Aubade
It is a soft poem about quietly moving on from heartache.
Love Collection Archive includes the most cherished topic among the readers as well as the writers – Romance. It includes poems and stories, both short and long. They revolve around the idea of modern love stories.
A Brief about the Category
Experiences of love among people known to the writer or the writer herself are the inspiration for the content. Good or bad, the emotions expressed are unedited.
What kind of emotions or experiences?
There are poems written about jealousy and illicit relationships. Short stories, on the other hand, are based on goodbyes or unexpected rendezvous. The category also explores the much tabooed yet enjoyed topic – Lust. It also includes metaphorical poems. The Romantics are the inspiration behind them.
I know a woman She lives across the street. She has slender waist and bony hip Long legs but little feet. Her lips are soft like cotton Her skin, docile,
The haveli was surreal for her. The ponds inside, their beautiful flower and candle decoration left her awestruck. Tall walls were carved in beautiful designs. There were statues of peacocks and numerous paintings. Even her kanchli was decorated with small frames of artwork. While walking through the place, she came across a marbled section, different from the rest of the mansion. There were no men, only women playing, talking, busy with their daily chorus. “Stop there. You are not supposed to go in.” said a woman who was dressed entirely in white.
“Savitri”, called out a loud but tender voice from downstairs. It was a beautiful morning in the month of August. The sky was cloudy and it was drizzling when
Life is sometimes a pandora’s box. The more you fixate on it, the more complicated it keeps getting. Soon, you are knotted in your head with only coherent thoughts being problems. And when there are none, you create some by overthinking it.
“What do you mean? What kind of question is this? Why would I not remember the face of a guy I have been living with for months now?” He could see she was aggressive and he had made her angry but he kept persisting.
Only if Time could stop healing Every wound, every pain I will stop falling in love Over and over again And letting every inch of my peace shatter on floor
Love is not enough Not always does it suffice The blossoms of the orchid seem dull When the forbidden entice. The taste of it – bitter sweet Temptation beguiles until
It was a thundering night, and the sky rained as if to drown the city and to cease any tomorrow from existing. On such haunting, stormy night she sat beside
Smoke and Mirrors She was looking at him as he stood on the road with a cigarette between his index finger and his thumb. He stood there under pale sunlight,