who is this ritu kid and what does he want with me?

~ of thoughts that keep me awake at night and let me sleep at day

~ where have the stars gone?

This is for those who lost or found their voices. This is for those who could and could not breathe. This is for anyone who is stuck or escaped the dismal abyss of all-consuming emptiness. This is a reminder; a representation of the hardships we collectively face in our separate lives, on opposite parts of the globe. A gentle nudge to the fact that change is constant. Whether it is positive or negative, the outcome depends on you. Only you hold that power to be able to see beyond and into your future. Make it count. I promise you, it is worth it.

scribbling and saving those flash flood feelings

How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

Memories fade like dust in the wind. Like leaves drifting away. . . falling to the tranquil river. | First Poetry Collection Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. For my inner child.

A tale of sorrows.