Abhinav's poetry

 Hi guys, this is my free quill. Today, I am going to post about my trip to Coorg, my experience, the food and culture, the places I visited, and so much more.

 🌿✨ Exciting News! ✈️🌄 Hey everyone! I’m thrilled to announce that my family and I are off on an adventure to the breathtaking hills of Coorg for four amazing days! 🏞️ Get ready for stunning landscapes, delicious food, and unforgettable experiences.  Stay tuned as I’ll be sharing travel posts filled with our journey, tips, and plenty of beautiful photos. You won’t want to miss it!  Let the adventure begin! 🌟🍃

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill. I'm here to shar ea short poem that I wrote about the brain.                                                                                        BRAIN Oh king of complexity, You producer of simplicity, You made me create the verb, And made me define a cell. Bye! See you guys in my next post!

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and I am going to do something a bit different today. I'm gonna review the book Night circus by Erin Morgenstern. It's the book that dethroned The Percy Jackson series from first place in my favorite books list. Plot: the book is about a competition between two magician's trainees. The daughter of Prospero the enchanter(Hector Bowen) Celia Bowen and Alexander's trainee Marco Alisdair. But as the series progresses, they develop a love for each other. But the competition keeps them from getting together. The night circus was created by Chandresh Cristopher Lefevre. And there is a clock that is so majestic. Characters: Hector Bowen(Prospero the enchanter): The father of Celia Bowen and a famous magician. Alexander: A magician who hated publicity and was the trainer of  Marco Alisdair. Celia Bowen: Daughter of Hector Bowen and the illusionist at Le Cirque Des Reves(The circus of dreams. The night circus is called this.) M...

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this my poem about free quill. I hope you guys like it. Follow for more.                                                                                               HOPE You shall be lost by the gentle breeze, Yet come back by the shine of the sun, My last resort, Yet my first. Once you are lost, I lose belief, Victory meaningless, If hopeless for no defeat. The last left in Pandora’s box, Yet the first to turn to even when last, I know you are lost and found, But not found in the lost and found.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this is a book review on the Heroes of Olympus series. I actually got the paperback version of these five books as a box set in crosswords. 📖 Book Review: The Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan ⭐ Overall Rating: ★★★★★ (5/5) 🔍 Series Overview: The Heroes of Olympus is the thrilling sequel series to Percy Jackson and the Olympians , written by Rick Riordan. It follows a new prophecy and introduces new demigod heroes like Jason, Piper, and Leo, while still bringing back favorites like Percy and Annabeth. The series blends Greek and Roman mythology, creating a unique and action-packed storyline. The five books in the series are: The Lost Hero The Son of Neptune The Mark of Athena The House of Hades The Blood of Olympus ✨ What I Loved: The characters : Leo’s humor, Annabeth’s intelligence, Percy’s bravery, and the new heroes’ unique strengths kept me hooked. The plot twists : Every book ends with a cliffhan...

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this post is a poem about friendship.                                                                                                   MY FRIEND My dear friend, I met you one day, Yet you last me a life, For only greed and death, Can part those, Who share their hearts. You I turned to comfort, And you I shall turn in glee, You I shall comfort most, And confide myself and my soul, Whose secrets made known better than known myself, To you oh dear friend, I shall be happy for success and grieve for loss, Mine and yours. My heart aches without you, your heart throbs, Felt by me, And we shall not part, Till We part ourselves.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this is my poem about my country. I hope you enjoy this poem. Please share my blog and posts to others so that others can also view my works.                                                                                                         MOTHERLAND On this land I began, Though end here is doubted, For human greed and desire, Drive me from my home. On this land, Blood was shed, Of heroes of history, And innocents alike. Yet value no one does, Victims of greed, My great nation brave and proud, My motherland to the end, And on whom friends were made. And enemies driven away, Back to their own land, For peace defines ...

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and I'm going to review The book series Percy Jackson. The Percy Jackson series is my favorite series. It is a wonderful series. The book is based on Greek mythology and the plot is so wonderful. Rick Riordan, the author has perfectly captured Greek mythology and modernized it in a way that is understandable. Plot: The series flows through the life of Percy Jackson and the other demigods at camp half-blood. This series follows Percy Jackson, a troublesome teenager who has ADHD and dyslexia, common in demigods. It's about Percy and the other demigods battle against the titans and the titan lord Kronos in Manhattan. It is called the battle of Manhattan. All of this happened due to the prophecy that the oracle of Delphi issued. Characters: Percy Jackson: The protagonist and the son of Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea. Annabeth Chase: Percy's girlfriend and the daughter of Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom. Chiron: A cent...

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and 'tis my poem about darkness. I hope you like it.                                                                                                    DARKNESS That undescribing canvas, Completely one in thought, Yet comprehended varily, That sign of death. Of all evil in thought and deed, That follower of men, too is his, That darkness is his follower, Yet beautiful it was, For a man to whom the supreme truth, Is clear and is true, Birth and death were old friends, His presence lived of. Please share my blog to others.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this is my poem about the earth. I hope you like this. Please share my blog with other people so that others can also behold my work.                                                                                                              EARTH That sphere so blue, That sea so dearly holds, That giver of life, And that taker beloved, Dearest to men, That titan of beauty, Green was it’s life, And so generous it was, That twin of venus, And the bearer who bears, The burdens yet rage, Is never felt by that, Giant blue titan, That giver yet also opposite of life.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this is my poem about air. Please share my blog and poems with others so that more people can read my works.                                                                                                                   AIR That colourless god, Whose mercy we are, That fuel that fire fears, Yet man seeks with heart, Witness less witness, That whisperer of trees, He was titled a choreographer, By none other than me. Please share your feedback so that I can grow.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. 'Tis me free quill. And 'Tis I who have written this. I kinda went for the prophetic vibe back there so don't be scared. This is my most recent one and I hope you like it.                                                                                               KNOWLEDE Knowledge is of power, So is power of knowledge, True invincibility, Is knowledge’s alone, For all may fall, Yet remain that one may. Life guided by that, That alone will last, Through life and death, And good and bad. That alone is true, Of material wealth, In whose jaws we are clenched, That alone is everlasting.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. I hope you like this latest poem. It's about fire and it's gonna dane in your heart.                                                                                               BANED BY WATER That dancing rascal, Faceless yet supreme, That killer of colds, Consumer of coal. Blazing forth splendour, It’s heart so small a spark, That bane of men, Yet his staple maker to the end. That sun resembling child, Personified in rage.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is my latest poem and it's about the sea. Please share your feedback with me so that I can continue improving my poetry skills for you guys!                                                                                    THE SHIP WRECKER That two pathed monster, Yet angel in disguise.That blue cold blanket, Shapeless yet shaping, Gentle ‘cause of waves, That sets the heart ablaze, Beauty personified, Yet darker than it looks. Wrecker of sails it was, with the blazing waves, Taller than small, Darker than dark, The taker of lives, The drowner of men, Hope you guys like it. Bye!

 Hi guys. Welcome back. I hope you liked the posts I have previously posted and I hope you will like what I post next. Please read through my poem and I'll see you next time.                                                                                    THE SEASON OF SNOW Spreading across three, Falling flakes, From the sky, White to blind your sight, Shiver it makes you, With it’s blazing inversed. This is a short poem so I hope you guys like it. Bye.

 Welcome back to my blog guys. I hope you enjoyed my previous posts. This is a poem about an unread book. I hope you like it. Enjoy! See you guys in my next post.                                                                                          THE UNREAD It sat brooding it’s fate, Empowered by words, That rung clear and true, The writer’s power of words, Unmatched yet matched, By none other than his own. At the window it stared, Lost in dreams of audience, Who even though deserved, Existed not yet. It lay forgotten in the heaps of others, It’s days of pomp gone, A fear struck it’s heart, Of death untold of, Existent yet distant, To the faraway world. Racing the words it’s heart , Antique yet new of ink, Thus it br...

Hi guys. Welcome back to my blog. This is free quill coming at ya again. i hope you enjoy this story. It's called dreams and I like this one a lot. See you guys in my next post. Enjoy!                                                                                            DREAMS She woke up suddenly, her face filled with beads of sweat. Her name was Lycia, the daughter of a police officer in the city of Pittsburgh. Recently she was plagued by insomnia, sleeplessly spending her nights reading. But when she did sleep, she was plagued by nightmares. Dreams that caught ahold of her were filled with a blinding light. She decided to find the source of her dreams and set out without telling her parents. She was walking w...

Hi guys! Welcome to my first post. I'm Free Quill , and I write poems and short stories. I hope you enjoy reading my work, and please feel free to leave feedback—it helps me grow. I’ll try to post every day (or as often as I can). Thank you for visiting my blog. Enjoy!                                                                                                                                                       THE CHAIR OF PROPHECY In the field death traverses, Noose in hand to bind those who lay, Their light that drove them extinguished,...