Suhani Goyal
Forevermore
Books by Suhani Goyal
Some storms pass. Some stay. And some—like this one—become poetry. Forevermore is what remains of a feeling never said aloud. It’s built from the quiet in-betweens; from friendship, from hope, from the unbearable beauty of almost. These sixty-six poems aren’t a confession. They’re a memory of something that never happened, and yet still manages to haunt. It was never love in the way people define it; not returned, not promised, no
Forevermore
Books by Suhani Goyal
Some storms pass. Some stay. And some—like this one—become poetry. Forevermore is what remains of a feeling never said aloud. It’s built from the quiet in-betweens; from friendship, from hope, from the unbearable beauty of almost. These sixty-six poems aren’t a confession. They’re a memory of something that never happened, and yet still manages to haunt. It was never love in the way people define it; not returned, not promised, no
Time of Death
Books by Suhani Goyal
We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familia
Time of Death
Books by Suhani Goyal
We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familia
Shattered Starlight
Books by Suhani Goyal
All the flowers in the world would dress up to catch the wandering eye of a poet. Every star in the boundless night sky would shatter at a poet’s mercy. For once you become a poet’s muse, you are made immortal. Every experience, every feeling, every thought can be translated to words, an idea encapsulated by this collection of poetry.
A Copse of Trees, A Princess’s Corpse
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Suhani Goyal in Fantasy | Reads: 11,795 | Likes: 7
It’s been 78 hours and 24 minutes since I ran away from the land I’ve been confined to my entire life. The only thing keeping me lucid within the lush canopy of the forest is the thought of a new life, a future away from everything- from everyone that had caged me back in Elletra. To all Read More...
Published on Oct 5,2022 02:19 PM
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