Contemplations Stories

A collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are ju...

Sharing with you nocturnal inspirations about daily gloomy & gleeful episodes. Just some sour peaks & sweetened ticks with hardly any utopia.

Thoughtful musings about Life.

A collection of my own thoughts and inspirational quotes by other people. 'It is random when it goes in but perhaps it will blend into something of it's own unique flav...

I don't know much anymore...I just want to feel...I don't know...

Series of random, subjective poems about contemplation and appreciation.

A short piece I wrote about the flexible capacity of a character in love

A compilation of my contemplation (poems). This contains various topics in my life.

The Story, as known to every 90's kid, starts off in 1998, in the posh compound of St. Xavier's College, where Rahul Khanna, Anjali Sharma, and Tina Malhotra fall into a...

Time ticks by Comes to a sudden halt My mind swirls a storm Feelings come across Reflect and reflect And the words flow by ©queenz3e Cover by the beautiful @puppypuff3...

Close your eyes. Imagine that you are in a serene forest , late at night. You reach a small pond somewhere in the forest and a mountain beside it. Imagine a drop of wate...

Ever since we are find ourselves in this human realm from the spiritual realm , we intrinsically know that we are always searching for something , someplace or someone...

In our lives , there is a certain feeling by which we are all enamored and mystified. It surrounds us , binds us , shapes , creates and reforms us. It is shared and cel...

A collection of thoughts, revelations, and poetry...

Life is an intriguing mystery in itself. It works on principles which we have always inherently known. At certain moments in our lives , we face situations which cause u...

Contemplations that are the reason for her sleepless nights by Dae. Consists of arguments between her left and right brain. Or maybe just her brain. Who knows?

If you truly want to know what I feel and who I am read not my most private diary but my poetry. For it is where my soul may live freely- every fear and passion coded in...

if you're reading this, you're probably at the abyss of absolute boredom. welcome children, welcome to the mind of an ordinary 15-year old, with too many petty problems...

◇ meraki ◇ leaving a piece of yourself in what you do ▪ ▪ ▪ °"For what is a human who does not think or feel?"° ▪ ▪ ▪ If only one person takes meaning from wit...

Random contemplations cascading from the veins of my soul through the nibs of my pen jotted down into a dainty little poetry book. Hope you like my work ! Happy Reading!