Poeticmind Stories

A year ago, I attended a Poetry Jam and that's when my life changed for the better. I now love poetry more than anything else in this world. Inside this book are some of the poems I've written. Enjoy!

तन्हाई इस दिल की ये एक कविता का संग्रह है !

My poetry begins with three words. I often ask people to give me three random words, simple ones, strange ones, words that normally would never belong together. From those small beginnings, I build entire worlds. Each poem is an act of imagination. The words become seeds, and the poem grows around them. Sometimes the result is quiet and reflective, sometimes surreal or playful, sometimes deeply emotional. The challenge is not just to use the words, but to let them guide the direction of the story, the feeling, and the atmosphere of the poem. I like the idea that something meaningful can grow from almost nothing. Three small words can open a forest, a memory, a dream, or a moment of connection. In this collection, every poem begins the same way: with three words offered by someone else, and an imagination that refuses to leave them small.

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

Poems are like songs except quieter and might even have more meaning, cause you get to make your own tune of it.

Status: Completed I named this collection "Muffled Voice" because the words in the following poems are those which I couldn't say out loud. 1st poetry collection: Muffled Voice 2nd poetry collection: Poetic Noise Achieved first place in Wattpad Selenic Awards. All the poems are originally written by me. The graphics used in the book do not belong to me, unless stated otherwise. You may not like some poems as some of them were written when I was new to writing. ⚠NOTE: Two poems are not mine. *.Sτɾσηɠ ρσωεɾ τɧαηκ γσμ.*