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Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.
― Greg Bear

I started writing poetry around the end of 2017. At first, they were really long and told a story and were very personal. To me, it was merely a way to keep my diary updated. So, my initial poems were intended as quick diary entries. I also started with dark poetry, a few of which I had on my blog (I took them down last year) because, they weren’t very positive reads.

Poetry became a more serious undertaking in the summer of 2020, a few months after quarantine was imposed on us. I started writing poems daily on a poetry app where I met and learnt from so many amazing poets! But it wasn’t a healthy platform and I left over 2 months later. But I had met some exceptional poets, learnt so much and I had also developed a distinct-ish style of my own.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

Moving over to my “process”, I write poems for two reasons:
(1) When I’m feeling something very strongly. These are my favourite times, because the poem writes itself. They’re not great but writing them down is mentally rewarding.
(2) When I just feel like writing something, such periods usually produce prose or poetry.

I mostly sit outside to write but if it’s like 2am or something, I jot it down somewhere. I usually just start with a line like ‘...and dare to dream a dream anew and then work around it or towards it. I usually don’t have to think long to get a line, they pop up in the oddest of hours.

Once I write, say a 200 word poem, I then proceed to check if it makes sense together, edit the grammar, sometimes exchange words with synonyms and finally give it a poetic form (if possible). I also try to make sure there’s some sort of takeaway from my poem, and it’s not just a meaningless read.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
― Robert Frost

Once all the technicalities of writing are taken care of, I try to judge the imagery in my poem (if any), comparisons and finally make a note of the transition between moods and make necessary edits. Once I’m convinced there’s a theme, a takeaway, (hopefully) zero grammatical errors and presentable language, I move on.

Once I’m done with the writing part, I do the interpretation part. I evaluate the initial mood with which I started, the change in tone, towards the end, the metaphors(if any) and how it could come across.

And then I keep it aside, and continue to edit it everyday. If I’m very unsure of it, I ask Srisha, Maggie or Diamond for their thoughts on it and make necessary edits. They’ve been such supportive friends!
I usually take about less than an hour to write a poem, but they go through at least a week of editing before I post it here.

I’m still inclined towards dark poetry but choose not to publish them here, because I personally wouldn’t prefer them being shared. But I enjoy reading and writing dark poetry, in general, all the same.

For a better reason, I quote Joanna @ naturetails, a kind friend and an incredible blogger who writes educational posts,

…you should always write not for the shallow effect but for a positive, spirit-lifting, heart-touching one because you never know who is reading it. And this is the responsibility of the good writer.

Photo by Florencia Viadana on Unsplash

This post was written in response to Joana @ Gigantic Thought Bubble’s question,
“I don’t know if you’ve written one before, but I wanna know how you write your poetry? Is there a process? 😊
Thank you so very much, Joana!! I hope this answered it!

Even though my poems aren’t professional or necessarily poetic, what little beauty they possess, I owe to each and every writer whose works or books I’ve read. How I use my words and what I choose to convey are factors that I control but their ultimate execution and presentation are all products of reading and the valuable lessons I’ve learned from every piece.

To conclude my take on how I write Poetry, I would like to thank each and every writer here! The list would be too long to mention, but every poem or write-up I read is always a wonderful experience and I’ve learnt so much from every single person’s distinct writing style. From the poetic terminologies to plain, rich imagination, this precious community has it all and I’m so grateful to be a part of it.

Resist much, obey little.
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Thoughtfully yours,
-Introverted Thoughts aka D

A Novel Dream

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A Novel Dream | Poetry Random Specific Thoughts

You’re something between a dream and a miracle.
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In forgotten realms, they reside.
Tales of old,
That bring to life,
Memories of what once was
As life’s fallen autumn leaves,
Show me glorious pasts
Laid in blatant disregard.

For lives that thrived on a compulsive past,
I write a new song of hope
With melodies, that play
On wavelengths of the universe.

The skies bear witness
To a revolution that never was
For dreams that grew old too fast.
We turn back time
To regain the youth of beauty,
We once surrendered and, dare
To dream, a dream anew.

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
― Walt Disney

I would like to thank the editor, Dagmara for accepting this poem for publication at Spillwords which can be read here!

Thoughtfully yours

A Christmas Tale ❄️

The true Christmas spirit is putting others’ happiness before our own, and finding you’ve never known such happiness.
Toni Sorenson

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The silver glow of Christmas twilight,
Saw the child staggering home,
Into the dark, frosty woods.

Fingers frozen, in she went
To see her brother weeping.
“Santa’s forgotten us”, the little one cried .

Twas a Christmas day
When love discovered its path,
Anchored in hearts, it blossomed into
A home for all

Cold, dark and scared,
Wrapping him in her cloak,
She cradled him till the sobbing ceased.

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Mother arrived at the twelfth stroke,
With unsold quilts,
And held the frozen ones close.

Her tender love
Warmed their chilled souls.
With grateful hearts,
In wonderland dreams were they lost.

For lack of temporal presents,
They’d been given a celestial mother
A blazing star in their skies .

Mother’s love is infinite.
A child can’t outgrow it and a mother can’t conceal it.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

I wrote this poem for the Winter Writing Workshop hosted by Reese @ Blogging with Reese! The prompt was to write a winter poem in less than 125 words. It was inspired by Coco Cola’s 2020 commercial. Watch it below! It’s a lovely commercial!

Thank you so much for reading!



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Reborn | Poetry Random Specific Thoughts

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
― Emily Dickinson

The sun has set 
On yet another opportunity.
His last rays
Igniting the dying embers
Of hope and faith.

The shadow of this
Certain uncertainty has left
Us all rotting
In a void of non-existent knowledge
In blissful oblivion of what follows.

Misplaced faith and hopeless hope
Drown in 
Their own regrets, for
A past wasted,
The present lost,
And an elusive future.

The sun rises and sets everyday,
Each ray renewing
Hope that once ceased to prevail.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
― Pablo Neruda

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Nocturnal Luminosity

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Poetry Shout-outs! (Part 2)

So, September has finally come to an end and so has Whispers Of The Soul- the Poetry series that began on September 2 (on my book blog- Paper Hearts).

So, here are the wonderful poet bloggers who submitted one of their own works and the bloggers who suggested their favourite poems. A huge thank you to each and every one of you for your support and co-operation!

Poem Submissions:

1.Maggie from Chicadee Lover Maggie sent in a lovely poem titled Kindness which was absolutely poignant and conveyed a great message. You can read it here.

2.Raven from Raven’s Blog & Journal and Stories by Raven wrote a poem titled Travel in the Mind which was about the power of words. Again, another beautiful poem which most of us can relate to! Check it out here.

3. Evin from A Curly Sue’s Ramblings and A Wanderful Life! sent in a sweet poem named One Shine which portrayed a child’s desire to be who he/she wanted to and their willingness to work for it. Another stunning poem! Head over here to read it.

4. Fahimay from A Writer’s Retreat sent in a poem titled The Caged Bird which I sadly couldn’t post because it was the fourth submission. A profound, poignant and powerful poem, this was based on how women are bound by marriage and their lack of freedom. Check it out here.

Poem Suggestions:

Here are the kind bloggers who suggested their favourite poems to be included in this series. Make sure you check out their blogs; there is a lot worth reading on each of them!

1.Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed.
Suggested by Evin @ A Curly Sue’s Ramblings and A Wanderful Life!

2.Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Suggested by Mahesh Mali @ Awesomengers and Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

3.If by Rudyard Kipling
Suggested by Aanya @ Soaring Firebolt, tkbrownwriter @ By: tkbrown.writer and Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

4. Dear March, Come In by Emily Dickinson
Suggested by Lrose @ My Cosy Corner and Lrose5’s Poetry.

5. A Photograph by Shirley Toulson
Suggested by Rejoy Dev @ Teenage.

6. A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats
Suggested by Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

7.The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Suggested by tkbrownwriter @ By: tkbrown.writer.

8.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Suggested by Aanya @ Soaring Firebolt.

9.Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Suggested by girrrrrl_of_two_worlds @ Science-tastic and ghoom gayi ghoom gayi.

10. Mirror by Sylvia Plath
Suggested By Joel Abakah @ Jplatform.

I would once again like to thank all of you for making this series wonderfully amazing. I received some magnificent poems as suggestions and guest posts and I loved every minute I spent reading and writing. Thank you so much for reading, contributing and supporting!
Given below are all the poems (excluding the guest posts) that were included in this series. Click on the one you want to read and it’ll take you to the respective post on Paper Hearts. Happy reading!

-William Ernest Henley
Lost Generation
– Jonathan Reed
Still I Rise
– Maya Angelou
Dear March, Come In
– Emily Dickinson
-Walt Whitman
A Thing Of Beauty
– John Keats
The Road Not Taken
– Robert Frost
A Photograph
– Shirley Toulson
-Rudyard Kipling
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
-Robert Frost
I Measure Every
Grief I Meet

-Emily Dickinson
Do Not Stand At
My Grave And Weep

-Mary Elizabeth Frye
-Sylvia Plath

Poetry is a beautiful form of Literature and I hope all of you appreciate the impact a few words can have on a person’s soul. Click here or on the image below if you’d like to explore all the poems in this series! This will take you to a page exhibiting all the poems at once, so you can explore and choose any one of your liking.

Thank you so much for reading!


I find it absurdHow powerful tears are.It’s mesmerising howEasily they flow,Despite all theRegret, hatred and sorrowWeighing them down. It seems impossibleHow so many strongFeelings and Emotions,Are liberated,In the form of petty thingsLike salt and water. Tears cleanse the soul,Clearing all signsOf an internal explosion.An unknown entityConsoling me from within.My unrecognised friend. The tears I shedAre […]

Poetry Shout-outs! (Part 1)

So, we are halfway past September! Whispers of the Soul, the Poetry series on my book blog is proceeding well and I’d like to take a moment to extend my heartfelt gratitude to all the bloggers who suggested one of their favourite poems and contributed to this series. So, mentioned below are all the bloggers’ whose suggestions have been featured till date. I’ll be putting up a part 2 at the end of this month. Stay tuned!

Poem Suggestions:

Do check out their blogs, all of them are unique and amazing writers in their own ways!

1.Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed.
Suggested by Evin @ A Curly Sue’s Ramblings and A Wanderful Life!

2.Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Suggested by Mahesh Mali @ Awesomengers and Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

3.If by Rudyard Kipling
Suggested by Aanya @ Soaring Firebolt, tkbrownwriter @ By: tkbrown.writer and Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

4. Dear March, Come In by Emily Dickinson
Suggested by Lrose @ LRose and Lrose5’s Poetry.

5. A Photograph by Shirley Toulson
Suggested by Rejoy Dev @ Teenage.

6. A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats
Suggested by Nathi @ Wayward Scribbles.

7.The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Suggested by tkbrownwriter @ By: tkbrown.writer.

And here are the poems that have been featured in this series so far!

1.Invictus by William Ernest Henley
2.Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed
3.Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
4.Dear March, Come In by Emily Dickinson
5.Animals by Walt Whitman
6.A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats
7. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
8.A Photograph by Shirley Toulson
9. If by Rudyard Kipling

7 more poems will be posted in the subsequent days, of which three are guest posts. These will be included in Part 2! Stay tuned!

Thank you so much for your constant support and co-operation! Hope you are enjoying the poems! Click here if you’d like to visit my book blog, pictured below (I go by the name Bookish Thinker there!).

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Poetry Series! (Closed)

I am so excited to let you all know that I’m starting a second series on Paper Hearts, my book blog!

Titled, ‘Whispers of the Soul‘ because Poetry comes from deep within, this is a month long series which will begin on September 2 and end on September 30. I’ll post one of my favourite poems every Wednesday along with a short interpretation and review.

The best part is that you get to participate too!! Comment down one of your favourite poems and I’d love to write a short review. You’ll also receive a shout-out in the respective post and at the end of the month! I’ll post your suggested poems every Monday and Saturday (depending on the number of poems I receive). Please note that, the poems should not be too long as I’ll be including it in the post and romantic poems will not be considered.

For the final surprise, on Sep 21, Sep 24, and Sep 28, I’ll be publishing a poem one of you wrote! (Closed as I’ve received 4 submissions. Thank you so much for your constant support!!) Something similar to guest posting. Please note you’ll have to provide a short description of what you want your poem to convey along with the submission of your poem. If you would like to submit a poem, please head over to my Contact page to get in touch! Only the first three entries would be considered as I don’t like judging or choosing over any one’s works. If I do receive more than three poems, everyone who sends one will receive a shout out at the end of the month!

Please do participate!

My Schedule:
Sep 2: Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Sep 9: Animals by Walt Whitman
Sep 16: If by Rudyard Kipling
Sep 23: I Measure Every Grief I Meet by Emily Dickinson
Sep 28: Death, be not Proud by John Donne
Sep 18, 21, 25: A poem one of you wrote!

I LOVE Dead Poets Society!!

Thank you so much for reading!


The white paper
Is illuminated by the
Glow of the moonlight.
It’s wrinkles and edges
Appear to be perfect
With its flaws.

As I search for words
To give form 
To the thoughts that
Fight desperately to be heard.
My pencil begins to
Move ever so gracefully,
Bringing thoughts and emotions to life.

That moment of liberation,
When the pencil meets
The surface of the paper,
Is second to none.
That peace!

I can feel myself
Releasing all the bottled up
Thoughts and feelings,
And see them materialising
Right before my eyes.

It’s like the feeling of
Ice cold water
Trickling down your parched throat,
On a hot summer day,

Or the feeling of your
Paintbrush creating gentle strokes,
That result in a beautiful image,
Capturing a moment in time.

Writing is not a talent,
It’s just a different way
Of breathing.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

― Ernest Hemingway