𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 | ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

❖ Epigraph

C O M M E N D A T I O N

❝In a universe where the bird looses flight,
the man meets end,
conceit the flaw of one such
where lonliness, the only friend

The epochs of my existence
beseech to exemplify themselves
through the sheer oeuvre of librettos

They besought to convey my intuition through my ink
They besought to harness

My woe

My glee

My fear

My thrill

And let them flow down the parchment like a dissembling rill

So, on this very blossom,
Allow me to pen my flaws and flares
And present you this volume of libretti.

Yours Truly,
Saya.❞

S Y N O P S I S

This anthology comprises of short poems that I hold very dearly to my heart. It contains every facet of a person that one is, one with flaws too many and perfection a little. Humans definitely differ in their persona, each of which fluxing down their conduct. I certainly have my unique one as well. At the adoloscent stage of life, people definitely experience emotions on a heightened level, be it joy or sorrow, fear or anger.
I am a human like any other, a teenager like any other, so definitely not a contrary. The most vulnerable period of my life hasn't been easy, I felt things I couldn't avoid. It was hard for me to make peace with them at that instant but as time went, I started to get a clarified landscape. The principles of life that once appeared to be a matter of perplexity started to get a bit easier for me to materialize. Love, Loss, envy, so simple yet so complex emotions, certainly aren't ones for a teenager to grasp explicitly. I fell a victim as well much like any other person at an age where I didn't know the meaning of it, but I did know that the pain wasn't acceptable. So escaping emotions became my first resort. I still do that at times, but I also realize at times that ache is not a thing to be afraid of, it means that we are alive and not dead inside. It's okay to be lost and confused since we survive in a trial and error method. A fall doesn't mean death and death doesnt mean the end as long as we write our own story.

D E D I C A T I O N

To all my friends, readers, fellow poets and writers, painters, graphic designers, dancers, musicians, singers and my fellow humans who are lost and lonely, happy and healthy, strong and loyal.