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Can't say I am very good at these but I think I am quite okay writing poems. Here are some of them which I had written which I will love to share with you all..........

A gentle collection for the ones who feel out of place. These poems don't try to shine - they simply breathe, quietly holding space for hearts that don't fit the world's mold.

I have no desire to metastasize my sad vibes but this is something very close to my heart 🧡

Ranked- 1st in IndianPoet as of 30, October 2019 This is my poem entry for the contest #NotADayGoesBy The thoughts of two young lovers are portrayed from the girl's point of view who explains the relationship between them.

Short Hindi Love poems Also my covers are completely chosen and edited by me , feel free to txt if you want some help choosing and editing yours.

Didn't they promise to catch you, When you fell down? ° ° (poem book) More info in the book. Do give a read 💁🏽♀️ 🌼 • #1 in indianpoet on 21/09/2020

Hey! y'all just a new English poetry about the world ! the motive is to make this world, a world we all imagine to live in 🥺✨

It's not a story but simply thoughts and poems which I like, I make and I love....

Sometimes I crave for is a good long drive and a paper and pen in hand to write something good.

tangled thoughts, twisted words, all because of you, I had those mixed up feelings... _________________♡________________ Please add this book to your library*･゜ﾟ↝ This is a collection of short poems my heart wrote. Hope you will like them. Please I will appreciate any feedback so don't forget to leave your comments! <(￣︶￣)↗*･゜ﾟAchievements: ☞Reached 1K reads on 21/04/01

Just a bunch of words tied together trying to express .

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.

This creation is a tribute to the soul of India, its culture, its people, and the unity that binds them all. Blending heartfelt poetry with thoughtful reflections, it explores the beauty of Indian festivals, the strength in diversity, and the pride of being Indian. From freedom struggles to joyful celebrations, each part echoes the spirit of a nation that stands together, always. A celebration of heritage, harmony, and the timeless essence of India. Written from the heart, these words are inspired by the everyday moments, traditions, and shared emotions that connect us all. I hope you feel the rhythm of a nation that continues to rise with pride, resilience, and love. This is not just a book-it's a piece of my heart, shared with every Indian who feels the spirit of our land in their soul. (Includes Hindi as well as English!)

A collection of poems

A question that echoes in every silent heart - between freedom and the invisible chains that shape us.

Teenage years do not announce their endings. They fade quietly-between exams and festivals, friendships and farewells, the slow learning of who we are allowed to become and what we lost. Where Summer Ends is a collection of haikus tracing that in-between spaces: the warmth of growing up, the ache of outgrowing it, and the small, ordinary moments that linger long after they pass. Through spare language and fleeting imagery, these poems reflect on youth not as nostalgia, but as transformation. For readers who remember being young, not loudly, but honestly.

This is the first poem that I am writing on Wattpad. It's mainly about dreams.... The theme isn' tvery complicated. It's is simple and sweet. Dreams are not always realistic but they give us hope,Sometimes false ones too but still dreams are an important part of our life. This poem is very close to my heart. It may probably be childish but please give it a try if you come across it. The first two lines of poem doesn't belong to me. This was originally written by me for an on the spot poem writing competition. Well this poem won the first prize!

I have added all my poems in a book. please read and let me know your honest review about it. thank you your Author✨

Poems for all moods. Poems to make you feel. Poems from a walking, bleeding heart. ✨ P.S.:- What's mine is yours. You may share any part of what's inside, but not without mentioning my name. #1 in Indianpoet (18/02/2022) #4 in Poetess (24/02/2022)