This piece from Margins of the First Draft is a letter — to my mother, to myself, to anyone who has ever survived the deep seas of emotion. A small reflection on love, poetry, mental health, and the beauty of feeling everything deeply. (Authors Note) 5. Mother, look...
emotional writing
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry and reflections on first love, memory, and the soul.Sometimes, a glance says everything that poetry tries to capture. (Authors Note) 4. “His Eyes” was her favourite poem His eyes If that was not...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry and personal thoughts on love, memory, and inspiration.Here, I wonder about the quiet hope of making someone eternal through art. (Authors Note) 3. And she was afraid of him fading So,...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of personal poetry and raw reflections.Here, I wonder whether words alone could ever set someone on fire, or at least, leave a little ghost behindA little magic. A little haunting.(Authors Note Here) 2. a...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago.When I opened the first draft again on my computer, I wondered — what can I do with it now? I wanted to keep the poems.But I also had this deep desire to add something more.To...
Short Story-The Silence Between Us(In love with a Dead Poet)
I feel like I have nothing left to write these days. Instead of creating, I’ve been sitting on my bed in a vegetative state, guilt accumulating with every sip of wine I take. I know I should be writing—or doing something, anything. Sometimes, I catch myself simply waiting for nightfall, just so I can curl up and pretend to sleep, though occasionally, I find myself fantasizing instead.
Short Story – Absence (In love with a Dead Poet)
Any words I manage to put down feel dull and meaningless—especially compared to you, or the kind of love and admiration that has been, is, and always will be within me. I have carried it with pride, deep within my heart, shielded from the harsh realities of this world. Sometimes it feels like the purest thing I’ve ever known; other times, it feels as though I’ve sold my soul to this love, just to feel anything at all. Believe me, in the darkest times of my youth, it was the light I clung to. It was the hope that, at the end of the line, you would be there—waiting for me, arms wide open, welcoming me into the light with your embrace.I felt your absence more deeply than I have ever felt anything before.
Short Story – His Eyes Were a Poem (Romance and all that)
Frozen in place, I stood there as if time itself had stopped, while the poem was fixated on me. Never in my life had I felt such insignificance in my own existence.
While my desires and admirations were fighting over what was left of me, his face was expressionless. The eyes that harbored the warmest of my feelings were cold, like those of a killer.
Short Story-Demigods are Worshipped in Wine
This night was like many others. She was preparing her space to write poetry. It was as if she was preparing to worship a God of a sort – with a bottle of Shiraz on the table and Chopin on the recorder, she set orange and cinnamon-scented candles up in her room.
Short Story – Pianoforte (Stories from here and there)
With her fingers lightly gripping the quill, the black ink smeared on her fingers and across the paper, if I may paint her clumsiness and lack of etiquette, she tried to write him another letter. But what was there for her to write about? After all, they had never met. She had seen him once from the crowd as she watched his fingers dance across the keys of a pianoforte while clutching her mother’s hand to calm her nerves.
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