Category: #Poetry
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Ashes #poetry
“You held out your hands like a bowl of frost. I curled into the pocket of your coat.” — from Ashes
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The Disassembly: A Symphony of Almosts and Forgotten Answers #poetry
“You were the postman of unsent words. I was the mailbox with a lock no one forged a key for. (We were both mistakes written in invisible ink.) Somewhere — not here, never here — you picked petals off a flower that never bloomed, chanting: love me? leave me? haunt me? heal me?” The Disassembly…
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Not the Snow, But the Hollow Space Between Bells #poetry
A poetic dive into the emotional undercurrents of New Year’s Eve—exploring time, loneliness, illusions of fresh beginnings, and the strange intimacy of asking someone else: “What is your favorite holiday?”
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City Without Doors: A Hymn for the Invisibly Awake #poetry #paris
sometimes I asked the sky— where do the truly free go when the pavement won’t let go of their feet? do they float above traffic jams and Tinder dates, or do they smuggle themselves into basements and bookshelves? and how many of them survive the crush of expectations served with bitter masala tea at the…
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Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
“Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere” is a raw and evocative exploration of love and loss, captured in fractured fragments and surreal metaphors. Each piece bleeds into the next, creating a disjointed, but intimate narrative of moments and memories — moments we never quite knew how to hold. From quiet goodbyes whispered in the spaces between…
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Yesterdays You: An Atlas of Almost-Loves and Forgotten Moments #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
You slipped through my fingers like a radio signal at the end of the world, a ghost calling from the static of every hour I didn’t spend with you. I buried the blueprint of your laughter in a time capsule marked ‘never open,’ the ground beneath it, rich with years that have never known how…
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Blueprints of Breath: When I Feel Most Productive #poetry
Productivity smells like forgotten libraries and sounds like paper tearing in all the right wrong places. Creation happens not when I plan it—but when chaos holds my hand and shouts, ‘Run!’ You ask when I feel most productive? When doubt cracks my ribs like wishbones, and I still move. Sometimes just staying alive is my…
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X-Files of Unrealized Guilt and Unfound Love (a symphony in misplaced keys) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
An unposted letter. A shipwreck never rescued. A symphony played on broken strings. In the haunted courtrooms of memory, guilt and unfound love dance in shadows we no longer dare to name. This is not a confession — it’s an afterlife.
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What Are My Favorite Emojis? #poetry
“What are your favorite emojis?” you ask, and the world unravels. Red hearts leak into question marks. Ghosts float between sighs and suns. Somewhere between the fire and the anchor, we become fragments — not lost, not found — just… translated into silent pixels pressing back.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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