Poems that may never be heard.

The world is my muse and my abuser. Poetry is my art and my abused. Neither gets heard.

Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

I'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to translate various emotions through a rather free form of writing. Al...

ORION

let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams. let me show you the world as orion sees. writing : [2021] feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm). posting : [2021] apr 17 (12'34 pm) - nov 19 (12'40 pm). mas ; mypoematt...

You Buried My Words || Poetry Book || Completed || Nida Qureshi

The thoughts of your mind breathe in the yellow pages with a dead rose. [ A Poetry Book by Nida Qureshi ]

Soul Of The Darkest Hour

Do we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in this world of ours. This is the collection of my internal conflicts, t...