Echoes and Pulse: A Poetry Collection

My pen had always scribbled from the ink of imagination, writing fiction and stories I've always longed to read. But I never would've imagined, I'd write from experience. To write through blood... through pain and tears... through anger and grief, was the last door I'd ever reach for. But it opened just for me.

I never imagined I'd write poems, not about death, not about grief... not about a face I miss and can't wait too long to go back to sleep to see. No, not too soon like this.

I'm not a poet, but here I am writing poetry. Hoping it would be another journey, but this time... to heal.

And I do hope, that when I visit this book after a long time, I'd be somewhere better.

And somehow better.