Musings Stories

Excerpts from books I'll never write, poems, scenes and imaginings - all written in the early, untouchable hours of the early morning. Basically a brutally honest recount of where my head is in the twelve-four.

Poems from my ❤️ mixed in the night. **cover by @judgezanderson

My personal collection of poems and short stories.

𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. ❞ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 @𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ("Narrative Poetry" & "Free Verse") - 14/4/2025 & 31/7/2024 @𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 ("Shorts & Poems") - 14/4/2025 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ("Poetic Marvels") - 1/4/2022 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ("Cappuccino") - 6/4/2022 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Blossom Awards, 2023 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Borderverse Awards, 2022 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - #𝟏𝟗 𝐢𝐧 #𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

#3 in musings on 18-06-24 Just a way to share my thoughts and feelings without actually sharing yk.

A collection of disasterous decisions, broken rules, bad morals, love and more than a few odd 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 unaku rumba dhumma irukrappo oru warm hug maari feels tharum. Kandipa idula edachum oru chapter ungaluku relatable ah irukum. Just give a try.

The living diary of a hopeless romantic girl who started processing big feelings through poems at 17 and grew up feeling, hurting, loving, and starting over. My diary. My feelings. Come grow with me as I navigate my twenties, miss my childhood, and think about life from a place of having no place in the world at all. Let us be brave enough to be soft, and soft enough to be as deeply sensitive as we can. I highly recommend reading out of order. Let your intuition (or the poem titles) decide which point in time speaks to you.

See what's going on in my head! Here, you'll find poems, short stories, and other things I come up with.

۞| "And never have I been in my supplication to You, my Lord, unhappy." [19:4] Most days - which I wish would be all - I return to the recesses of the religion that raised me and of the faith that had kept my heart at peace for so long. We're all lacking - whether by sinning or by failing to fulfil our obligations to the fullest. However, I pray that we strive to be the best we can be. As a proud Muslim, as someone who's not afraid to advocate for Islam, though I may lack in knowledge, as someone who finds peace and safety in the bosom of this beautiful faith, I share with you my musings. Whether it is verses I've loved and/or pondered over, whether it is miracles within the Qur'an that I have learned of and find fascinating, or whether it is Nasheeds, I want to share them here. These are the musings of my surrendered, muslim heart. One that has only surrended to the Lord of the Worlds.

Random thoughts on anything and everything under the sun. It could be about you, me or anyone else.

This poem isn't about literal lemons but we know what lemons might look like.

Life Lately

And a strong breeze blew, throwing down all the cards from the deck. Maybe it was not a breeze. It was a storm. Ab avalanche. A catastrophe. A disaster.

Kagami knew that Aomine and him had a distance that couldn't be reached other than Kise, or Kuroko.

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

A very watty blog; musings on writing and everything in between.

A passed-on friend of mine popped into my head, again.

when we scraped our bones together, we got fire.