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The Amaranth Journal

A curated collection of contemporary poetry, short fiction, and the lingering echoes of artistic dialogue.

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Life Is Not Meant to Be Survived!
Discover why life is not meant to be survived in this powerful reflection on breaking free from exhaustion, societal pressures, and the endless cycle of just getting by.
It’s Gonna Be Alright: Finding Hope in Hard Times
When life feels overwhelming, a voice in the darkness whispers, ‘It’s gonna be alright.’ This poignant story explores how dreams and music became lifelines during job loss, illness, and uncertainty—reminding…
Women: A Love Letter to the Fire in Her Bones
A tribute to empowered women—voices echoing through generations, weaving dreams, and igniting flames of resilience. Together, we are seeds, rivers, and unbroken threads of hope.
Journeys Flight For You To Begin Anew: Faith Makes Phoenixes
When the weight of yesterday lingers too long, remember: every soul holds the sacred power to begin anew. These words are wings for the weary, light for the lost—a lyrical…
Fuel: A Beautiful Poetic Journey of Finding Hope in Difficult Times
In a world that often feels heavy, finding hope in difficult times can come from the quietest moments. Jaspreet K Arora shares a personal reflection on resilience and the small…
Passage of Time: A Poetic Reflection on Memories and Love
A touching poem about the passage of time, love, and memories. Through delicate verses, it reflects on aging, lost youth, and enduring affection
Nine Lives: A Poetic Reflection of Love and Destiny
The Nine Lives Philosophy explores how I would embrace each life with a unique purpose—from solitude in New York to love, music, and legacy, shaping my journey.
I’m Sorrowful: Reflections on Distance, Longing, and Time
In "I'm Sorrowful: Reflections on Distance, Longing, and Time," the author captures the deep emotional nuances of time, and the eternal longing that shapes our human experience.
Childhood Noises Hidden in the Mind
As I grow older, I've come to appreciate the childhood noises I once ignored. From the vendor's calls to the sound of a typewriter, these noises shape my sense of…