Raindrops قصص

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

In every rain, memories flicker. While raindrops keep pouring into melancholic moment, I saw her standing in the middle of silence. And when the rain stopped, the smell of the petrichor covered between us. She's there beneath it all.

She doesn't fall in love ..... she controls love ...... Moon se-rin ....... . . . Inspired by Dear X

မမနှင်း၏ ဘဝစည်းချက်ထဲတွင် နွယ်သည် ခေါင်းစဉ်တပ်စရာမလိုသော၊ အနှောင့်အယှက်မဖြစ်စေသော တိုးညှင်းသည့် စည်းချက်ကလေးတစ်ခုအဖြစ်သာ တိတ်တဆိတ် စီးမျောနေချင်ခဲ့သည်။

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When the rain started, what do you feel? Siguro ang iba sa'tin ay masaya, humihigop ng kape o kumakain ng sopas na niluto pa ng kanilang nanay habang pinagmamasdan ang bawat patak ng ulan o hindi kaya payapa ang tulog pero sa lagay ni Summer there's no peace of mind when the rain started. 2019 published on deleted fb July 1, 2022- published on watty August 6, 2023-first revision February 28, 2026-2nd revision

He wasn't supposed to see her again. Not after everything burned to ashes, not after he buried that part of his life deep beneath Moscow's frozen silence. But one glimpse-just one-through the blur of city traffic, and she was there. Her face, a memory he never managed to forget. Her eyes, the ghost that still kept him awake. For years, he's watched her from afar-quietly, carefully, dangerously. Not out of love. Not entirely. Because sometimes obsession doesn't start with desire-it starts with a memory that refuses to fade. And now that he's back... she's about to learn that some ghosts never stop following you. He's the kind of man you notice twice - once because you feel his presence before you see him, and again because you wish you hadn't. Born in Russia, the heir of the Morozov legacy. Mikhail Morozov, raised in silence and scars, he learned early that the world doesn't reward softness. He speaks little, but when he does, his words cut clean - precise, deliberate, dangerous. He moves like someone who's always calculating, never surprised. The kind of man whose calmness makes you uneasy. There's something about him that doesn't belong anywhere - not in the light, not in love, not even in the life he's trying to rebuild. But the moment he saw her again, everything he had buried began to surface. The danger, the desire, the memories - all of it. Now, he's not chasing her. He's remembering her... and that might be even worse.

a poem that remains unspoken, but forever be written.

Three months after the initial outbreak swept through Arizona, he was utterly alone. Quite a short period of time to lose everything. No neighbors, no family, no friends. Nobody. For all he knows, he could be the last kid alive. This is the story of an unlucky boy who is fighting the entire world to keep his life and his humanity.

My collection of poems of different poetic forms. Especially, the Japanese Tanka and Haiku forms, with some sonnets thrown in.

A Collection of Poems That Paint My World For You To See.

all the drops that rained in September found their reflection dancing in a puddle

In the cold embrace of Kandy, countless love stories quietly breathe beneath the mist. From a hidden past, a fresh miracle begins to flow again - drifting gently through the scent of lavender... Hearts once separated by the boundaries of time will one day meet through the wonder of fate. ........................................................................................... She is the modern-day Rapunzel, whose lavender-colored pages are filled with fragrance and whose heart finds comfort in the eyes that live within her soul - Dahara Thulashi Wijenayake (Savi). He is the young man whose life was unexpectedly transformed by chance, entangled like a painting carried away by the wind, searching for his little Rapunzel - Meedum Meghana Shakya Gunawardena (Megh). ............................................................................................ This is their story of samsara - a tale written across lifetimes. Though destined to meet, will destiny grant them each other? A secret they do not yet know still hides among the misty clouds of Hanthana... Whispers in the Mist - A story of memory, reunion, and love written in the fog.

Rain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know, it's a shorter title than usual. I'm trying to cut down on the length.

The raindrops were like tears falling from the sky, as Cry stood on the edge of the bridge, contemplating the end of her pain. Will Cry choose to step back from the edge and start the journey towards healing, or will she give in to the darkness that threatens to consume her?

words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.

Cade enjoys each day, even when things make him sad

For the love of rain, literally. Vivid and colourless memories. Traumatised and heartbroken. Eunjoo, a lady in her youth, felt numb from everything. But to her, this man she met, she felt as if they were alike. Something about them were so similar yet so different, at the same time.

"Dahil sa tuwing umuulan ikaw naalala ko at ang sakit sakit na" mga salita binitawan niya bago umalis sa harap ko at tuluyan nang naglaho.

Zoe Petal is a high-school student. Her best-friend model Zayn Malik has had a crush on her for 4 years. One day when a new boy comes to school, Zoe finds her self crushing on him. Harry Styles. This is the tale of two loves. Who will she choose? The new drop-dead gorgeous lover-boy or the sweet and caring best-friend Zayn Malik? OR will she realise something that she's known all along?