Historias de Dejection

A poet knows how to bleed elegantly through poetry...

Ara was away from her parents for 12yrs and on her return so much had changed ; her sister hated her, her mother treated her with contempt and the only person who cared about her( her father ) never stood up for her. All this made Ara different and embedded in her dreams till she met Jason who shared her silence............

Looking back on a life lived in pain and embedded with rejection.

Unlock the secrets of the soul and dance through the pages of my chapbook, where every word is a heartbeat and every line a whisper of magic.

Just poems I wrote late at night when I can't sleep

The text is about my perspective growing up told as a story captured as poetry

It's a new dimension to the story of YHM from the point where Subbu reentered in Raman-Ishita's life.

To anyone who feels blue, this poetry collection is for you! Note: This poetry collection explores deep and intense emotions. Please don't worry or feel concerned for me - these words are simply an exploration of feelings we all may experience at times.

Consiousness eclipsed by my own fears. [ completed ]

- verb (past-tense): 1 : to hold in or reduce to slavery 2 : to hold spellbound : charm a collection of romantic narratives, short one-sided stories, poetic writings, and other love notes

Random poem

Hello my dear readers, I am well...just an ordinary being who has recently turned fifteen. This is an album of my poems where you will find various kinds of emotions and situations being expressed in the form of poetries.

When you think something will go your way but it doesn't.

This story is just a story it's not real nor based on true events. This story contains: Romance, dejection. Characters are me, my lover and my best friend. Enjoy the story! <3

A story of Transformation; mental, and physical.

The sky is beautiful, isn't it? How beautiful certain aspects of life can be, and yet, how quietly it turns upside down, until the red I loved in roses now stains my feet. These poems are born from hurt, an avalanche of sorrow breaking into something softer, brighter, like the forest I see only in my midnight slumber.

This story begins from the scene when Raman sings a song to calm Shagun down and Ishita heard it.