Истории Indianpoet

First of all, thank you for selecting 'simplicity'. This is a poetry book. Which speaks out feelings, sometimes it may not rhyme because feelings could rhyme than there's no need to speak. Give a read to it and don't forget to vote and also let me know in comment section was it worth reading.

మనోహారపు ముడి జారి రాలుతున్న ముత్యాలు, పడిలేస్తున్నాయి వడివడిగా ఒకదాని వెంట మరొకటి. రాలిన ముత్యాలు ఏరుకుని ఒక్కొక్కటిగా కూర్చే ప్రయత్నమే నా ఈ గీతమాలిక. **************************************************** Copyrights of the pictures I use in this book are reserved with the sole owner... I don't own any of them...

Explore the enigmatic world of emotions through this poetry collection!! This collection of poems takes you to the mysterious power of acceptance!! 💕 #1 indianpoet -11.6.2021 #1impactful-11.6.2021

I don't know if the tittle really suits the poem.But it is really about the hypocrisy of the world. Nobody is perfect then why does the society seek the illusion of perfection. Please give it a chance if you come across it.

Hi, this is my first Wattpad entry, this is going to be a poetry book, I hope you enjoy what I put out here and please do vote for me if you like my pieces, open to constructive criticism, Thank you for your time!

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 🥺✨

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.

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

A mere collection of my short poems, mostly free verse ones.

From the depths of the dark, To a distance covered to the dusk. I'm still here, call it survival or luck.

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.

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!

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.

📘 The Mirror Within - Poetry That Heals the Soul The Mirror Within is a heartfelt poetry collection by Shalini Samuel, an eminent English poet from the peaceful coastal town of Kanyakumari, India. Through simple yet powerful words, Shalini takes readers on a gentle journey of self-discovery, healing, and emotional truth. This book is filled with soul-stirring poems about: Finding light during dark times Understanding hidden emotions Embracing your true self Every poem feels like a quiet conversation with your inner world-touching on pain, strength, identity, and hope. Whether you're feeling lost, reflective, or ready to grow, this book will feel like a safe place for your heart. Written with deep emotion and poetic grace, these verses reflect universal feelings we often hide but secretly wish to understand. Inspired by life, nature, dreams, and human connection, Shalini brings profound thoughts to life in a way anyone can feel and relate to. If you are looking for a poetry book that speaks to your soul, The Mirror Within is not just something to read-it's an experience that helps you look inward and find beauty in being yourself.

A collection of poems

Hello dear readers,this is PIKACHU.I am writing poem and trying poetry for the first time because of my close friend who gave me an idea regarding this.So,all credit for this poem goes to her.And because of her I am uploading it cause I was not sure whether to upload it or not. THANK YOU