- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
- Chasing my silent strength
- Buildings with paint peel off…….
- My result in LAWCET
- Entrepreneur
- What we think !
- Advent
- The Birthday Boy
- Distance between three hearts
- Never forget roots
- I miss him
- My fashion designs
- Coursiv
- My husband my heart ❤️
- How it is ?
- My Dad!
- Country Girl
- Our tree of love
- Jai bolo Telangana!
- Remember
- Incurable diseases
- He and she
- Love is………
- Business
It’s been 2 yrs the project started and stabilized with reasonable no of views and engagement. Now it is the time to take the business to next level. To many users worldwide, making people aware how worthy it is to put thoughts on paper and get relief. How beautiful to draw and express the feelings because picture speaks about. I see people have some taste maybe common taste but they are diverse based on territorial boundaries. People have been a selfish realistic and a forgotten thing is trust loyalty towards their counterparts. Now everyone wants something out of what they do, time to spend is it worth reading, instagram made people to teach and earn. Channels have become trainers. But if we lose the real intent of poetry then what is left is mechanical no rhythm no romance, just orL sex seducing pics and porn write. This may give mental pleasure but it turns your life when you see the charm of her man after a wait of 12 yrs where a baby born and turned to teenage. How deep is that emotion where eyes got blank and heart ❤️ beating out of rhythm and mind stopped thinking just want to look into his eyes. Love when you express it becomes a poem with emotion. Seduction and porn get out of our mind and you feel like you have taken one more birth and wait was worth too.
People may not be poets if you think you write with vocaub and too much grammar and say i write like a poet. Is that enough i say it is not a poem when you can’t spill all your feelings truly inspired.
Words spoken by lover become poem when he misses her and writes every feeling to show her what she means to him.
I see writing is a great challenge and it is with your inner attitude that makes it a statement. We need to express clearly our thoughts our speech is our identity. Never lose one’s identity because if you lose you are gone.
People scared to express openly but when you are struggling with it your inner heart suffers the intent of writing is not met.
I would encourage people to live life with emotions not a mechanical stress to get out of pain and desire. It means we are going through robotic revolution and body sex is no a feeling it’s like touch that is never a dream.
Taking the business to next level we need to create atmosphere for the users to make write we have given every option and tools to ✍️ write.
Magazine was a good idea where people elated to get post their work. If we give chance to every writer a space for his or her poem it will be motivational.
Please work on ideas to make site busy with writers posts
Jessy Jacob ❤️







