Inking out the pulse of life’s tide.

In poetry’s sweet, rhythmic flow,
Or prose where deeper meanings grow,
The joy of writing fills my heart,
A treasured gift, an endless art.

With pen in hand, I’m never alone,
In every word, a seed is sown,
Of thoughts profound or simple cheer,
In writing, all is bright and clear.

So let the ink run swift and free,
A testament to creativity,
For in this joy, I find my truth,
An eternal flame, a fountain of youth.

Love · Poetry · Writing True

The Longing Lingers

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As bright and warm as summer’s day, my love for you remains.

In the quiet hours of a fading day,
Your absence lingers in such a poignant way.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of cheer,
Haunt the spaces where I wish you are near.

Stars arise in the evening sky,
But I’m sure none compare to the light in your eyes.
Thoughts of our dance in the twilight’s glow,
Of what could be our moments together, I can’t let go.

The wind’s soft murmur, the moon’s pale hue,
Both tease me tender moments with you.
This yearning ache in my heart resides,
A silent sorrow my soul can’t hide.

Distance may stretch, but love remains,
A steadfast flame through joy and pains.
Though you’re not here, your presence is clear,
In every breath, in every tear.

Until the day we meet,
I’ll cherish the dream of you, even if it’s a feat
Longing for you is love’s true art,
Etched deeply in my aching heart.

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