Because I Felt It

This isn’t just a collection of poems. It’s a quiet rebellion, a soft remembering, a thread of moments stitched between chaos and chai. It’s for the ones who overthink texts but forget birthdays, who cry during movie credits, who feel too much and then some more. Every line in this book began in the margins of everyday life — late nights, lost people, long silences, and loud love. But they’ve grown into something more: something yours. If you’ve ever found comfort in a stranger’s words, or healing in a sentence you didn’t know you needed — this book is already home. Open any page. You might just find a version of yourself sitting there, waiting.