It was my love always forcing me to get the book “A dew chimes” printed. So finally, it’s done. A dew chimes is published as
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After a long while, a poetry wrote me I was hibernating in a misty forest while the words were delineating the unheard rhythm of my
An interview… For poetry being taken to an anthology!! So honored to be one among the great poets/writers of Volume 2 – Reflections & Revelations.
I didn’t mean to unfriend you.. I can still hear your soul seeking mine, the vibes of soul connections but I lack that courage to
A trillion words are whirling in my head behind a non-syllabic lyric called silence. But it is in you my soul feels the poetry which
Don’t try to understand me I’m beyond your passing fantasies Don’t try to judge me I don’t need your validations Don’t try to play with
She loved the sky, all of its tones. But she could rarely watch the sky. As she was having a thick canopy of dense forest
No matter how imperfect we are, and unmatching we are I can not give up on you. If you too felt it.. When I saw
People ask me, how much will you get from book sales And I reply “lots of happiness & loads of smile“ Being recognized.. Being read..
Yesterday I walked in the woods in a moonlit night seeking nothing, but just immersing in. … And then I heard the Moon asking ‘what
When I love, I love like I just met him yesterday and I’ve never been hurt.. When I love, I love like He is the
A part of my poem loves deep conversations while the silent part of it never ends…So tell me if I become a poem what will
Words are the bushes which bloom a poetry in silence, like flowers! Here is a letter to you from a dew heart.. Poem titled “Blooming
Welcome to wordsandnotion’s newsletter! Reflecting you Bleeding out the intoxicated me, I write for us. A huge thanks to all who have supported and encouraged
Dear readers and writers, Thank you so much for your kind support in my writing journey. It means the world to me! But have you
An exciting update on A dew chimes. It’s finally there. A dew chimes, my very first poetry book is out now. Finally I get to
1. Every time I try to untouch the tides of trauma the same oceanic depths of grief grabs my empty oyster shells on the shore
Some hurt us twice as we don’t learn We forgive and treat them the same while they don’t deserve to have the ‘old-you’ again. We
I don’t miss you, but I miss your vibes I miss the connection I thought I can vibe on my own I thought I can
claws of emptiness she is hanging on like a lost dandelion silence lingering I dislike it between us you need me, as I rustle of