Sometimes people do not disappear physically.
They disappear emotionally while standing right beside us.
“A Funeral Among the Living” is a haunting reflection about invisibility, self sacrifice, and the silent loneliness that begins when someone finally chooses themselves.
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https://treazuredpen.com/2026/05/24/a-funeral-among-the-living/
Sometimes the lessons we once called “useless” quietly return to help us understand life better. From repairing a water cooler to learning HTML at 38, from baking to writing poetry, this piece is a reflection of how learning never truly ends. Not written by an expert, but by an ordinary person still figuring life out one lesson at a time. If you have ever felt the same, maybe this post will resonate with you too. Read the full post on TreazuredPen.…
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/05/23/the-lessons-we-thought-were-useless/
Sometimes we think we have nothing to offer, when in truth we are just in the wrong place. This piece is about a quiet realization I had, watching a pothos plant that never grew until it found where it truly belonged. Maybe we are not lacking, just misplaced. Sharing a small story that stayed with me, hoping it speaks to someone who feels the same.
Some dreams disappear with the morning light…
and some stay behind like a shadow within us.
When My Name Disappeared | It Was Only a Dream is a deeply personal piece born from one such haunting night. Instead of letting fear live endlessly inside my mind, I chose to place it into words.
A prose poem about fear, identity, silence, death, and the strange gratitude of waking up alive.
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— Divya | TreazuredPen
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/05/12/when-my-name-disappeared/
Happy Mother’s Day!
This Mother’s Day, tilt your gaze a little and look at a mother beyond all the roles she plays. Beyond care, sacrifice, strength, and responsibility… perhaps she is also the quiet keeper of every version of us that ever existed. We never truly realize what a mother is until one day we understand that she was the only person who carried every version of us within her memory.
Blend
A painter falls in love with a colour, believing it can create his greatest portrait. As he blends her into his vision, she loses her individuality, believing she brings him joy. Eventually, she realises he loves the artwork, not her essence. The message encourages balance in love, where both identities are preserved.
A painter falls in love with a colour, believing it can create his greatest portrait. As he blends her into his vision, she loses her individuality, believing she brings him joy. Eventually, she realises he loves the artwork, not her essence. The message encourages balance in love, where both identities are preserved.
Yesterday my mind stopped for a moment.
No thoughts.
No answers.
Just silence.
And in that silence, I felt like a lost child in a crowded fair.
What I discovered in that strange moment made me write something unexpected.
Read the full reflection on my blog.
Divya | Treazured Pen
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/03/24/a-quiet-pause-in-an-ordinary-moment/
Belonging Everywhere Yet Nowhere: A Quiet Dream of Dignity
On a tranquil Sunday, the author reflects on the deep significance of belonging and identity through a woman's simple dream of owning a piece of land for her final resting place. This desire embodies dignity and the search for a space that truly represents one's individuality, challenging societal norms surrounding women's identities.
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/03/22/belonging-everywhere-yet-nowhere-a-quiet-dream-of-dignity/
On a tranquil Sunday, the author reflects on the deep significance of belonging and identity through a woman's simple dream of owning a piece of land for her final resting place. This desire embodies dignity and the search for a space that truly represents one's individuality, challenging societal norms surrounding women's identities.
Overcoming Racing Thoughts: A Poetic Reflection
The author describes a morning panic triggered by an alarm snooze, leading to heightened anxiety and overthinking. They highlight the distinction between imagined threats and reality, reflecting on how anxiety manifests in physical symptoms. Through self-calming techniques and awareness, they advocate for self-love as crucial to managing anxiety and emotional healing.
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/02/27/overcoming-racing-thoughts-a-poetic-reflection/
The Day the Voices Gathered
It began as a quiet afternoon, the kind that carries a strange invitation to think. Sunlight rested across the floor without urgency. A cup of black coffee waited beside me, its warmth slowly dissolving into the air. The house stood still, holding that rare, fragile silence where thoughts finally feel audible. Those are the moments I often meet myself. The moments where life is not happening outwardly, yet something deep within is constantly…
https://treazuredpen.com/2026/02/26/the-day-the-voices-gathered/
