Musings Stories

poetry & loving, random thoughts.

Random Sindhanais ennoda raw, unfiltered thoughts, late-night musings, and everyday observations-oda motha muttai. Childhood memories-oda bittersweet nostalgia-la irundhu, adulting panra thallatam, society, love, and life-oda beautiful chaos-a paathna random rants varaiku-idhu eppovume nonstop-a yosikra mind-galkana oru safe space. Sila chapters unga sirippu muttum, sila chapters unga deep-a pause panni yosika vaikum, innosila chapters ungaluku romba down ah irukrappo oru positive feel tharum. Kandipa idula edachum oru chapter ungaluku relatable ah irukum. Just give a try.

The lights grow softer. Dust drifts through old museums. Rain gathers on library windows. A brass girl fills another page of her notebook while the world quietly changes around her. the autonomous heart is a collection of poems that linger in a single moment, inviting ordinary places to reveal extraordinary meaning. Rather than rushing from image to image, each poem pauses long enough for silence, light, memory, and imagination to become part of the story. These poems are written from the perspective of a quiet observer who is still learning what it means to notice beauty. Whether that observer is mechanical or human is left for you to decide. Welcome. The room has been waiting for you.

This is what happens when you let a writer's mind wander without a compass. Part non-fictional diary, part fictional playground, Ephemeral Soliloquy houses the stray write-ups that don't belong anywhere else. It is a solitary voice shifting between reality and fiction, ranting and dreaming-all under the quiet cover of the night. Within these pages are quiet musings on the architecture of pain, the heavy weight of lingering memories, and the fleeting beauty found in solitary reflections. It is an unfiltered look at what hurts, what heals, and everything left unsaid in between.

Friends are like potatoes. Some are crispy and make life more enjoyable. Some are as smooth as mashed potatoes-easy to get along with. And some are dry, needing a deep dip into an ocean of patience. In this book, we'll take a journey through the kitchen of friendship, discovering how to keep the recipe from burning. Along the way, we'll figure out who deserves a place on the plate-and who belongs in the trash bin.

Plethora of emotions in a little words. Highest Ranks- 8- #poetrybook 13 - #Musings 10- #poet 27- #feminist 33- #feminism 35- #poesia 50- #Tale 86- #poetry 299- #Nonfiction *** Presenting to you the collection of Poems, Musings, Letters and Nano Tales written by Utsav Singh. The collection is based on various topics including feminism, love, random and much more. "Dear (not all) men, Why do you look at me as a synonym for weak ? Behind my skin which looks as soft as petals of rose, Lies a powerful flesh which grew up from many lows, but it was looking at the petals and not thorns you chose." .... "The way to heaven you lead, You are the character which novels need. You always keep me spell bound, Do you think someone like you can ever be found?" .... What are you waiting for? I also have a novel in progress, do follow me to stay connected. Thank you for reading ❤ Do tell me your feedback on Instagram- @utsavsingh.22

Creative dumps for my musings in life. The goal is to update this everyday. Will promise to write only from the heart. dedicated to myself first then to everyone

poems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|

ｓｉｌａｋｂｏ (n.) - 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 mga kababuyang gusto ko sanang i-submit sa Betsin-artparasites o kaya sa The Artidope pero hindi ko magawa kaya inilagay ko na lang sa Wattpad (some entries are from my tumblr: popcornandlipstick.tumblr.com)

Each chapter is a story of its own.

Here, I write what I just think of. Please read it if you're curious. If not, that's perfectly fine.

Break up after break up, Nick Clark couldn't grasp the idea what was wrong. Yet he predominantly questions, "was she ever mine?" Join Nick Clark as he finds the answers to his life. Is he going to answer the questions eventually or he'll continue to live with a void in his heart for eternity?

A compilation of poetry and short stories I've written over the years, but never had the guts to share.

Door se chizein alag lagti hai,parchai si lagti aur pas jakr kuch aur mehsus hoti hai roshni si lagti hai ,andhera sa lagta yun lamho ka badalna sa har shay me nazar ata hai ,akhir ye dil ko tasalli dene wali shay hai kya ? Kya hi kuch samjh aati hai aur aadhi baat na samjhi me guzar jati hai . Kya maloom ye tasalli kya hoti hai, Kya khwahishon ka pura hona tasalli hai ya adhuri reh janay mein sukoon. Ye na muqammal si shay hai Adhuri reh janay wali chzion ka kya hi sochna ,iska jo ho nahi sakta uske baray me kya hi sochna. Yun ghumao daar si lagti hai sab Miljaye to na qadri aur na milay toh shiddat me guzar jati hai ... achi bhi lagti aur kabhi bahot kathin si maloom hoti hai . tasalli ke liye hi toh ham sab race me lage hai kahi kamyabi ki toh kahi chizon ki . Ehsas se bahir hojati kuch chizein,aur yaadein bhi kbhi kbhi kuch khas lamho ko toh, jese ham bhulhi jaate h ,magar na janay palko ke saye talay wo baqi rehti hai aur ankhon me jhhalak bnkr hide and seek khelti hai .... Yunhi lamho ki qadar ham aksar nhi kia karte hai...

A collection of poems that I have created. Ramblings of the heart. Torment. Painful goodbyes. Heartbreaks. Or simply night musings. Celebration of life, love and death or anything in between. Added chapter banners: 14 July 2026 Copyright © 2020 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

A journal written exclusively by local bagel enthusiast who choses to describe others as types of bagels.

By the stroller of mankind.

Wise Jots And Musings from the brainpan of the sardonic yet whimsical author of the Philippines - W. J. Manares

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

Thoughts and poems that I need to let out