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Please text me back ( Poem )

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In the realm of waiting, where what-ifs intertwine,
A guy steps into the scene, stirring emotions, with a complex design.
As I check my phone, my emotions are careening,
A tempestuous storm, a turbulent scene.

Minutes crawl by in a slow-motion show,
Anticipation lingers for a simple “hello.”
The silence disrupted, a palpable suspense,
Each moment is pregnant, with immense potential.

Overthinking takes the stage, a mind in replay,
Past conversations are scrutinized, in this waiting array.
Words dissected, nuances under the spotlight,
A mental drama, unfolding in the quiet.

Self-doubt knocks loud, an unwelcome guest,
Thoughts battling within, an internal unrest.
A battleground of doubts, a war of the mind,
In this waiting game, no solace to find.

Coping tricks were attempted, but falling short,
The waiting game is a challenging sport.
Strategies unravel in the ticking of the clock,
Emotions entangled in a relentless deadlock.

The phone stays silent, with no message in sight,
Relief plays hide-and-seek in the shroud of the night.
A void of reassurance, a vacuum of sound,
As unanswered pings echo all around.

Realization hits, clear as the day’s gleam,
Some folks aren’t worth the waiting dream.
Epiphany’s light, a beacon so bright,
Guiding through uncertainties, dispelling the night.

Connecting the dots, lessons unfold,
Understanding triggers, stories retold.
Communication is key, bridges may burn,
Journeys end, but lessons are earned.

In the conclusion’s breath, a truth so plain,
Not everyone’s worth the waiting pain.
Freedom found in letting go,
Heart set free from the ebb and flow.

Some people, my friend, aren’t worth the glee,
In the realm of waiting, emotions unravel, you see.
A story of patience, nerves in transit,
As the phone stays silent, a lesson is implicit.

Not everyone’s worth the endless trials,
In the tapestry of waiting, where emotion prevails.
So let courage be the guide, a compass so true,
To navigate the waiting, with strength anew.

In this tale of waiting, where emotions weave,
Threads of anticipation in the wind, they heave.
As the phone stays silent, a lesson unfolds,
Not everyone’s worth the stories waiting holds.

So yeah , I think the poem is quite self explanatory !!!!

After a long and emotionally exhausting wait, I have come to the realization that some people don’t deserve the effort and mental anguish endured in waiting for their response. The frustration of waiting on a text that may never come can be a daunting experience.

Overthinking, self-doubt, and coping mechanisms are all part of the waiting game. However, after going through all of this, I have come to understand that not everyone is worth the wait. Some people just don’t deserve the starring role in your waiting game.

It’s time to let go and embrace the freedom that comes with it. Life is too short to wait for those who don’t appreciate your time. As I move on from this chapter, I am excited about the new beginnings that await me. It’s time to enjoy life and not worry about unreturned texts. Cheers to living, breathing, and enjoying the freedom that comes with letting go.

I wrote this message but I haven’t received a response yet. I have a feeling that the person may not reply .

Not every story has an ending. This one doesn’t either. The ending is me realizing not everyone deserves your attention.

(p.s. Any resemblance to any living creature is purely coincidental, don’t come at me )😂😂

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What I eat in a day??( Indian edition)

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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m completely obsessed with those “What I Eat in a Day” videos on YouTube. You know the ones I’m talking about, right? Where people meticulously document every morsel of food that passes their lips throughout the day and such good aesthetics.

There’s just something fascinating about seeing what others eat, and I can’t get enough of it. So, I thought it was high time I shared my “What I eat In a day ” – South Indian version.

Buckle up, folks, Fasten your seatbelts because this is going to be one delicious ride!

**Morning Dosa (Rice Crepe) Delight:**

My day always kicks off with a bang, thanks to my morning dose of dosa (rice crepe)! It’s not just any dosa; it’s the South Indian wonder that’s crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Moreso, like my heart !!! I’ve got my dosa batter down to a science. It’s a perfect blend of rice and urad dal (lentils) that’s been fermenting overnight, creating that distinct tangy flavour.
It’s like love at first sight and the child of a perfect union!!
I spread out the batter on a hot tava, making sure it’s thin and even, and then watch the magic happen. The edges start to crisp up, and when it’s golden brown, I know it’s time to flip. The sizzle and that irresistible aroma make mornings worth waking up for.
It’s my drug , figuratively and literally!!
But, I’m no purist; I love experimenting with dosa fillings. My personal favourite is a potato masala stuffing with a hint of spice. The dosa, crispy yet yielding, wraps around the spicy filling like a warm hug on a cold winter night.A dollop of coconut chutney and a drizzle of sambar (a spicy lentil-based soup) complete the picture. There’s something about the combination of flavours and textures that puts me in a good mood every day!

It’s mouthwatering!!!!

Dosa with Chutney



**Lunch: Rice, Dal (Lentil Curry), and Salad Sensation:**

Lunchtime is when I aim for a perfect balance. I prepare a generous serving of fluffy white rice. That’s my canvas. On one side, I ladle out some piping hot dal (lentil curry), usually made with toor dal or moong dal. The subtle spices and herbs in the dal infuse the entire plate with warm comfort.
It’s my comfort food, especially when I am working and I don’t have time to prepare food. It’s my go-to meal.
But it’s not all about indulgence. I always add a side of fresh, crispy salad. A mix of colourful vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots. Toss in some greens for good measure – lettuce, spinach, whatever I have on hand. It’s all about that crunch and the refreshing contrast to the hearty dal and rice.

For a little extra flair, I might sprinkle some toasted cumin seeds or garnish with cilantro. It’s the kind of meal that makes you feel nourished and content without feeling weighed down.

Rice dal and salad ( it’s not aesthetic, but that’s what I eat)



**Dinner: Roti (Indian Flatbread) with Kadai  Chicken :**

Dinner is when I take a different route, often in the form of roti (Indian flatbread) paired with a spicy, flavorful kadai  chicken. Roti is my canvas this time. I roll out the dough, making sure it’s just the right thickness, and then cook it on a hot tava until it puffs up like a balloon.

The star of the dinner show, though, is the kadai  chicken. This dish is a blend of tender chicken pieces cooked with tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and a myriad of spices. The flavours are a rollercoaster ride for the taste buds. It’s a fiery combination that I adore. It’s amazing how the simplicity of roti can be a perfect partner for the bold flavours of this dish.

Dinner is a bit more indulgent, but that’s what makes it a delightful way to wrap up the day.

**Snacking Sensation:**

In between meals, I like to keep things light with some healthy snacks. Nuts, fruits, or maybe some yoghurt are my go-to. I’m not one to shy away from a bit of dark chocolate if I need a little pick-me-up.

**The Sweet Endings:**

I do have a sweet tooth, so no day is complete without a little indulgence. It might be a piece of homemade chocolate chip banana bread or a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, a bowl of fresh fruit with a drizzle of honey does the trick. It’s a sweet ending to a day filled with deliciousness.

**The Takeaway:**

I’ve always believed that food is not just about fueling the body; it’s about feeding the soul. Each meal is a chance to savour the flavours, textures, and love that goes into preparing it. What I eat in a day is a reflection of my ever-evolving culinary journey. It’s a mix of comfort, experimentation, and sheer enjoyment.

So, there you have it, a sneak peek into what I eat in a day. It’s a mix of tradition and experimentation, comfort and spice, and a whole lot of flavour. Whether it’s the comforting dosa (rice crepe) in the morning, the balanced lunch, the indulgent dinner, or the sweet endings, each meal has its special place in my heart.

And as my obsession with “What I Eat in a Day” videos continues, I can’t help but appreciate the diversity of our food choices. Food truly is a universal language, and sharing our daily food adventures is a delightful way to connect. So, what’s on your plate today? Share your food journey, and let’s celebrate the deliciousness of life together!

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Lost Love : Poetic Farewell to My Crush

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Dear crush,
I have some words to weave,
So that I can let you finally leave,
We met as mutuals,
We clicked instantly, the timing a bit unusual,
We texted long convos nothing like my usual,
I wish I could just put everything back to neutral.


Emotions, feelings I tried to make it hush,
Yet it seemed something that I couldn’t brush,
And then you become my internet crush.
Weirdly enough making me all time blush,
And  you made me feel all the romantic  rush.


You made me feel comfortable in my skin,
Acquaintance or friend, I didn’t know where to sink in,
I wanted it to be something more,
You were something that I have never had before.


I pretended to be unbothered but I was scared,
Because it was all new and I was unprepared.
You were the scintilla And your eyes bought me that,
It used to lighten up my darkest nights,
A glimpse of a text, I glimmer,
Used to help me shine even brighter,
Battling my insecurities and the dark thoughts I was in,
Yet you were never mine to begin.


I was my free annoying sarcastic self with you,
You were everything wonderful, perfect, and true.
Our conversations kept me alive and shining,
Till you found me annoying.
I never intended that but it came to that point,
From your viewpoint, I was a disappoint.


I finally moved away from the city,
I wish there was no nitty gritty,
Yet we were somewhere in touch,
Months passed and everything in me screamed
I wasn’t good enough
Maybe withholding from making a move
But for you, I wanted to make an improve
We talked., I wanted to know you so much more
That I stayed for you to open up
I patiently waiting for your nothing to turn into my sup
I knew it was difficult, you had your issues
But I was always ready with my tissues.


But somewhere in the weird what-if scenarios
I knew I could do that, highly optimistic
But boy was I wrong, I wasn’t realistic
You were closed off and shut me off
Yet I tried harder to break through your shell
Though I knew in you somewhere I fell.
Then I moved back to the city,
And you asked us to meet,
I was happy and cynical and giddy.
It never happened ,I was devastated..


Everything got complicated ,yet I waited,
But I consoled myself telling it was okay,
Maybe someday?
Until there wouldn’t be, as I lashed out on you,
You called me annoying and finally, I broke down.


Days later I apologized yet I knew something in us was broken.
We were never going back to being friends,
I knew this is exactly where it ends.
Days later I realized, did I know you at all??
Maybe I didn’t, I just indulged myself in too many scenarios..


I thought I knew you.
I knew a tiny part of you, which I m grateful,
But today I m heartbroken.
I m away from the city, conversations playing in my head,
Waiting for this moment to never come,
My breathing is heavy and broken,
As I write this ,as my grief speaks in poetry unspoken,
But I m kissing my memories with teary-eyed
I have too many words to tell yet I am all numb and heartbroken


As goodbyes I know can never be outspoken or forespoken.
Yet not letting you go
But I know I have to let you go
So this is the letter i weave,
Because I m not the princess in your story.


I walked in your path and had my world collide,
I m glad I did because it’s a labyrinth.
Even if right now, my sorrow is significant,
Bearing it makes me crushed and mystified,
But I don’t want all this to be Trapped inside,


Because in this process I found me,
The writer and character, the setting, and the plot
But I will nevertheless miss you
You were my story to weave
Hence I take my leave……

Hey there,

I wanted to take a moment to chat about this poem and the whole ‘crush’ thing. Pouring my heart out like this wasn’t just cathartic, it was a real eye-opener.

Having a crush, it turns out, is a bit like stumbling upon a hidden gem. It makes you feel alive, a little giddy, and yeah, sometimes even a tad frustrated. Putting pen to paper, or rather fingers to keys, helped me make sense of it all.

See, a crush isn’t just a passing fancy. It’s a little spark that reminds us we’re capable of feeling deeply. And penning this down? It’s like freezing a moment in time, a souvenir from this rollercoaster ride of emotions.

So, here’s to crushing, to feeling, and to embracing every wild twist and turn. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.

Cheers,

(Ps All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

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8 Haikus: My Liberation In Books

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1
Classic tales of yore,
In books, we can explore,
Timeless wisdom’s store.

2
Words like whispered dreams,
In books, reality gleams,
Life’s complex schemes.

3
From cover to close,
A story’s journey it shows,
In words, the heart glows.

4
Mysteries concealed,
In the pages, truths revealed,
In books, we are healed.

5
Language’s sweet art,
In books, we find every part,
Of the human heart.

6
Each chapter’s new start,
In the library, we depart,
To worlds set apart.

7
Through the writer’s view,
In books, we’re born anew,
Each page, a world to pursue.

8
At day’s quiet end,
In books, our minds transcend,
Time, we comprehend.

In libraries vast,
Silent stories, memories cast,
A future and a past.

10
Fiction’s sweet refrain,
Characters dance in the brain,
In books, we remain.

11
History’s embrace,
In the volumes, we can trace,
Humanity’s face.

12
Verse and prose unite,
In the bound words, we find light,
Day turns into night.

13
Shelf upon shelf, bound,
In books, wisdom is found,
Worlds without a bound.

14
Turn a page and find,
A new world, a different mind,
In books, we’re entwined.

15
Ancient scrolls and more,
Books are windows to explore,
Knowledge to implore.

16
Fantasy unfurls,
In tales of knights and ancient worlds,
Adventure calls.

Okkk , now I am obsessed with haikus !!!

I almost wrote 30 haikus in a dayyyy

Can you believe that !!!

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Haiku (Day 2)

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1.
In libraries vast,
Books whisper secrets of old,
Tales forever told.

2.
Pages turn with grace,
Ink and paper interlace,
Worlds in each embrace.

3.
Cover’s artistry,
Invites curiosity,
A world to foresee.

4.
Knowledge unfurling,
In the pages, worlds are twirling,
Learning’s sweet swirling.

5.
Between shelves I stand,
Bound by stories, a book in hand,
My escape is planned.

6.
From dawn until dusk,
In books, I place my trust,
Words, my treasure trove.

7.
Spine creased with love,
Worn pages rise like a dove,
Thoughts from above.

8.
Whispers of the past,
In dusty tomes they’re cast,
Time’s shadows contrast.

9.
Library’s delight,
Books transport us through the night,
Imagination’s flight.



Haiku, with its roots in Japanese tradition, has a unique charm. As I explored this poetic form, I realized that it’s not just about words; it’s about capturing moments, emotions, and the essence of life itself.
I found beauty in nature, fleeting moments, and subtle emotions that often go unnoticed. Haiku is like a lens that sharpens our perception of the world.

I’d like to extend an invitation to all of you. Try your hand at haiku; it’s an enchanting and enjoyable creative exercise.

Explore the world around you, embrace the simplicity, and distill your thoughts into this concise form of poetry.

Share your haikus with friends, family, or even on social media,and comment down below and let’s celebrate the beauty of these small poetic gems together.

Haiku is not just a form of art; it’s a way to appreciate life’s many facets in a few, carefully chosen words.

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Book Review – Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

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Can you believe it ???

Ugly Love was my first Colleen Hoover book and Here I am writing a review for the same.
The synopsis for the book is as follows:
When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

My First Colleen Hoover Book:
“Ugly Love” marked my claim into the world of Colleen Hoover, an author whose name I’d heard countless times from friends, books and fellow book enthusiasts. It was only a matter of time before I gave in to the temptation to dive into one of her bestsellers. The temptation was real.
I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but I was ready for the journey. I was excited and nervous for some unknown reason and the book didn’t disappoint one bit.

Love, Pain, and Second Chances:
From the very first page, I was captivated by the pull of “Ugly Love.” Hoover’s storytelling is as engaging as it is emotional and raw. She explores the complexities of human relationships and emotions in a way that feels incredibly real and relatable. Moreso in a way it’s humane.
Tate and Miles’ story is one of love, pain, heartbreak and the possibility of second chances, and I found myself completely immersed in their world.
I felt like everything deserved a new beginning.

Miles Archer, a broken and closed-off airline pilot, and Tate Collins, a nursing student with her own set of issues, are two characters who couldn’t be more different on the surface. Kinda like opposites attract !! Still, their undeniable attraction draws them together, leading to an arrangement that’s purely physical but laden with emotional complexity. As they navigate the intricacies of their arrangement, we see their layers peel away, revealing the damaged souls beneath.
They weren’t the fairy tale prince and princess which made them more real.
They felt like real people with issues and that made me like them more.

Emotional Rollercoaster:
What struck me most about “Ugly Love” is the emotional rollercoaster it took me on. Hoover’s writing has a way of evoking raw and powerful emotions. I laughed with the characters in their moments of joy, and I cried with them in their moments enough  that my set of tissues was done
This book, despite being my first Hoover experience, assured me that I was in the hands of a gifted storyteller.

The depth of the character’s emotional turmoil, especially Miles, is portrayed with a sensitivity that touched my heart. Miles’s past is a well-guarded secret, and as it slowly unravels, the pain he carries becomes almost palpable. The complexity of his character, and the depth of his suffering, made me root for him, even when his flaws were glaring.
I also hated him but when I knew his reasons, he is my favourite book hero now!!!.

Tate is a strong and compassionate character who adds a layer of warmth and hope to the story. Her patience and understanding in the face of Miles’s emotional turbulence are admirable. As their relationship develops, you can’t help but want them to find a way to heal each other.

A Gripping Plot:
The plot of “Ugly Love” is beautifully constructed, with each chapter revealing more about the characters and their pasts. Hoover has a way of keeping you hooked, turning pages to uncover the next piece of the puzzle. The slow-burning romance between Tate and Miles is both scorching and tender, making their journey from physical attraction to something more profound incredibly satisfying.
Also, their relationship and make-outs are hot super hot.

Themes of Forgiveness and Healing:
Forgiveness and healing are central themes in “Ugly Love.” The book beautifully explores how past traumas and regrets can weigh down a person, preventing them from truly living. It shows that, with the right support and love, it’s possible to find a way back from the darkest places.

The portrayal of Miles’s journey toward self-forgiveness and emotional healing is poignant and resonated deeply with me. It serves as a reminder that we all carry our burdens and scars, and there’s hope for redemption and love, even when it feels unattainable.

Favourite Quotes:
Now, as promised, here are a few of my favourite quotes from “Ugly Love”:

1. “Love isn’t always pretty. Sometimes, it’s messy. Sometimes, it’s complicated. Sometimes, it’s downright ugly.”
2. “It’s all in the view. That’s what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you’d better make every second count.”
3. “The thing is, I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore. I’m not running from my past. I’m not hiding. And I’m not afraid. I’m just not willing to put myself in a position to get hurt again.”

In conclusion, “Ugly Love” by Colleen Hoover is a breathtaking journey through love, pain, and healing. It’s a book that left me emotionally stirred, and I’m grateful for my introduction to Hoover’s remarkable storytelling. If you haven’t experienced her work yet, “Ugly Love” is a compelling place to start. It’s a story that will resonate with anyone who’s ever loved, lost, and hoped for a second chance at happiness.

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Ugly Love: A Novel

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Poem on Journey ( Day 2 )

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Don’t take it serious; life’s so mysterious.
With aid indifferent and imperious,
Leading to a stroke of mad poetic thoughts to make it confute and curious,
We keep it to ourselves, with nobody else around to make us delirious,
From being confused ,or just being vicious.
Reality an antonym of being luxurious.

Years of learning, still never got it right from the start,
Incurious to the criteria which set that apart
All the little efforts were never too serious
Was termed delirium and oblivious.
On the mic of life, leave that to the experienced they say
Yet dreams reality and illusions just being a gateway
Scars and broken wings were never a full stop,
In the book of life to stand at the top.
The remedy always being the experience
That being the dangerous liaison
For ages a bane or a boon lays upon.

Let the Summer in eyes not turn to winter
Partake as it all transforms to stone.
And let the wounds be a bygone .
As mortal as dreams of our own.

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Changes in Spring

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In the gentle, warm embrace of spring, .
It sparked a new life, a strange pursuit.
Flowers burst in a riot of colors, .
When nature wakes up from hibernation.

The sun goes up, the days grow longer,
We are all part of this rhythm of renewal.
The flowers burst in delicate grace, .
A moment of hope, a sticky embrace.

Robin’s song fills the morning air, .
A desire for happiness, unmatched.
The fields are grass and lush green, .
Beauty everywhere, a must-see.

Leaves begin to sprout from the bare trees, .
A whisper of life, no doubt.
The floral scent is sweet and very gentle.
As nature designs and harmonizes landscapes.

The bees dance in the gentle breeze, .
Between flowers and leaves, not so hard.
The bees gather pollen and sing,
Everything in this world in reincarnation has passed away.

The rivers are crystal clear.
The essence of life flows, without fear.
Animals wake up from hibernation, .
They are blessed with spring renewal.

Children laugh and play in the sun,
Their happy, harmonious voices.
As the winter hold strength provides the grip, .
A new chapter of life begins to unfold.

So, embrace this moment, pure and divine, .
A valuable sign of nature’s renewal.
hope, change, the infinite art of life, .
The beauty of spring always warms the heart.

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Unveiling the Remarkable Journey of Poestory Porium: A Rollercoaster Ride from 0 to 717 Subscribers

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It’s been an adventurous ride, hasn’t it? Six months ago, I launched into this journey known as Poestory Porium, not knowing where it would lead. Today, as I look back on the 37 posts, 3000 likes, 736 comments and a developing family of 717 subscribers, I can’t describe how I feel, I am eternally grateful for each one of you who has been a part of this enlightening experience.
It has been a journey, a journey of highs and lows, a journey of scribbling down my thoughts and venting out, dealing with hate and getting overwhelmed with love, doubting myself to having people to turn back to and everything in between.

Initially, I used to do those month-to-month target blogs, setting goals and milestones for myself. But sooner or later, I stopped. It felt like I changed into being pretentious, focusing more on numbers than the genuine connection and love I received from you, my readers.

However, as I approach this 6-month anniversary, it deserves a pause and I guess a pat on my back I also need to take a second to celebrate not just the numbers, but the human beings behind them—, you guys! You’ve been my consistent guide, my cheerleader, and my core strength to keep going. For those who’ve been here on account from the start, you’ve witnessed the evolution of Poestory Porium, and for that, I’m without a doubt thankful.

This journey was anything but eventful and it opened a lot of doors, some to amazing people, others to vengeful hatred.
But that’s where you learn, learn to pick yourself up, brush aside your fears and pick up the sword, in this case, your pen.
Some days it became too much but I focused on the good side and I strived I guess and here I am !!!!
I should probably write an ebook. What say?

We are diverting again !! My numbers on the outside look phenomenal but if you scrutinize my views, they have not grown as explosively as they did in the early months.  Why you would ask? Burnout. Am I angry or disturbed? Hell no. I am happy with my blog. Life occurs, and I wanted a break. For nearly two months, I rarely published anything. But I want you to know that I’m back again, and I’m right here to stay. Your unwavering aid is what fuels my ardour for writing and sharing with the beautiful community.
Why am I telling you this? Burnout is real and I don’t want to write for the sake of views because they wouldn’t reach your hearts.
So it’s okay to play the long game, it’s okay to take a pause and it’s okay to not grow exponentially. It took me some time to realise baby steps matter and we take one day at a time.


What’s my favourite piece you would ask??
There are quite a few!!

[Goodbye, My Crush]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/goodbye-my-crush/);

A heartfelt imaginery poem where I said good-bye to a crush , it felt good to write via imagination and develop characters accordingly.
It’s one of my favourite poems

[Has reading lost it’s  Charm ](https://poestoryporium.blog/has-reading-lost-its-charm/)
It’s one of my first rant and it’s effortlessly painted how I felt like reading is being forgotten !!
I loved how it turned out ; raw real and unfiltered.

Now the big question? How much did I earn??? I only recently got AdSense approval so not much, but I am happy!!! Poestory Porium isn’t about creating wealth; it’s about doing what I love and optimistically making a little money alongside the manner.
Would I say no to money? Hell no!!
However, if you do want to support me, you can buy me a coffee or share it with your friends!!!! )

So, as I celebrate this 6-month milestone, I need to express my innermost gratitude to every one of you who has supported me. You’ve been here via the highs and lows, and I admire your faith in me and my phrases.

Here’s to many extra months and milestones in advance, as we undertake this journey collectively. Thank you for not giving up on me, and I promise to bring you more heartfelt poems, stories, and musings. Still keeping it as real and raw as it can get !!
Do drop your suggestions in the comment box, I would appreciate it!!

Signing off

With a heartfelt thank you,
Poestoryporium💛💛


In case , you are wondering where to read the previous milestone blogs , i m attaching the links under 0!!!! Do give it a read

– [30 Days, 14 Posts, 279 Fam, 1000 Likes, 6000 Views]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6000-views/https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6)

[Reflecting on the 60-Day Journey: Celebrating 13268 Views, 1669 Likes, 382 Comments, and 440 Followers]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/reflecting-on-the-60-day-journey-celebrating-13268-views-1669-likes-382-comments-and-440-followers/)

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Dear Crush

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I have a tale to unfold.
Of feelings , fierce and uncontrolled,
Of thoughts through the mortal lips that must be told
I know it might explode, but I am not that bold.


So here it is, my love, you make me blush,
It was everything like the teen crush.
You are my favorite prose, a symphony of chaos and emotions.
You were my Romeo.
How you won me over, we will never know.


I saw my world in greys, yet you were my unicorn.
But for you, I guess I was a thorn.
Now it’s a fleeting dream; it’s faded.
My thoughts are no longer invaded.
Okay, I’m lying on some days, but most days it’s shaded.


But I’m hurting, with echoes of what I thought I had.
Of imagination and pain being embedded in my existence.
My crush will forever be a crush.
Never for you to know, only for the world to hush


We went from texting hours to meetings, and then you disappeared.
I read too much into your sentences.
I never knew we had differences.
Every hurt I felt became a mosaic.
Yet everything feels foreign and archaic.


I want to work on my art—the art of heartache.
Because I need to do it for my own sake.
I want to write a prose piece on perseverance.
I need my crush to go on clearance.
I want you as a distant memory.
A faint sound on a chapter I read
But not like this, unrequited love, instead


The truth and reality are very clear.
It was a predestined path, dear.
Threads of destiny weave our story.
Our pieces don’t intend to fit.
Anyway, fairytale endings are too glorious.
However, our ending was raw, real, and lit.


I’m grateful to you, yeah. The chapter is done.
But now my stories have begun.
My crush was a lesson in disguise.
To teach me lessons of resilience and heartache.
To make me a little more wise


My dear crush, you were my Romeo.
In life’s ballad, but a sentence, not a chapter
You etched my soul, but you had no control.
But I have a story to weave after
So with a wounded heart, renewed courage
I go into life again, far from being discouraged.
Taking a sip of life’s vicissitudes,
In an unknown terrain, latitude and longitude
You, my crush, are the end of my chapter.
Thanks to you, I’m focused on what I’m after
 
Thanks…
Yours in heartache and healing
 
 
 
 

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“Turning Haters into Motivators: My Journey of Rising from Hate”**

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I know I was M.I.A from writing and wordpress.Honestly the last month was haunting and filled with pain and loss . I found writing and publishing meaningless because every post I used to post , the hate comments would swirl in .


I agree hate is a reminder that you are growing in your writing journey but it got overwhelming for me

And I stopped writing. But my friends pulled me out of that spiral and I am so grateful that I have such amazing people.

So now I have decided to give the torch to you , just remember your aren’t alone…

Alright, let’s talk real stuff. We’re in this digital jungle, and hate comments? Yeah, they’re like the gnarly thorns in our social media journey. But you know what’s wild? I managed to spin those hate bombs into something kinda beautiful. Buckle up, because I’m about to share my story of how I danced through the storm of negativity and turned those hate comments into my personal boosters.

Was it easyyy??? Hell Nooo

**Facing the Hate Tornado:**
Picture this: your phone buzzes, and you check to find a hate comment. Bam! It’s like getting a slap from the universe. My first hate comment hit like a freight train to the soul. The venomous words made my confidence take a nosedive. Sleep? Nah, it was a VIP ticket to the land of overthinking. But guess what? I wasn’t the only warrior in this battle, and that’s kinda comforting yet equally disturbing.

**Bouncing Back with Resilience:**
So, I had a choice to make. Was I gonna let some keyboard warrior determine my self-worth? Heck no! I decided to rock emotional armor like a boss. I mean, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, even if it’s dipped in bitterness. Coping? Yeah, self-care rituals became my go-to. Meditation? More like daily therapy. Oh, and mentors who’d faced the same crap? They were my Jedi council.

**Fueling Up on Hate (Yeah, Really):**
This might sound insane, but I flipped hate into rocket fuel. I mean, who doesn’t wanna prove haters wrong? Their toxic comments lit a fire under me. I transformed those words into my secret weapon for success. And you know what’s sweet? Seeing them squirm as I crushed my goals. It’s like giving negativity a one-way ticket to oblivion.

**Finding Me in the Rubble:**
It’s nuts, but hate comments can kinda be like a mirror. They show you stuff about yourself you didn’t even know was there. I decided to dive into this chaos and ended up on a self-discovery bender. Yeah, it hurt, diving into my own insecurities, but the result? Uncovered strengths I never saw coming. It’s like hate turned into a personal growth jackpot.

**Unleashing My Inner Crusader:**
Guess what? Hate had a side effect I never saw coming. It sparked a rebellious fire in me. Suddenly, I wasn’t a passive bystander; I became a voice for change. My platform became a fortress against negativity, shining a light on how those toxic comments mess with our heads. Turning the tables? That’s what empowerment feels like.

**My Crew of Survivors:**
In the midst of the chaos, I found a tribe of fellow survivors. They knew the sting, the punch, and the gut-wrenching feeling of hate. Sharing our battle stories was like a lifeline. We formed this band of warriors, united by our scars and stories. Turns out, connecting with others who’ve been through the same mudslide is like finding gold in the wreckage.

**Chasing Rainbows in Thunderstorms:**
Keeping a sunny outlook when surrounded by hate storms was like acrobatics for the soul. But, I figured out the trick: focus on the good stuff. Gratitude? Oh yeah, it became my secret weapon. Genuine followers, the love they shared—it was like anti-hate armor. Mindfulness? It’s like catching rainbows in the middle of a thunderstorm.

**Conclusion:**
So here’s the deal, amigos. Hate comments? They’re like mosquitoes in the summer—annoying, but you don’t have to let them ruin your picnic. My journey through the hate vortex taught me resilience, showed me corners of myself I’d never explored, and turned me into a crusader for positivity. The digital world is a jungle, but you? You’re the king or queen of your jungle. You can flip hate on its head, dance through the storm, and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the growth, soak in the lessons, and let those haters be your unexpected motivators.

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The No Hard Feelings Paradox: The Struggle to Let Go!!!

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I wanted to kill a person. Figuratively of course!!!
The hurt pain and emotions were all on their High and I felt anger like never before.
I just wished him dead I guess but I wanted a solution.
Complex human emotions made it worse. I wanted to follow the idea of “no hard feelings” but I found it so difficult to navigate. On the surface, letting go of grudges and moving on without bitterness appears to be a worthy endeavour. The truth, however, was far trickier and more challenging.

“No hard feelings” implies that we can let go of unpleasant feelings, setbacks, and complaints, relieving ourselves of a load of resentment. It entails the capacity for pardon and forgetfulness as well as the duty to prevent the effects of the past from tainting the present or the future.
No matter how good the idea of “no hard feelings” is, putting it into practice is frequently simpler said than done. My default response to being harmed or deceived is anger, despair, or betrayal for most humans it’s the same. These emotions have a way of staying in our hearts and minds. The “no hard feelings” state is therefore difficult to achieve.
For me, it was almost impossible.
I read and listened. I honestly never understood how was it so simple. The paper castle of no grudges and letting go, I couldn’t build it.
Am I built differently? Why couldn’t I do that? Will I ever be able to? Can I eventually be amicable with him?
So many questions and I wanted answers.
I started talking to people and everyone had the same thing to say !!!So here’s me giving you my version of no hard feelings.

We face challenges as we battle the anguish that has been inflicted on us in the early phases of trying to escape. 

Avoiding uncomfortable emotions might result in downward spirals of resentment and sadness. We could initially need to travel in the past, repeat traumatic experiences, and feel intense emotions. With continual ups and downs, it can resemble an emotional roller coaster. Pain manifests itself in unexpected ways, making us doubt our capacity to actually advance.
We can find it difficult to comprehend emotions at this moment. By attempting to let go too quickly or by not giving the grief we are feeling enough weight, we might question whether we are failing ourselves. This internal struggle can strengthen our resentment and deepen the cycle of sadness.


We may eventually achieve a degree of emotional detachment rather than genuine “no hard” states as time goes on and we gradually digest our feelings. This distance is more of a defence mechanism than a sign of healing. This occurs when we stop feeling emotions and defend ourselves against more injury.
It’s crucial to know that emotional detachment does not equal meaningful resolution or emotional progress, despite the fact that it may offer momentary respite. Instead, it might be a sign of emotional restraint or a reluctance to confront suffering. Acknowledging the hurt, comprehending its ramifications, and actively striving towards genuine forgiveness and development are all necessary for meaningful healing.

Hard feelings are unavoidably difficult to achieve. It necessitates reflection, self-worth, and a readiness to confront past wrongs. Cycles may be present in the process of sadness, bitterness and even emotional withdrawal. However, it is important to remember that emotional detachment is not a substitute for true determination and healing.
Understanding our feelings, allowing ourselves to grieve, and working towards forgiveness are all important steps in avoiding unpleasant emotions. It is an adventure in self-knowledge, development, and acceptance. Keeping these things in mind

When find comfort in genuine healing, we might expect to negotiate the intricacies of human emotion.
Even if it can be challenging to fully realise the goal of no resentment, making a commitment to comprehending and managing our emotions paves the way for a more fruitful and genuine existence.

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“Ex Talk: A Captivating Journey of Love, Honesty, and Self-Discovery”

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Rating – ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I honestly didn’t pick this up intentionally. I had one audible credit to exhaust and the synopsis looked interesting plus radio and audio books , sounds like a dream combo.It did!!
I liked the book .

For me , books personally,have the ability to transport us to other worlds, elicit emotions, and instruct us in useful lessons. The delightful contemporary romance novel “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon takes readers on an immersive journey of love, honesty, and self-discovery. “Ex Talk” captivated me from from the very beginning to the very end thanks to its compelling characters, intricate relationships, and themes that provoke thought.


“Ex Talk” presents Shay Goldstein, a public radio producer facing a unique challenge to boost ratings. To do so, she teams up with her nemesis, Dominic Yun, to host a radio show where they pretend to be exes and offer relationship advice. What makes the story compelling is Shay’s relatable character, as she battles self-doubt, insecurities, and the fear of revealing her true self. Her growth throughout the story resonated with me, who can empathize with and cheer for her.

The novel delves into the themes of authenticity and vulnerability, emphasizing Shay’s journey to find her voice and embrace her true identity. The importance of honesty and vulnerability in building genuine connections is highlighted, showcasing the power of being authentic for personal growth, healthy relationships, and happiness.

The relationships portrayed in the book are dynamic and emotionally rich. Shay’s friendships and her complex bond with her bestfriend feel genuine and layered. The chemistry between Shay and Dominic captivates readers, drawing them deeper into the story. The author expertly explores multifaceted relationships, capturing the nuances of love, friendship, and family dynamics, adding emotional depth to the narrative.

Communication and miscommunication are central themes in “Ex Talk.” The consequences of assumptions, withheld truths, and the significance of direct and honest dialogue are explored as Shay and Dominic navigate their radio charade. Effective communication is highlighted as vital for understanding, trust, and the growth of any relationship.

The transformative power of growth and change is beautifully illustrated in this novel. Shay’s personal journey involves confronting fears, seizing new opportunities, and pushing her own boundaries. Through her experiences, we are reminded that personal growth often requires stepping outside comfort zones and embracing the unknown. Shay’s evolution serves as an empowering example of finding strength, pursuing passions, and embracing change.

In conclusion, “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon is a compelling contemporary romance that delves into themes of authenticity, vulnerability, and personal growth. The relatable characters and intricate relationships resonate with readers, leaving a lasting impact. The novel reminds us of the importance of honesty, communication, and embracing change, creating a memorable reading experience.
So do give it a read !!!

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“Actions”

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In the domain of life’s exalted dreams, where aspirations take flight,
Actions emanate, splashing shades both ruinous and bright.
They speak louder than words, weaving stories untold.
Mighty soldiers, moldable destinies, courageous and bold.

With that effort, the labourer finds his way.
Building Rome, brick by brick, day by day
Each stroke is a sacrament of perseverance’s might.
Transforming perceptions into realities, shining bright

Through actions, artists dance with a dreamy embrace.
Fashioning masterpieces and breathing life into space.
A brush’s stroke, a poet’s verse, melodies that soar,
In each formulation, a sighting of the conscience’s deepest core

A helping hand was extended, a blessing bestowed,
Actions of empathy are the seeds of humanity they sow.
Mending trauma, patching hearts, tranquillizing faith,
These kinetics configure a universe where hope finds its phantom.

But actions, like a double-edged sword, can sway
Their cause and effect are beyond words.
In flashes of anger, decisions made in haste,
Can leave aisles of regret in their vindictive chase.

In words unspoken, in deeds left undone,
Lies the substance of inaction; probabilities are gone.
For time waits for no one; it tick-tocks ceaselessly.
Moments slip through fingers like sand from the sea.

So let us pace with purpose, guided by light.
Let sublime actions be our compass, shining bright.
For in this colossal tapestry of life’s design,
Our actions engrave the legacy we leave behind.

May our evolution be galvanised by compassion’s grace.
May our actions embolden us in every time and space.
For, in the end, it’s through actions that we define,
The essence of our being, our purpose, our sign.

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Reflecting on the 60-Day Journey :

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(Celebrating 13,268 Views, 1,669 Likes, 382 Comments, and 440 Followers – wordpress)


Hey !!! I know you read the title and have an idea of what I would be talking about—the number of views I got on my blog within 60 days.

My thought process right now is: Should I post it or not? Am I bragging? Will this give someone anxiety? Is it worth it? Is it successful enough to talk about?
So, I’m incredibly nervous to put it out there, but this year I have been celebrating even my smallest wins as I want to be more grateful and not only focus on the big picture but find joy in little things. So I guess I wanted to share this milestone with you guys because you mean the world to me!
It’s incredible to think that 60 days have passed since I started my blogging journey on March 12, 2023. As I mark my blog’s 60-day milestone today, I can’t help but experience a mixture of joy, thanksgiving, and introspection. I want to share my great points, difficulties, and personal development. I have thus far encountered this post With 440 followers, 13,268 views, 1,669 likes, 382 comments, and a supportive community, it’s time to celebrate the accomplishments and show my gratitude to all the incredible people who have contributed to this trip.

Truth be told when I wrote the article about my 30-day journey, I never expected April to go phenomenally well because I was preparing for my exams and I barely wrote anything except some old blogs that were already scheduled. Nevertheless, you guys surprise me!


The excitement of 13,268 watches :

I had no idea when I originally started my blog that it would become so popular in just two months. It is both thrilling and humbling that 13,268 people have viewed my stuff. It gives me comfort to know that my views are getting across to people and that they are having a beneficial effect. I am sincerely appreciative of each view, which indicates a person who has taken the time to read and discuss my ideas, and somewhere along the line, I felt this blog was my voice, which I lost along the line. So many of you reached out, saying that this blog gave you a voice. Which honestly made me cry.

Engaging with 1,669 Likes:

Getting recognition for the information I produce is one of the most satisfying aspects of blogging. The fact that 1,669 people have liked my pieces thus far is proof of the value readers find. For me, this added validation, which is scary, but it fueled my creativity and made me understand what people liked.


Creating Connections via 382 Comments: Comments are the lifeblood of any blog because they enable deep dialogue and the emergence of connections. The 382 comments that I have so far received have improved my blogging experience. Every remark is a reflection of a reader who took the time to voice their opinions, pose queries, or share ideas. You have no idea the joy you bring me! By interacting with you guys through comments, I’ve been able to create a sense of community and gain knowledge from many viewpoints. I’m appreciative of my blog’s interactive features and the chance to interact with such a wide variety of equally amazing people, and I’m grateful for having like-minded people.


The Influence of 440 Followers:

When I first started writing, I had no idea that I would end up with a devoted following of 440 followers, more like friends. Each new follower is evidence of how much people enjoy my material and how much they respect me as a writer. Knowing that there are people out there who anxiously anticipate my posts and actively interact with them makes me happy. You guys have developed into my family that supports me, and for that, I am tremendously grateful. You guys are now more than simply readers.


While recognising the accomplishments, it’s also crucial to recognise the difficulties and developments that have come along with the journey. It requires commitment, consistency, and flexibility to develop a blog. Can I call it a successful blog? I don’t know, honestly, because all that matters is you guys. It hasn’t always been easy for me to think of new ideas, use my time wisely, and take the odd criticism dealing with imposter syndrome alongside. But every obstacle has helped me learn important lessons and improve my abilities as a writer and content producer. I am always learning and developing, and I am eager to face new difficulties with renewed confidence.

Things that have worked for me till now for my blog :

1. Engaging with you guys! It’s very important to engage because old readers will always have your back.

2. Authentic original content: be the real you because originality can’t be copied.

3. Analytics: I am a number geek, so I love to go through my analytics to understand your needs and my blog’s demographics better.


If you want a detailed post on my strategy, do comment!


As I think back on my blog’s 60-day anniversary, I’m incredibly appreciative of all the love and interaction I’ve gotten. More than simply numbers, the 13,268 views, 1,669 likes, 382 comments, and 440 followers signify a community of people who have enjoyed and supported my writing. In terms of both my personal and professional progress, I’m enthused about the future and forever grateful. Here’s to achieving more milestones and forever uplifting each other!

And I am really sorry if this came across as a bragging attempt or if it caused any of you anxiety . I never intended that. It will eventually work out we just have to work really hard.

Sending lots of love hugs and positivity to all of you amazing people !!!!
 

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Falling in Love timeline

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Hey !!! I know I have been missing, and there’s a reason for it! My exams have been going on, and I haven’t had the time to declutter my thoughts!
But today is one of those days where I need to pen it down; otherwise, the dam of emotions would flood!
So, I am at an age where people are dating or getting married. This is honestly weird because we saw each other do stupid stuff, and then you suddenly have a weird enlightenment bulb going inside your brain saying, “Congratulations, you have finally grown up.”
But have I? I’m still coming to terms with adulting, and I am already in chaos. I have watched thousands of videos of ‘ That Girl and Getting Your Life Together” vlogs, but my life is nothing as aesthetically pleasing as theirs.
Am I complaining? No
Because I enjoy this chaos, honestly.
It gives me a weird thrill to find and explore myself in chaos.
I get a high out of it.
And I am also slowly loving myself more every day.
So that’s a lesson in itself.
On the good days, I like the beautiful mess, but on the bad days, I ask myself so many questions.
So what do I do to cheer myself up? I read my old journal entries!
“On February 13, 2012, a young girl wrote in her diary that she would fall in love at the age of 21, among a lot of other timelines. She believed in Prince Charming and Cinderella shoes! Sometimes I am jealous of that little girl! Of how untainted and naive she was!
This is true because the same girl is chuckling while reading that diary entry! She hasn’t found love, but somewhere along the line she even stopped believing in it.”
This was one of the excerpts I read, and I have been thinking!
I haven’t found love, and I want to! I want to feel the emotions and everything in between somewhere along the line, even the heartbreak, to know what inspired the great writers to write such amazing sonnets and books.
Would my content be any different if I ever fell in love, or would I change?
Does it make me creatively superior to romanticise about every aspect of my life; we’ll probably find out in the future, hopefully.
So, now, the love gods, please have mercy and send me my prince charming.
I exactly know what you are thinking! She is desperate!
No, I have reached my self-sufficiency level, where I enjoy my own company and am more than happy with myself.
But there are days when I just crave that feeling of wholesomeness and attachment.
Where do I reach out, to seek my Atlas, Noah, or Augustus?
As a hopeless romantic, that feeling intensifies.
Am I being weird ???
I have so many questions…
According to my fictional romantic podium, they advise you not to search for love as it happens at the most unexpected time.
So my next question is, “How do you know?”
How long are we supposed to wait? Shouldn’t we just take matters into our own hands? Isn’t it much simpler?
On a very random note, wouldn’t it be interesting if there was an alarm notification on your phone if you were in the near vicinity of your soulmate?
Maybe someday it will be, with AI and stuff, matching humans based on all your preferences and ideologies and creating clusters. I guess that’s Tinder on the soulmate level.
So isn’t love being duplicated or even coerced into an artificial setting?

I am going off track, I know! But think about it: from our younger selves to now, we have been taught that love is beautiful! But I blatantly disagree! Love is also ugly; it’s transformative and an uncharted territory. For each person, it’s a journey of its own. The twists and turns, emotions, heartfelt exploration, exhilarating beginnings, and profound depths of a simple yet beautiful connection
It’s a poem in itself.
Starts with self-love, as you have to be whole before you seek comfort from others. A plethora of introspection, healing, and cultivation, embracing strengths, and admitting your vulnerabilities often lay a good foundation of love as you seek contentment in yourself before reaching out to anyone else! Why were we never taught this? Our school stories started with Cinderella needing a magical wand to feel beautiful, but she wasn’t. She failed to see herself as anything but a person with low self-esteem and dependence syndrome.
It’s weird how now when I look back at fairytales, they are a mess of their own.
Why am I writing this? Because I know many of us feel the timeline is foggy, but it’s okay foggy, but it’s okay! You are way too amazing, and the other person is searching for you, I promise, or you can just take matters into your own hands.
Love is a serendipitous feeling, and that encounter unfolds something extraordinary.
It’s filled with triumphs and trials, compromises, and emotions, from intoxicating highs to challenging lows. You learn lessons, you make compromises you adjust as sparks aren’t everything to face storms of turmoil.
It’s a catalyst for love and growth. It’s an evolution in itself.
So your timeline right now may seem bleak, but trust me, it will be a testament in itself.

How do I know all this? Books and annoying love-struck friends.
I have reconciled my faith in love, and I’m giving love another chance.
Am I knocking on the door? No
But I am also not putting a lock on my door.
So this is where I tell you to hang in there and not get paranoid about your timeline of love.
Because it will eventually happen.
When it happens, you will have a high of your own.
Till then,
Sending lots of love and positivity.

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Dear Best friend,

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I was deeply skeptical before writing as I know the internet can be a weird place but I wanted to because you are a huge part of my life, the reason why I m sane and still not so broken is because of you. So, you deserve the love and attention on my blog because you deserve nothing else. ( Mind you, I m very possessive about the content I put on my blog)
So, my fellow human,
Today is your special day and I just want to take a moment to let you know how special you are. I could get you gifts but I wanted you to have a part of me, a part that I am good at, ie, words. So I wanted to write this because, on days when you are feeling low, you can come back to this. Because the world may torment you to feel like you are worth nothing, but I will always remind you that you are my Helen of Sparta and I could start or fight the Trojan War for you.
On a more formal note, first and foremost, I want to thank you for being my friend. You have been with me through thick and thin, and I don’t know what I would do without you. You are the one person I can always count on to lift me when I am feeling down and to make me laugh when I need it the most. Your unwavering support and kindness have gotten me through some of the toughest times in my life, and I will be forever grateful for them. looking back, I wouldn’t have survived my hardest days if it wasn’t for you. I know you see my vulnerability and brokenness behind the facade of sarcasm and annoyingness. I don’t even know whether it’s an actual word, but describing you through words is also difficult !!! It’s become too cheesy! But that’s what you get!
But you deserve this because you are my hype brigade, if it weren’t for you I would never give the credits I deserve and I probably will die of impostor syndrome but you hold me gently and make me realise I m not the villain of my story.
So today i want to remind you of the same .
You have been through so much in your life, yet you always manage to keep your head held high and your spirits up. Your resilience and perseverance inspire me to be a better person, and I am in awe of your courage and determination. Whenever I am feeling lost or hopeless, I think of you and all that you have overcome, and it gives me the strength to keep going.

Another thing I love about you is your sense of humor. You always know how to make me laugh, even when I am feeling my lowest. Whether it’s a silly joke, a funny meme, or just a goofy expression, you never fail to put a smile on my face. Your humor has helped me through some tough times, and I don’t know what I would do without it. we have cribbed over guys and our lives and for all of that I am so grateful to have you in my life, and I can’t imagine going through all these moments without you.

You have never judged me for my mistakes, but you have always held me accountable for them. So , i want you to do the same for you once . See your worth because even diamonds lose their shine infront of you .
I want you to know how much you are loved. You bring so much joy and happiness to those around you, and I am so lucky to call you my friend. Thank you for being the amazing person that you are, and for making my life so much brighter. I love you more than these words could ever express. Be a good friend And get me a boyfriend, for god sake !!🤣

I can go on and on, but it would be a bit too much and nobody reads for this long!!
So I want to list 24 things for you to look back on when you feel low because you may see the flawed version and be self-critical of yourself, but all I see is an imperfectly perfect person who fits in my life perfectly as my jigsaw puzzle.

1. Your kind heart always shines through.
2. You make me laugh with your humour and wit.
3. Your honesty and integrity are unwavering.
4. You are always there for me when I need you.
5. Your creativity and imagination inspire me.
6. Your intelligence and curiosity are truly impressive.
7. Your sense of adventure makes life more exciting.
8. Your thoughtfulness and consideration for others are heartwarming.
9. Your positive attitude is contagious and uplifting.
10. Your beauty radiates from within.
11.Your loyalty and commitment to our friendship are unmatched.
12.Your generosity and selflessness never cease to amaze me.
13.Your ability to empathize and understand others is a gift.
14.Your strength and resilience in the face of adversity are inspiring.
15.Your confidence and self-assuredness are admirable.
16.Your hard work and dedication to your goals are admirable.
17.Your passion and enthusiasm for life is contagious.
18.Your grace and poise in any situation are impressive.
19.Your wisdom and insight always astound me.
20.Your willingness to help others is inspiring.
21.Your ability to forgive and move on is a valuable trait.
22.Your authenticity and genuineness are rare and special.
23.Your infectious energy and positive spirit are a blessing.
24.Your unwavering faith in yourself and others is admirable.
These are just a few of the many reasons why I love you.( Also being too sweet doesn’t fit my persona , let me go back to being myself) You are an amazing person, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for being you, and for always brightening my day with your presence.

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Poems

Rear view

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Rear view :
Months passed , the loss persists,
Writing helped , but the pain still exists,
Deeply sceptical about love and wrath,
But I’d promised to never lose faith.

Moving in is mutual , I wish moving on was too,
Sleep is easy after a pill or two,
Waking up with that fake smile is constant,
None of which would have happened,if you weren’t so distant.

The sweeping fierceness which my soul betrayed,
The skill with which wielded the keen blade;
The bright world dim, and everything beside
Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade.
Which no thought of living spirit could abide.

I breathe but it’s not air ,
Something else in the wind,
Calm and empty, a rush of silence,
Yet plenty and whole, a vacuum of stillness,
I seem to have been paused
somewhere along the way.

Now it’s time to resume,
Heading towards the start of the play,
No drum rolls, no intros,
Just a smooth shift of state
In, then, out of time,
A second, maybe less ,
Growth, taking up an instant,
Change, stealing away each moment,
Set to sail on the turbulent waves,
Whose effects are none to
the eyes that witness,
To the ears that listen and
to the hands that touch…

Wishing that maybe
Maybe my soul was carried away,
out into the openness,
Beyond the horizon,
Across the marvels of the universe ,
Perhaps even closer to home,
Maybe there’s a world bigger than the world,
A world that never talks,
A world that never betrays.

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30 days ,14 posts ,279 followers ,1000 likes,6000 views

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Thanku fellow humans,

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 30 days since I started my blog. In some ways, it feels like it’s been a lot longer, and in others, it feels like it’s only been a few days. Nevertheless, hitting the 30-day milestone is a significant accomplishment for me, and I wanted to take some time to reflect on the experience so far.

Starting a blog is something that I’ve wanted to do for a while now. I’ve always enjoyed writing, and I’ve always been passionate about sharing my thoughts and ideas with others. But for some reason, I never got around to actually starting a blog until now. Looking back, I think a big part of the reason was fear. I was afraid of putting myself out there, of being vulnerable, of being judged. But I decided that enough was enough. I was tired of holding myself back, and I was ready to take the leap.

The first few days of my blog were both exhilarating and terrifying. On the one hand, it was amazing to see my writing out there in the world, to see people reading and commenting on my posts. On the other hand, I was constantly second-guessing myself, wondering if anyone was actually interested in what I had to say. But as the days went on, I started to find my rhythm. I started to feel more comfortable with my voice, and I started to gain more confidence in my writing.

One of the things that surprised me most about starting a blog was how much I’ve learned in just 30 days. The technical side of things, like setting up a website, choosing a platform, and optimizing for SEO. There’s the creative side of things, like coming up with topics, crafting headlines, and developing a unique voice. And then there’s the community side of things which is my favourite part , that is , you guys!!

One of the most challenging parts of the past 30 days has been finding the time to write. Between my full-time job, my social life, and my other hobbies and responsibilities, it’s been a struggle to carve out time for blogging. But I’ve found that when I’m passionate about something, I make it work. I’ve been waking up earlier in the mornings to write before work, and I’ve been staying up later at night to get in a few more paragraphs. It’s been tiring, but it’s also been incredibly rewarding.I also would be lying by saying I wasn’t sidetracked by the hate comments , but you guys reminded me of going forward and stood as my pillar of strength.

One of the things that’s kept me going over the past 30 days has been the support of my friends and family. When I first started my blog, I was nervous about telling people. I wasn’t sure how they would react, and I was worried that they would think it was silly or that I was just wasting my time. But I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the positive response I’ve received. People have been reading my posts, sharing them with their friends, and leaving encouraging comments. It’s been a huge motivator for me.

Of course, not everything has been smooth sailing over the past 30 days. There have been times when I’ve felt discouraged, when I’ve wondered if it’s all worth it. There have been times when I’ve struggled to come up with ideas, when I’ve sat staring at a blank screen for hours on end. But I’ve learned that these moments are all part of the process. They’re the challenges that come with any creative pursuit, and they’re the things that make the victories all the sweeter.
Why am I writing this ? Is it to rub it on your face ? Are numbers that only matter to me ?
No ,I know the title was very catchy and selfish but honestly for me it’s not about the numbers or likes , but the community that I have build for myself . It’s like my safe and comfort space which I am very grateful for . This post for me is on the days when I am low , questioning my self worth and battling my insecurities because i tend to do that a lot .
So I want to celebrate each and every milestone with you guys!!!
Because you are my biggest cheer leaders!
I remember journaling that nobody would like my writings but boy , you guys proved me wrong and that feeling is intoxicating and a new high for me .
So thanku ,
On a side note i read 28 books from the beginning of the year .Do you guys want book recommendations or reviews , comment down below!!!
And I know I am not active with my blog and this specific blog was written a long time ago i couldn’t post it because I am dealing with a personal loss. So i will get back to writing i promise when i feel better !!
And one of my poems got published ( REAR VIEW)
Here’s the link- https://wp.me/p6OZAy-1Q5y
Do check it out !!!


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Poems

Nyctophile

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With colours so tangy and bright,
Why do i feel there’s no light,
woven in the darkness,
Maybe i am ,
What the society terms me a mess,
The imperfect me by the perfect them,
Like a plant to the stem,
I often wonder,
the game of pretendence,
Isn’t it a blunder,
yet we are in its root,
To criticise and to loot.
The self esteem and love ,
The confidence of being unique,
Yes you r right….
I am a disaster a beautiful disaster
#hope #nyctophile #depression #love #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity

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Poems

Shadows

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I have always lived in the shadows,
Not on the pedestal not on meadows,
Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,
Pulling down the shutters on my windows,
I crucified my tomorrow not believing in magical rainbows,
Because I knew , as tomorrow comes , my darkness grows.

Being alone , with so many unknowns ,
Amidst friends and foes,
Looking at Instagram perfect lives,
Emotions and dreams buried under catacombs,

While my nightmare clings on to me like shadows.
I tried coming out of the shadows ,
yet I felt I was stranded on fallows.
I tried to be someone else , as the author plotted,
Only to be feeling destroyed and haunted.

Fairytales kept reminding me of treasures,
Yet all I could see was an imperfect mess,
Trying to fit in with sleeves of confidence and glow in a dress,

Trying to bloom and stand affirm on my toes with my clothes
Nothing as compared to the spectators on first rows.

We were taught to be princesses not to be shadows,
But I defied the rules , as I was a hot mess,
A consistently inconsistent work in progress .

It took me long to accept me as no less
here in shadows to feel solace in anonymity
Living life with no reservations
For my name would be forgotten someday
Yet I was completely okay to be not okay.

To not be tortured with endless explanations
And expectations,
As I will , probably and mostly be lost in the shadows
Yet I would breathe be happy for being me in a shadow
Being a silhouette, beautiful in an unspoken way
As I peak in from shadows as i m here to stay.

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