A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

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

If you love reading poetries, the book is for you.

This is the diary that charts the death of my heart. This is my 4th poetry collection ❤️

The Awards solely dedicated to poetry return. Calling all poets on Wattpad to a celebration of poetry. Have you woven your words? Because it's time. The contest will be awarding poetry deemed a result of talent and hardwork with multiple awards, ranging from-Best Use of Metaphors to Best Poem Ending. To Participate, please read the rules and complete the payments before you submit your form. The Contest will span around 1.5 months and I, the host will be the sole judge! So, let your words Bloom, you blossom. (Open)

when the glass feathers fall im left to mourn.

by Awara Alfaaz "Alfazon ki raahon par chalta ek aawara sa dil, Kabhi mohabbat likhe, kabhi tanhaayi ka silsila... Har shabd mein chhupa hai ek ankahee si dastaan, Jo padhe, woh khud ko in kavitaon mein dhoondh le yahan.

"A quiet soul seeks expression through unconventional means. These poems exist not on paper, but as fleeting thoughts in a restless mind ." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

अकसर लगता है ऐसा, बातें हमारी उतार देती हो नज़्मों में तुम, अदब सी आदत है ये तुम्हारी खुद तो हो शायरी जेसे ग़ज़ल कोई बना दिया मुझे भी जेसे शायर कोई||

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)