Some feelings stay incomplete, aching every second - because they deserve to be poetry. 20- 04- 2025 _ 20- 01- 2026 completed all the images are taken from google & pinterest. i don't own them except the editing

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

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)

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

In the timeless streets of Banaras, a young Chief Minister lives behind a mask of power-cold, disciplined, and distant, trusted by millions but known by none. Late at night, away from cameras and politics, his guarded voice softens during secret phone calls with a girl he has never seen. She is cheerful, talkative, and full of life, yet deeply alone, finding warmth in conversations that make her small world feel less empty. They fall in love "without knowing what is love" through voices, pauses, and shared silences, hiding their real lives from each other. She doesn't know he rules the state. He doesn't know how fragile her smile truly is. When fate finally forces them to meet, it happens in a wild and dangerous moment-one wrong decision, one chaotic night in Banaras that could expose everything. As truth creeps closer, suspense hangs heavy: when the cold man of power meets the girl who made him feel human, will love survive the shock of reality-or collapse under it? ✅ important note: this is sequal of my already complete story "wrong number." you can read this story before reading the sequal or you can read it only, it's your choise. you can understand the story without reading the first one but let me tell you the wrong number was the story of "Krishiv and Arohi" who fell in love with each other in call and the sequal is the story about their daughter finding love so it's up to you, you wanted to read the wrong number or not.

A world of poems captured in a single book, written by a girl who played every role: the academic achiever, the loyal friend, the eldest daughter, and more. She was always the one chosen for the top rank, yet she was never the one chosen by love. This collection is a bridge across the years, composed of verses that trace a haunting evolution where the innocent wonders of childhood slowly sharpen into the cold realizations of the real world. Yours truly, RosePoet (Note: These entries are not arranged in chronological order; however, I have included dates to serve as a guide to navigate the journey through time.) Pinterest: Littlemisstaromilktea Achievements: #1- Poetry🥇 5/21/2025 #2- Poem Collection🥈 5/21/2025 #3- Love Poem🥉 5/23/2025 #3- Poetry Collection🥉 5/24/2025 #2- Poetry Collection🥈 5/25/2025 #2- Love Poem🥈 6/1/2025 #3- Love Poem🥉 6/5/2025 #3- Free Verse🥉 6/5/2025 #2- Free Verse🥈 6/5/2025 #3- Poem Collection🥉6/29/2025 #2- Poem Collection🥈 6/30/2025 #1- Poem Collection🥇 9/7/2025 #3- Poem Book🥉 9/7/2025 #2- Freeverse 🥈 9/9/2025 #2- Poem Book 🥈 9/12/2025 #1- Freeverse 🥇 9/12/2025 #3- Poem Collection 🥉 9/12/2025 #3- Love Poem🥉 9/12/2025 #2- Freeverse 🥈 9/14/2025 #3- Love Poem🥉9/14/2025 #2- Freeverse 🥈 11/6/2025 #1- Poem Collection🥇 11/27/2025 #2- Love Poem 🥈 11/27/2025 #2- Freeverse 🥈 11/27/2025 #2- Poem Book 🥈 11/27/2025 #3- Poetry Collection 🥉 11/27/2025 #1- Free Verse 🥇 11/29/2025 # 2- Poem Collection 🥈 11/29/2025 # 3- Poetry 🥉12/6/2025 # 2- Love Poem🥈 12/9/2025 # 2- Free Verse 🥈 12/9/2025 # 3- Poem Collection 🥉 12/9/2025 #3- Love Poem🥉12/12/2025 #3- Free Verse🥉12/12/2025 #1- Poetry Collection🥇1/9/2026 #1- Poem Collection 🥇1/9/2026 #1- Love Poem 🥇 1/9/2026 #1- Free Verse🥇1/9/2026 #2- Poem Book🥈 1/9/2026 #1- Poem Collection 🥇 2/5/2026 #2- Poem Book 🥈 2/5/2026 #2- Love Poem 🥈 2/5/2026 #1- Poem Book🥇 2/8/2026 #1- Poem Co

────────※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ──────── Some feelings are never meant to be spoken out loud. They simply sit inside you and make a home in the corners of your heart. 𝗗𝐢𝐥 - 𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐳 was written in that quiet corner. This poetry collection contains thirteen poetic urdu verses written in the hope of being written to. It encaptured the feeling of unrequited feelings, passionate denial and irreversible limerence. Urdu is my mother tongue. And when there were poetries inside me that the English couldn't truly hold, my heart decided to bleed words in Urdu. However, I have included the English Translation of each poem for my non-urdu speaking readers. I have tried to imitate the effect of each poem in English too. A section is dedicated to the vocabulary used in every poem for clarity. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. And I hope you fall in love with how different languages can encapture multitudes of similar emotions in just a few words. ──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ────────