InKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfbyMehak AdlakhaIt Feels Unreal, Yet RealBut, what is it?Jun 3, 20244Jun 3, 20244
InKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfbyMehak AdlakhaAnd the Tale Doesn’t End HerePoetry of moving on.May 30, 20242May 30, 20242
InThe Live. Love. Laugh. PubbyMehak AdlakhaAnd There I Stood.The Poems Of Falling — by her and him.May 3, 202418May 3, 202418
InWrite A CatalystbyMehak AdlakhaWhy I Stopped Writing PoetryIt became a toxic habit.Apr 29, 202416Apr 29, 202416
InWrite A CatalystbyMehak Adlakha14 February 2018It was Valentine’s Day and here I was, grieving my heart out.Apr 27, 20245Apr 27, 20245
InShort. Sweet. Valuable.byMehak AdlakhaDon’t Love Me. I Beg You, for Your Sake.I wrote and sent this to him, hoping I did the right thing. But did I?Jan 21, 2024Jan 21, 2024
InThe ShortformbyMehak AdlakhaI Would Always Love Falling Asleep Gazing at the Sleepy YouIn the quiet moments, I penned this while watching him slowly drift into dreams — perhaps of mine?Jan 15, 20241Jan 15, 20241
InShort. Sweet. Valuable.byMehak AdlakhaOur Hearts Talk in a Way No Words CanA Tale of LoveJan 8, 2024Jan 8, 2024
InShort. Sweet. Valuable.byMehak AdlakhaI Hated You and Loved YouA poem about an abusive relationship and breaking free.Jan 5, 20241Jan 5, 20241
