"Have you ever loved someone so deeply that the story remained unfinished?
Have you ever carried a love that never found its way back to you — a one-sided feeling that
still whispers in the quiet corners of your heart, long after everything else has faded?
This book is not about healing, moving on, or letting go.
It’s about embracing the emotions that once defined you — the love that never left, the
heartbreak that still breathes, and the memories that linger between what was and what
could have been.
Within these pages lies a collection of poems that tell untold stories — of love that
bloomed, broke, and yet continued to exist in silence. These words do not seek to mend
what’s lost; they simply remind you that even incomplete love can be beautiful in its own
way.
Manü Jyoti, through her heartfelt thoughts and vivid imagination, weaves emotions into
verses that speak directly to the soul.
“Not everyone gets everything, but the feelings they leave behind—I’ve woven them into
thoughts, and written the story of my heart.”
Because sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that never find their ending."
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Manü Jyoti
Manü Jyoti is a poet and dreamer who has made her home in Scotland, where she works in Aviation by day and pours her heart into poetry by night. For nearly ten years, writing has been her constant companion—a quiet sanctuary where she transforms emotions into verses and unspoken thoughts into living poetry.
Her words linger in the spaces between love and loss, carrying the ache of one-sided love, the longing of distance, the fragile thread of faith, and the raw beauty of heartbreak. Each poem is a reflection of her inner world, where hope survives in silence and imagination, and it blooms in the shadows of sorrow.
For Jyoti, poetry is not about offering healing or answers, but about evoking memory and feeling. “If you have ever felt the ache of love in your own story,” she says, “then this book is for you. I cannot promise to mend your heart, but I can promise that my words will remind you of the ones who once touched it.”
