Metaphors Stories

Across vast lands and quiet moments, his journey unfolds. This is a journey of something small, and the courage to begin.

A short metaphoric story that explore a human's inner mind when in a situation of crisis, emotion based. The cover picture is not mine, found in Pinterest, credits whoever drew that, it's amazing. Written originally by me.

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

Poems written for myself, about others, or from moments that made me feel something.

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱5 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

you know the drill by now. just a melancholy poet with half-rate thoughts, writing on a whim

Some memories leave. Others take root. In these pages live rain-soaked afternoons, forests that listen more than they speak, and the quiet ache of things that were loved once and linger still. Here, longing wears the scent of wet earth, sorrow drifts like fog between the trees, and language becomes a place to rest when the world feels too loud. These poems wander through forgotten seasons, old wounds, fleeting joys, strange dreams, and the small ghosts we carry in our pockets. Some are tender. Some are melancholy. A few arrive with muddy boots and a crooked smile, determined to remind us that even sadness occasionally laughs at itself. For those who find beauty in thunderstorms, pressed flowers, worn book pages, and the sound of rain against a window, welcome. The woods remember. And perhaps, after reading, you will too. 🌲🌧️🖤✨

A crane landed softly on a rocky ledge, then sat quietly, keeping company with the sea that seemed alone but was never truly lonely. The crane said nothing much. It simply watched the sea with its calm waves, quietly admiring it. The sea was so beautiful, though often misunderstood. Elsewhere, the earth awaited the rain, a stalk of roses bloomed deep within the forest, an old house with memories, and the moon's feelings for the sun. These stories are told by the universe. But this is not about them. This is about us. About you and me.

When you're drowning in an ocean, what do you do ? You flap your arms around, kick your legs and resurface while your breath shortens. Let's say by some miracle there's a log right there and you cling to it. Well, that log for me was the consistent ink on my paper getting botched by tears. So let's go under darkness shan't we? They are all are written by me :) Highest rank - #1 in poem out of 20.6k books #1 in poets #1 in wattpadpoetry 3rd prize in asteria awards #1 in nightthinker

A book of metaphors.

"She is the girl who claims she needs no one to hold her, he is the man who holds her like his life belongs to her." She never planned to tell anyone. Not about the name she carries in secret. Not about the life she built in the dark, quietly, carefully, while the world only ever saw the surface of her. Then came an arranged marriage. A terrace that became theirs without either of them deciding it. And a man of few words who somehow learned every single one of hers. He was the first person she ever let see it - not all of it. just enough. just the truth at the surface. And he didn't flinch. He didn't shift. He just.. stayed. She didn't know what to do with the person who stayed.

found this in my old diary where I used to write erratic things like this 12 years ago. Thought it would make a good post after so long, enjoy reading this abomination, thank you

a poem about growing up, how friends are not as they seem to be. flower metaphors! enjoy <3

War amongst the stars is nothing new, nor is collecting refugees from newly destroyed planets. As a refugee from the original Earth, Eeby considers himself pretty important - especially since he's the only engineer qualified for most repairs. But when a new ship appears in the Colony with a hefty bid and no blackbox, Eeby takes it upon himself to solve the mystery of its missing owner. Now, decades after leaving the planet and losing his only family, he must uncover the origins of the beast in his hangar while avoiding the beasts hunting him through the halls - including the only other human in his sector. 102k word count Trigger Warnings: Many scenes in this book contain violent, abusive, manipulative, and related themes. Many scenes in this book contain sexual themes. This book contains references to child abuse, kidnapping, and child loss.

A long time ago there were only two genders a male who could not give birth and a woman who could give birth. Later on exceptional cases started appearing and a new society was formed. At the top of it stood the Alpha male and female who were superior in every shape and form. They controlled the society.. They held the powerful positions in the army and the government. But they were fewer in number. About fifty to sixty percent of the population were betas who lived normal lives.. At the bottom of the ladder were the omegas.. They suffered discrimination and cruelty. So human rights activists came forward voicing their rights and now they are protected by the law. Still there were people who exploited them. People in this world also have magical abilities to do mundane things. It had been a theory that someone with a gene based magic came up with this system. This is a story of three friends Gahan an alpha male, Palak a beta female and Shreyan an omega male. A tale of revenge love friendship betrayal and going against society.

[Featured on @WattpadPoetry on 21st May 2022] "My skin bleeds blood, but my heart bleeds words." - Vaishnavi. I write when I am alone and find it hard to deal with my emotions, whenever I feel trapped in the eye of an impetuous storm, and whenever I feel overwhelmed by reality. Writing poems for me is an escape from all sorts of feelings that I feel too inundated by. Some of these poems were written in the darkest moments of my life. They became my light. I hope you feel the same way when you read them. * * * * * * * * * * Started: 6th April 2022 Finished: * * * * * * * * * *