Sana Rose

Sana Rose
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A medical student with a love story with the pen since I was thirteen. Published poet at 22 and has completed a second collection and my first novel. Visit me at: www.sanarose.com
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Meet 8-year old Al, and his best friend 6-year old Gigi... :) This is the beginning of a tender love story that goes beyond words and years... Let's see how it begins - welcome to the Prologue...
“This broke and, Dad, I didn’t know how to tell you about it. So I came with it. You’re right, it’s beyond repair. And what Dad, I’m going to miss it.” Noah’s eyes closed and he rocked gently as he spoke. He asked all the questions in his mind. He told his Dad about meet...
This is a poem I wrote yesterday, on the spot, for my guy. :) Didn't strike a word, didn't edit anything. Written at a stretch in a few minutes at a sudden whim! :)
“Now, tell me why still, after ten years, you are the only one gobbling my pancakes,” she said with a voice that said she wouldn’t let him go until he told her the truth. “And Leno and the kids not with you.” Downing a glass of milk, Noah got up to his feet....
A poem about what Poetry is to me... This is a fusion of verses I wrote on two different days.
When you begin writing a poem, you never know how it'll end... It can be most surprising and I just wrote one that surprised me totally. When I finished it and read it, I knew, it was inspired by a book...
“Now, don’t talk like a loser,” Jean chortled. “Get [i]lost[/i] first. And make me jealous! Take it as a challenge!” “You are a damned carnivorous optimist, Jean. Does marrying do that to you?” “To some, if they get lucky.” Jean shoved a hand at Noah. “Now, buck up...
The blue eyes were unmistakable. And the dark wavy hair as usual. Ruffled. He looked the same, except that he looked more mature and worked out now. And handsome. She had been continually seeing him in dreams nowadays. But she hadn’t dreamt that their meeting after ten years would ...
"Love is just another sandcastle... And the farther it is from the raging sea, the safer it is... But Sandcastles can be made only with wet sand... Sand touched by the salty sea... And so it's near always... And there are always salty tears in Love... as there are always the sprays fr...
So, here's Chapter One. Do let me know whether it sets the mood. :) And feedbacks, positive or negative are welcome. I need to grow up as a story teller. This is the first draft of my work.Hope you enjoy it. Do let me know if it is engaging enough to look out for the next chapter. :)
Until this very moment, my novel - under- construction was untitled. I had a few names in my mind, and I was confused. But I guess, 'Amidst Sandcastles' is an apt name. I am planning to publish the novel I am working on now, part by part here. I want some serious feedback on it - star...
A poem inspired by a painting of Red poppies. The picture enchanted me and I wanted to paint a copy of it ever since my sweetheart showed me that wallpaper in his phone. I felt so allured to it that I wanted so much to paint it, but every passing day, I put it off. I just didn't start...
Synchronistic Poem - Format No. of stanzas: 8 Lines per stanza:3 Syllable sequence : 8-8-2 in every stanza. Last 2 stanzas are meant to reveal the twist. My first one of the form.
This is the title poem of my upcoming book, my second one, titled, The Room of Mirrors : Reflections in Words. Poetry is a necessity for my sanity... A reason for my satiety... My very entity... Poetry was "The Torrent from My Soul"... Now it is the "Mirror of My Soul"... So let's ...
This is a sad story written in verse. Free verse from me, which is not always. But this tale shouldn't be rhyming or read for pleasure.
I am not completely aware of what I mean by this work, but it is a wary one, in case things do not work out, as a friend commented, while I tried to fulfill my dreams...
I wrote the first stanza more than a month ago. Today I just worked it out because I wanted a prompt and it came out in 10 minutes. This is a wistful work, and looking at how much the world has changed for the worst...
A love poem from Monsoon, written for my fiance and lover. This was a warm piece to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This is a post from my Author blog, Sana Rose Writes... (A Journal) at http://sanarosewrites.blogspot.com/ .
The most shocking are some cases recently in the news here, in Kerala. Incest by fathers is something that kills the light of a girl's mind. And it's even more unbearable to hear that the two ongoing cases are teenage girls betrayed by their fathers, who sold them to several men over ...
A Short Story written for a competition and unexpectedly won the first prize.
This is a poem based on a pencil drawn picture I saw in a wall paper of a phone.
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