Sitting at the window,watching rain pour down is one of the most amazing feeling ever. But is it same for everyone?


There were these days

When i sat

at the window

Watching the rain.

It was my moment

of solace.

Spending hours

Watching it pour down.

Turning brown land,



There’s today

When rains

aren’t the

same to me,

They do not

make me

feel good anymore.

I avoid

watching And

Feeling it.

Just because

It makes

me remember,


Myself Breaking,

and pouring down



and storms,



Just like they do

in rains,

Enjoy it.


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Hey guys,

it’s been a long time that i haven’t been active here. Exams, results and all, student problems. Also i have been a little active over instagram and posting my poems and musings there.


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Also , i am gonna post twice a week from tomorrrow. So stayed tuned and keep reading 🙂


We could have been more. 

“We could have been all we ever wanted to be

We could have been the people we aspired to be when we held our hands and promised each other to be. 

You could have been more than what you are,

You could have been a better you, a happier you. 

We could have been the future of us

And all the things in it. 


You chose a different way

The way that parted us miles apart. 

And here we are, 

merely in the past each of us.”

-we could have been more.


Hello guys! I haven’t posted much recently, i’am much into building up things. Share your views and suggestions on this little poem of mine. 

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Have a nice day!! 

Imperfect beauty.

you point out my flaws 

like i point out your best features.

and i never understand why

people find beauty in perfection.

let me tell you one thing love,

beauty wasn’t

in that curvy body,

or straightened hair,

it wasn’t in my contoured face

or in my winged lined eyes.

it was neither those expensive Saturday night’s dresses

nor in those heels i wore .

beauty was  in

my bare imperfect body you never liked,

it was those wavy hair i had

i was in all those

pimples ,dog bite, and other scars on my face.

it was in my tired yet happy eyes

and the dark circles and swellings i got underneath them. 

beauty was in those long, loose tee-shirts i wore 

And the slippers i preffered over heels. 

even when they looked shabby.

beauty was in imperfections, those which showed my struggle.

and not in my made up perfections you saw.


you call me beautiful

and then point out my flaws.

don’t you understand?

my flaws were a part of my beauty.

(-imperfect beauty)

©revti, ravewritings.

ps: don’t laugh on dog bite. haha.

Have a nice day!! 🙂

Butterflies and pacing heartbeats? 

I smile a little more

With you

By my side. 

Have you ever got that butterflies in tummy kinda feeling? Or pacing heartbeats when you see him. I never understood these hyperbole situations. This romanticizing of love wasn’t my cup of tea and I never felt the love this way, this unnatural and overempasized way. But did that mean i has lesser of a girl characteristics and more of a boy characteristics within me? Nope, it was just that i knew he was mine, his looks , his eyes or voice didn’t excite me. His words,his touch and his love gave me satisfaction, a satisfaction of togetherness. I smiled a little more with him by my side.

(-excerpt from the book i’ll never write) 

Looking out for you. 

“I haven’t seen you in months, but every time I walk outside, I’m terrified. I feel nerves buzz in the palms of my hands and a tingling shivers down my spine. I’m worried that when I see you I will forget how to breathe or my legs will stop working properly. You’ll send my body into shock. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be constantly scanning the crowd for the familiar spike of hair or the leather jacket you insisted made you look cool? I feel the weight of the possibility of your presence every time I walk outside. I haven’t seen you in months, and I don’t know whether I want that to change or not.”

(-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write)

And then were none. 

Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine;

One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late;

One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon;

One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.

Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;

One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.

Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Soldier boys going in for law;

One got into Chancery and then there were four.

Four little Soldier boys going out to sea;

A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo;

A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two little Soldier boys playing with a gun;

One shot the other and then there was One.

One little Soldier boy left all alone;

He went out and hanged himself and then there were None.


Have you guys read the novel, “and then there were none” by agatha chirstie? If no. Do read. This poem will appear on the very first page and as you reach the end of the book this poem’s significance would be known by the reader. This novel is an entralling tale of 10 people, these 10 people get random invitation by an unknown person to Devon isalnd. Soon, a series of deaths start to happen, who is the murderer? 


By, Revti , repressed soul.