The Girl who Gathers Stories from Silence: Poetry

 

You began with a diary,

a quiet place where thoughts rested

before they grew wings.

Words came to you like shy visitors

soft-spoken, unhurried,

but certain of the home they were choosing.

Internship days hummed with routine,

yet something in you kept whispering,

there is more.

And you listened,

finding your way through blogs, Wattpad,

and one sacred corner of the internet

you named Cascading Words.

Your first haven,

your first sky,

the one that still holds your earliest echoes.

You grew up in a world gifted by stories,

the lull of your grandparents’ voices,

the kindness of an uncle and mother

who placed storybooks in your palms

like lanterns for the nights ahead.

Tinkle Digest tucked itself

into your childhood laughter,

planting the first seeds

of a storyteller who didn’t yet know

she was blooming.

College turned the hobby into a heartbeat.

An anthology welcomed your courage,

contests kept you moving,

and your undergrad ended

with ink still warm on your fingertips.

Then came the pause-

your PG days, where life pulled

but your words stayed behind,

waiting.

You felt the ache of distance,

as though a part of you

had quietly slipped out of the frame.

But longing has its own gravity.

It called you back to yourself,

to the comfort of paper,

to the scent of old books,

to the world where silence listens

and stories linger in corners

most people never pause to see.

Now you stand as Kyra

poet, reviewer, dreamer,

collector of whispering moments.

Your ink remembers warmth.

Your poems soften the cold.

Your words hold the almosts

and the in-betweens

like fragile fireflies cupped in gentle palms.

Your blog is a sacred space,

it is a threshold to quiet dreams,

to nostalgia aching like a familiar song,

to frost and fire and everything between.

You write of stillness,

of myths that never quite leave us,

of endings that hide small hopes

waiting to be found.

And we, Meenal & Sonal

offer this poetry to you

as a gift wrapped in gratitude.

For writers like you remind the world

that softness is a strength,

stories are companions,

and every soul is a poem

searching patiently for its punctuation.

This post is a part of Blogchatter activity - Gift A Story; and we are gifting this to Dr. Niveditha Preeth.