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She never needed a hero, but life as you may know breaks down that armour, making her exposed to raging daggers.

A short story I wrote about my very funny and amusing daughter who plays musical beds every night.

Penning emotions into poetry, I invite you to dive into a world where words ignite passion, stir the soul, and leave a lasting imprint on the heart.

A poem about being unique

a beautiful composition about every him out there. I have tried to put down all possible emotions and feelings I could put in this book. This was my first book I wrote in the holidays of my examinations. I hope you would love it. :) With regards - Shiwanshi. Instagram - @whiskpoetry

Pebbles in the symphonic pond swirling around as poems, incarnations of the thoughts jiggling in my mind....

A man walks alone

All the poems written originally belongs to Alefiham. Copying any content is strickly prohibitated. Credit the reposts. Hope you like it. Happy reading. -Alefiyah Mirza

Things that she left me with.

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Her Views on rain!

Language that can touch the soul. Words that make heart skip a beat. Words that cut deep into and re bond the broken.

Its about a couple who loves to drink and imagine themselves doing stuff after getting "drunk" . Let's get tipsy . I'll be your ice You be my whiskey..

Slow Death

About me and a girl..

These poems aren't just words - they're pieces of me I never meant to share. Each line bleeds the silence I couldn't scream, each verse carries the weight I smiled through. If you've ever loved too deeply, hurt too quietly, or held in tears that never got to fall... then Welcome Home.

My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.

Hi, this is a random collection of the poems that I write. Hope you'll like reading them.

Be you, Be grateful. This is a gratitude letter to your self. Chapter 1: This is a story of an enthusiastic ordinary girl, Jasmine. She is same as you, She is same as an ordinary human, but her dreams are extraordinary. Will she succeed her own, does she disappear when life kicks her down? Maybe yes or not. But the way she moves and lives is impeccably inspirational. Will definitely keeps your mind awestruck! And the other Chapters consists of different plots! Yes, this is a collection of short stories. Grab them and get in depth of your own heart.