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Hey there! This is Immane A Shiphrah, a budding poet and spoken word artist. I’m doing my first year BA English Literature at Bishop Heber College. Glad that our roads have crossed and cheers to one long journey that we’ll be travelling together, starting from this point. I love talking about mental health and I think it is one of the most important yet unnoticed thing today.

Everyone deserves to be happy , irrespective of who they are and where they are. This blog ensures that every reader feels like they belong and feel home . Depression , anxiety, self harm and suicidal tendencies have to be addressed asap because we are losing many precious souls every single day throwing them straight, to be crushed, into the devil’s jaws.

My Latest Posts

  • THE AUTUMN WIND AND LEAF
    He walked in, the breeze on an autumn nightmaking the leaves dance, left to rightthe radiant presence, what a beautiful sightevery time he passed by, things felt right.one leaf , to the autumn breeze asked“would you be my man?”, falling for that mask.they held hands and took their oathsoh that green leaf, and wind inContinue reading “THE AUTUMN WIND AND LEAF”
  • Paper Boats
    my being tattered , its tender skin ploughed with grief and agonymy heart shattered, my memoir filled with a never ending melancholic symphony.‘what a wonderful world ‘ say you, but ask me not, ‘ what is life?’ ,to me , an ailing girl , life is blue ,its wonders a lie.I am a little lady,Continue reading “Paper Boats”
  • I fell in love
    I didn’t feel anything for a long timewasn’t bold enough to cross the drawn linemy mind was bleak and my heart felt emptyi couldn’t smile though the reasons were plentyi tried everything i could to feel somethingmaybe falling for someone, dating and dancing.i wanted to feel the ground beneath my feeti wanted to feel theContinue reading “I fell in love”
  • don’t tell my dad
    If you find me dead tomorrowplease dont tell my dad …without me he’d feel so hollow,he would feel terribly sad…he left me footprints to followbut i was so scaredwas succumbed to my sorrowand was hurt pretty bad…drowned though the water was shallow…screamed for help, they thought i was mad..i couldn’t stand the deathblowbecause no oneContinue reading “don’t tell my dad”
  • changing clouds
    Look up darling, what is that you find?fragments of heaven floating in the sky….cotton candies for the little angels of highoh that etheral beauty, that paint the blue sky white…even that beautiful thing , changes shape and sizeto engage the sky gazers, with a beautiful sight..sometimes that mass of glorious whitehas it own share ofContinue reading “changing clouds”

For spoken poetry :

https://youtube.com/channel/UCOW0LqtGhr-oWWpgCFoEByA

One of my very first spoken poetry on being suicidal . This is a voice for all the depressed people out there. Depression is not a choice, so please don’t neglect this feeble voice!