I have not been actively posting poetry or anything for a while, partly because of time, but mostly because I think something else is happening. Something deeper and more transformative within myself… I feel like I’ve reached a point in life where my own thoughts are slowly reshaping themselves,…

The final piece of Margins of the First Draft — a quiet farewell in the form of poetry and a thank you to those who inspire, create, and keep beauty alive through art. I’m a little sad that this is the last piece of this section.Hopefully, I’ll create more in the future. This project came to life…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on the courage it takes to love, and the way love reshapes us every time. (Authors Note) 19. Acceptance But mother, Can you not see He makes my heart sing My fingers dancing on the keys of an old Dusty Pianoforte, Out of tune…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on the creative battle between vulnerability, raw emotion, and the desire to hit harder through poetry. (Authors Note) 18. Digging her own Grave ” Yes, writing poems about him… was a luxury… I couldn’t afford” Poetry on…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on undying love, theatrical heartbreak, and the emotional writing that keeps memories alive. (Authors Note) 17. Realization her love won’t die And so I have been doomed, to walk this earth Without my love by my side, Cursed to…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on how heartbreak can turn into melodrama, art, and a little wild beauty through emotional writing. (Authors Note) 16.For love to let her go Oh Dear Lord At this state, A knife Straight into this heart of mine Would be an act…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on emotional writing, longing, and the desire to preserve fleeting feelings through art. (Authors Note) 15. In Desperation she cried What is the worth of my love If I can not paint the city walls With the colour of his eyes…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on how love changes us, challenges us, and sometimes quietly saves us.Emotional writing about transformation through love and loss. (Authors Note) 14. Her heart was eating her alive Oh God, oh Mother, I pray to thee Please…

Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about feeling deeply, carrying small childhood truths, and turning them into honest writing. (Authors Note) 13. Foolish girl My foolish heart, Like my mothers favorite vase Plummeting from the shelf I could not reach…

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on heartbreak, vulnerability, and the messy beauty of moving forward, even when the words get stuck. (Authors Note) 12. He was the sea And there was I Trembling My love was A fierce tempest ravaging my heart Shaken, my world…

This is a short story of mine born from a night of listening to Chopin’s Nocturnes on repeat. It’s a short story about a 14-year-old girl, dreaming beyond her station, writing letters to a man she’s seen only once—an old pianist whose fingers moved…

“Master of Escapism” is a short story about a poet who lives her life in daydreams, preferring fantasy over reality. The story explores mental health, maladaptive daydreaming, and dissociation, where anything but reality offers comfort. Space for…

“Lady in-Between” is a short story about a single mother of four coping with the loss of her husband to suicide. The story reveals her internal struggles as she watches her children play, caught between grief and survival. This short story explores…