The Way She Felt It

Shreya Singh is not an author in the traditional sense; she is someone who notices the quiet things. The pauses in conversations, the weight behind unspoken words, the emotions that linger long after moments pass. Her writing doesn’t try to impress; it tries to understand.

Each piece she shares is a reflection of something real; a thought that stayed too long, a feeling that needed a place to rest, or a memory that refused to fade.

~ A Year Without You ~

Midnight finds the city wide awake,
streets humming with laughter,
joy brushing past like strangers who don’t stop...
Somewhere between cheers and clinking glasses,
I stand still; present, yet unseen.
Time keeps walking forward.
The clock doesn’t hesitate for my longing.
I look for a familiar warmth in unfamiliar faces,
wanting connection,
fearing how much I want it.
Outside, the night celebrates itself.
Inside, silence settles heavier than noise ever could.
Memories return uninvited;
Old New Year's wrapped in shared smiles,
hands held without effort,
love that once felt permanent.
Fireworks bloom across the sky,
beautiful, brief, untouchable.
They light up everything,
except the space beside me.
Without someone to turn toward,
even wonder feels distant.
I ache for the simplest things: a gentle touch, a quiet “Happy New Year,”
a moment that says, you’re not alone tonight.
So I raise my glass to the unknown;
to hope that hasn’t learned how to quit,
to the possibility of a future face,
a future laugh, a future us.
And I let the new year arrive softly, carrying one wish above all others:
that someday, this moment won’t be faced alone.

~ Can You Be My Destiny ~

I whispered you into the margins of fate, before love learned a name, before it was late.
They’re just poems, scattered, torn and true, each one a quiet confession of you.
I kept you like an oath my heart still knows, through doubt, through distance, through unseen blows.
You were the pause where my chaos could rest, the unanswered prayer I loved the best.
A mystery I chose not to solve, a feeling too sacred to evolve.
In every line where I almost broke, you lived, my silence, my unsaid oath.

~ Place you withheld ~

When “us” was still a flame that didn’t flicker, only stayed,
I spoke of you as truth; not something fragile, not something to persuade.

Not once, not lightly, not in passing breath,
But in ways that lingered, in words that outlived the moment they left.

I let you see the quiet depth of what I held, not hidden, not uncertain, not something I withheld.

It wasn’t love that needed proving or display,
it was something steady; something that chose to stay.

You were never a question I had to defend, but a certainty I returned to, again and again.

A presence that softened the sharpest days, a warmth that lived in the smallest ways.

And without hesitation, without guarded part, I placed you gently; not just in my life, but deep within my heart.

~ The Girl Who Refused to Break ~

She carried the weight of a thousand storms in her eyes, yet she refused to let the rain wash away the fire in her soul.
Life met her with sharp edges and steep climbs, offering seasons of silence where her only company was the echo of her own heartbeat.
There were nights when the darkness felt heavy enough to drown her; a deep, bone-weary exhaustion that sleep couldn’t touch.
She walked through fires that should have left her as nothing but ash.
And perhaps that is her quietest strength:
not that she never felt the weight, but that she never let it define her end...

~ Their Choice To Stay ~

He’s something she’s never known;
A safe place for her heart,
He’s her rock, her strength, her reason.

And She...
She’s unlike anyone he’s ever met,
She sparkles when she talks,
She shines when she smiles,
Her light infuses brightly into his very soul.

He does more than dance with her demons,
He soothes her deepest fears with his touch.
Her moods and battles just seem to balance out when he places his hand in hers.

A love that didn’t give up on itself, even when it would have been easier to.
The perfectly imperfect love of two people, who never gave up on the dream of them...

Hope the words of shreya have touched your soul :)

Some words are never spoken, yet they stay with us the longest. If you carry something unspoken; a poem, a thought, a piece of your story, let it find a home here. Because sometimes, what we write quietly is what connects us the most.
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