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Long time no see

I last posted here in December 2017 when I had recently ‘self published’ a tiny ‘collection of poems’. After that I my writing frequency kept decreasing and completely stopped in December 2018. I didn’t write a sentence until today (April 2020). It has been 16 months since my father passed. Continue reading “Long time no see”

Christmas Present – Free eBook!!

You guys! ‘To, My Dear Fear’ is available for free, worldwide, for 3 days (23rd, 24th, and 25th December), as my Christmas present to y’all!! 

Here’s the link to get your free copy of my book ‘To My Dear Fear’. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

Just being grateful.

Hi everyone. I recently (like a week ago) self published on Kindle direct publishing. ‘To, My Dear Fear’ is a tiny book consisting of 40 tiny poems which helped me not only to face my fears but also to overcome them. I wrote these poems about a year and a half ago when I was eighteen and out of school with no idea about what to do next. I was in a state of acute stress, primarily because of the pressure that society puts you in and your peers help you stay in it. I was disgusted by my helpless self. And therefore I became my own inspiration. I started writing to motivate myself and soon I was this self motivated person inspiring the people around her. This book has created the person I am today. I had to get it published; and I’m working harder to get it in print too (and it’s coming out soon). Thank you everyone who has read and supported my work.

To get my book click here.

Much love and peace.

-Gursimran Kaur

To, My Dear Fear

What is poetry?

Poetry. A cry. A desire. That holds within each of us. Some fear the world and let the desire hide; while some fear themselves and give the desire the form of a word, a phrase, a creation, an art; to let the desire reveal, to let themselves free and to live and be.
You guys, I have been working on a little something lately and finally it’s complete! I self published on Kindle direct publishing. Continue reading “To, My Dear Fear”


That fancy watch on that pretty wrist

That cigarette between those thin fingers

The air around

That smile on his face

That frown on hers

Those sly errands



All contained a pleasure in themselves

Except me.

Pleasure. No pleasure. Didn’t really matter.


I was just the ordinary; the usual.

But the exception.


– Gursimran Kaur


Love; oh love.

Temporary like everything else? Maybe. Or why not?

Love yourself she used to say; licking the tears of that love is she now?

Love is a miscreant hypocrite she now says.

Time changes everything they used to say; seem true now, don’t they?

Love; oh love.

Temporary like everything else? Maybe. Or why not?


– Gursimran Kaur

Autumn Dear.

Mildly windy it was that day

Autumn has come they say


Shades of brown and yellow were spread

All over the concrete, all over the country


Continue reading “Autumn Dear.”

And A Desire Is Born

It’s dawn; and a desire is born.

Yesterday’s dead. It’s dawn and a desire is born.

Her pearl black eyes peek through the window to look at the sun shining after a year;

She’s up; from the deep sleep.

She’s ready; to shrug off the depression and breathe.

She’s ready to realize this new born desire of hers.

She’s ready to write; write all her pains down.

Because yesterday’s dead; it’s dawn and a desire is born.

– Gursimran Kaur


Hope. A medicine?


They say, is the way through the dead end.


They say, is the lantern which will burn without any oils.


They say, may get the Sun shine at midnight.

But. Little do they know that hope is the deadliest of the medicines.


– Gursimran Kaur

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