What Are My WordsWorth
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It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll share with you the story of my first and only love until now.
And How he turned me into a poet.
So brace yourself for a real story, but one that I promise will captivate you. And as we journey together, I'll introduce you to the amazing friends I met along the way...
About the Poems-
This book is a collection of emotions and experiences from my teenage years. It's a journey through the uncanny, exquisite, and sometimes humorous feeling of romantic love. It's where I discovered literature and found solace in the darkest hours of the night, through words etched upon dead wood. Alongside my personal reflections, you'll find poems inspired by songs and the storylines of books.
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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"Complete![Hɪs Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ✔[#2 ɪɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ] (Under Editing)](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/221867633-256-k91976.jpg)
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_COMPLETED_ #2 in HATE Series Fabulous 😍 Cover by @weirdosaurs (I don't have any words to describe that how much I loved this cover😍) This book is sequel to I Hate Your Existence, if u haven't read that, you won't understand this book. Top Rankings #1 in wattpadindianawards #1 in watty2020 #4 in agression #5 in australia #8 in daniel #7 in possession "Why were u talking to him?" I asked gritting my teeth. I cant even think anyone near her. She is my wife. And she dont have any right to talk to other men. "I-I wa-was....mis-missing him..." her reply made me to tighten my grip on her hand. She Yelp in pain, but I dont care. She has to know that, she cant miss anybody. "Why? You should know that u r married now. You can't miss anyone. Did u take permission from me?" I yelled at her, she was missing him. I will make sure from now on she didnt get any call from this man. I know he is married. But I cant risk. "I-I m sor...sorry.." she replied, I held her jaw with my hand tightly. Tears were making their way to come out, this satisfied me. I so wanted to watch her in pain. "Ok. Now u r sorry, then let's do something so that it can satisfy me." I said looking into her eyes. "Wh-What I have to do?" She asked still confused. I smirked at her. "Kiss me. Now." I ordered her, her eyes widened at this, those tears which were drained, now started coming out again. He met her only for few hours, but he hates her to the core. He never knew he will become from a funny person to a serious man just because of her. He hates her to the extent but he didn't want her to go, where there is hate, there is possessiveness. And he can't see her go, yet he left her, because of his own sake. She was not at all an innocent girl, but she hadn't done anything to him, yet he wanted to see her in pain. ... Share this story with ur friends and support me by doing that.... Jayanti__ Started:- 23/04/2020 Completed:- 20/05/2020Complete
Coherence ✔️
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Dil Hi Toh Hai ( Completed)
"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )Complete
Some Poems that Come from the Heart by SummerCheng37
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LETTERS I NEVER SENT - A Thousand Tender Nights
I grew up in a rural village in Vietnam, in a family where my father struggled with addiction and my mother carried the heavy burden of raising six children. Deep inside, I always longed for a warm and loving home, a father to guide and protect, and a mother to nurture and comfort. As I grew older, that longing shifted into a yearning for romantic love, as my heart began to awaken to its first tender stirrings. The poems I wrote became sparks, small reflections of each stage of my life, each one carrying my search for love. They were poems never sent, born of desires I kept quietly to myself, of feelings that never grew into real relationships. These verses echo my heart, a heart that once held silence, longing, and memory, and now beats with the fire of love. Some were written long before I met the one who awakened me, yet each line carries the tenderness I have discovered in the present. As an immigrant, poetry in Vietnamese has always been my way of breathing. What you read here are my own translations, sometimes imperfect, but always honest. These poems are not just about one person, but about what it means to be alive: to long, to love beyond fear, and to speak from the soul. Now, in my forties, I understand that the image I was searching for was myself. And with that discovery, my love has not faded; it has deepened, becoming steadier and more serene. I no longer search for "him" to give this love away to. Instead, this profound love lives within me, unshakable and whole. In finding myself, I found love.
RIDA : Heartbeat Of Eternity
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The Boy She Called Her Nightmare
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I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"
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