Contemplation قصص

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

A collection of prose from my notes over the years, subjects ranging from philosophy, love, mental health and more.

"Who are you in your own eyes? Who are you in everyone else's eyes? Now think about which one means more to you."

An expository non-fiction that reflects the author's sentiments and realizations upon reflecting years of school life p.s. Photo used for book cover not mine (credits to the rightful owner)

Sometimes I feel like I lose my mind thirty-six times a day. How is it possible to feel so fulfilled in one moment And in the next not be sure of a thing that I say?

Get ready. To dismantle the firmest threads of your existence... As you descend into the roots you once wove and still defend-just to survive functionally. To finally look, acknowledge, and confront the existential fatigue you carry with you day after day... Because this book is not a guide, nor an answer. It is a parenthesis that doesn't come to comfort you. It is a fracture. A lucid journey through the invisible machinery in which you move. A kind of writing that doesn't seek to redeem you-but to stop you, abruptly. Aion watches in silence, knowing that the noise within you is louder than the world outside. Void walks beside you, whispering the questions you never dared to ask. And Vita pulses underneath it all-waiting for the moment you choose to feel, not just function. It may even lead you to the despair of what you already knew but refused to face; to that place where the meaning of life dissolves, when everything becomes mere function. Because functioning became your way of being in the world. And in that mode, the body endures-but does not dwell. Language fills-but does not communicate. Time runs-but leaves no trace. But this book might bring you to a threshold. Not to make you fall, but to make you pause. Because it's not a book that pushes you into the void-it is a vitalist book. Because sometimes, thinking is the only way to feel alive. To contemplate. To question. To look again into the face of life. And perhaps, from there, you'll discover other possibilities. I write this because I know I can share something real-something that once awakened me. Because I believe there is something in you that hasn't fully gone out. Something that suspects... this way of living isn't really life. And if that spark lights up-even for just one second- it might change you completely. Let's find out.

Life-long friends rekindling the old flames, which surprisingly survived the test of time. But can both bear the risks?

A collection within which an attempt has been made to weave such grand concepts as cosmic entities and Earthly splendour with the extraordinary puissance of the human spirit to create a tapestry of poetry. * Winner of the Judges' Choice Award for Poetry in the Wattpad Campus Superwriters 2020 contest. All rights reserved © Smriti Sarma Note: Cover image not owned by the author.

Just a girl with an obsession with strawberry Poptarts and the green and red Sour Skittles

Poetry down to the heart and soul.. heart and soul

A Collection of poems that aren't in my print book. (This is not the full book...That will be released later)

A contemplative poem about time, consequences, and worth.

A reflection on life in the land of the dead.

Contemplation from a very fine day with someone special