🌹 Someone once asked me:“What do you get out of writing poetry, quotes, and fundraising for charities?”The truth? I don’t get much in the material sense.But I gain something far greater:
✨ The joy of turning words into hope.
✨ The chance to give voice to those who feel unseen.
✨ The opportunity to let art serve a purpose bigger than myself.That’s why I wrote If Rose Could Talk—a poem reminding working professionals to pause, breathe, and remember their worth.
For me, poetry is not just about beauty, it’s about impact.I don’t just write for myself—I write so words can bloom into kindness. 🌹
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If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
Not all shops sell things.Some sell hope.Some sell change.Some sell the belief that kindness can be bought — and given away — in the same moment.If I opened a shop, it wouldn’t be just shelves and counters.It would be a beating heart wrapped in four walls,a place where each item whispered a storyand every sale became a seed of change.
I would call it “The Giving Corner.”A space where books breathe hope,where handcrafted treasures carry the touch of their makers,and where even the smallest purchaseripples out to feed a hungry soul,lift a struggling dreamer,or plant dignity where the soil was once barren.In one corner, my words would rest —poems, stories, and thoughts stitched with care,waiting for hands to hold themand hearts to carry them forward.Because to me, a shop is not a business.It’s a bridge.
A way to connect your kindness to someone else’s tomorrow.A place where buying becomes giving,and every transactionis just another way of saying,“You matter.”And if you walked out of my shop,you wouldn’t just carry a bag.You’d carry a piece of someone’s hope.
💬 Your turn: If you opened a shop, what would your walls hold — and what would it stand for?#SocialImpact #Entrepreneurship #KindnessInAction #PenByZee
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
If I could ask for one change—just one—from the words I share here, it would be this:
That we remember how deeply we need each other.
Not just in moments of crisis, not just when headlines remind us of suffering, but in the quiet, everyday spaces of life. The way a kind word softens someone’s day. The way shared stories remind us we’re not alone. The way a simple act of giving—whether food, time, or listening—can be a turning point in another person’s life.
My blog isn’t just about ideas, it’s about connection. It’s about building a place—however small—where we remember that compassion isn’t weakness, it’s strength. That empathy isn’t a luxury, but a foundation. That when we choose to lift one another, even in the smallest of ways, we are building something far greater than ourselves.
I want this space to be a quiet rebellion against indifference.
A reminder that even when the world seems hardened, you still have the power to soften it—through your words, your presence, your care.
What if we stopped seeing people as strangers… and started seeing them as stories waiting to be heard? What if we treated kindness not as a random act, but a conscious practice?
That is the change I hope this blog brings.
To inspire a deeper commitment to helping one another, to showing up with honesty, and to creating community where no one feels invisible
Because the truth is: The world doesn’t change because of grand gestures. It changes because we choose, again and again, to care.
So let this blog be a place where care lives. Where trust is nurtured. Where hope is kept alive not through perfection, but through the simple, sacred act of showing up—for one another.
This is Zoeb Ali – Zee, wishing you all the good luck in whatever positive, small or big you are doing in your life to improve life of your loved ones, unknown individuals and families struggling and needing your love ❤ and help and yourself. Keep reading my posts and comment,like and share so I know if my words make any difference to you. Thank you for reading my posts.
After a long journey of hardships, silent struggles, and spiritual awakenings, I found myself standing at the intersection of the seen and unseen. It was there—in the quiet moments of the night—that dreams began to speak to me. Each dream felt like a coded message, a gentle nudge from the inner self.
The boundaries between the subconscious and conscious blurred, urging me to document not just what I saw, but what I felt. That was the birth of this handwritten piece: “Journal of Dreams, Interpretation and Spirituality.”🧠 It is not about right or wrong interpretations, but a raw, unfiltered dive into how dreams can reflect real-life situations.📖 It is not a research paper. It’s a reflection. An offering. A journey.🧘♂️ It doesn’t aim to name or blame—it aims to heal and make sense of the inexplicable. I write this journal with minimal research, using dreams as keys to unlock my thoughts. When the world fails to offer clarity, I believe our inner world still does.
🔍 Why this matters to you: In a world flooded with information, we often overlook the quiet wisdom that resides within us. If you’ve ever dreamt something that felt too real, or had a moment of déjà vu that shook you—perhaps it’s time you paid attention.💭 What are your dreams trying to tell you?🕊️ Are you brave enough to interpret your own soul?🖋️ Pen by Zee is more than just writing—it’s a journey of self-reflection, healing, and mindful exploration.
If this resonates with you, I invite you to follow along or even start your own journal of dreams. Spirituality #DreamInterpretation #Journaling #SelfDiscovery #MentalHealth #Mindfulness #InnerWisdom #WritingTherapy #PenByZee #ZeeVibe
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They admire my petals, soft as whispers, kissed by the sun. They reach for me, drawn by my fragrance, intoxicated by my hue. But they forget— beauty does not come without pain.
My thorns stand guard, etched in the flesh of those who hold me carelessly, who pluck without thought, who love without knowing that love has a cost.
I did not choose them—these thorns. They grew with me, woven into my being, etched in my spine, a silent testament that even beauty must learn how to defend itself.
Yet, even I wonder— Am I the flower, or am I the thorns? Am I the softness, or the strength? Perhaps I am both. Perhaps I must be.
For the world is not kind to the unguarded. And though I ache to be held without harm, I know— without my thorns, I would not survive.
While writing this poem I have used Free Verse style.
Explanation: Free verse allows for an organic and emotional flow, mirroring the unpredictability of life’s struggles. Without a rigid rhyme scheme or meter, it captures the raw emotions of pain, resilience, and self-discovery. Just like thorns on a rose, life’s challenges do not follow a structured pattern—they emerge naturally, shaping us in unexpected ways. This form gives the poem a conversational yet deeply introspective feel, making it more relatable and impactful for readers.
Questions for you
🌹 Have you ever felt like your struggles were a part of you, just like the thorns on a rose? How did they shape you?
🌿 Do you think thorns are a sign of strength or a reminder of pain? Or perhaps both?
💔 If beauty comes with struggle, what do you think is the “thorn” in your own journey? How has it helped you grow?
✨ Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Your reflections and experiences matter.
This is my poem about various emotions and feelings of failure and success 🙌 and a journey of life. Please read and like, share and comment. Please do tell me what you like or dislike about this poem.
What If
What if success was a fleeting breeze, Not meant to stay, but to teach and tease? Would you chase it still with all your might, Knowing the journey births the light?
What if failure was not the end, But a quiet guide, a patient friend? Would you embrace its tender sting, And rise anew with strengthened wings?
What if setbacks paved the way, To brighter dawns and bolder days? Would you see them as stepping stones, Not weights that drag, but seeds well sown?
What if goals were stars so far, Glinting hope in the midnight’s jar? Would you dare to dream despite the night, Trusting effort turns dark to light?
What if achievements were just the start, A fleeting triumph, a work of art? Would you rest or push for more, Knowing growth lies beyond the shore?
What if effort was the truest prize, The sweat, the tears, the endless tries? Would you cherish the toil, the climb, Each step a rhythm, each stumble a rhyme?
What if you believed in your heart’s refrain, That every loss feeds future gain? Would you stand tall, steadfast and free, Knowing the best is yet to be?
What if, dear soul, you chose today, To walk the path, come what may? With dreams as your guide and courage your sword, You’ll find success your grand reward.
