Petit à Petit is a collection of simple and inspiring poetry that motivates one to dream and change the narrative of their lives. It assures you that tomorrow will be a better day and encourages you to realise your potential and achieve your aspirations. Petit à Petit is centred on themes like self-love, self-confidence and taking life into your own hands.
No matter how far-away and impossible your dreams seem, don’t be afraid to reach for them.
Format: Kindle eBook/Paperback
- Kindle eBook: 79 INR/$3.99
- Paperback: 140 INR/$10.99
My Ratings: 4/5
Life may sometimes be difficult and it’s not always possible to keep the belief in self up. For such times, this book is a perfect answer and anecdote with its meaningful and deeply insightful poems.
Teachings on how to become an optimistic person, little by little.
What I liked about the book:
–>All the poems were sneak peeks into many self realizations and reminded me to look upon something to look upon in myself.
–>Readers can easily search for and find their inner ‘strengths’ in the best way possible, while reading and after completing the book.
–> How each poem/line motivates us to ponder about the beauty of life and our belief in the self.
–> The beautiful illustrations/pictures alongside the poems.
–> A perfect anecdote for anyone going through tough times.
–> My favorite titles include HAPPINESS IS WHAT YOU HAVE, KNOW ME BEYOND MY SURFACE, APPRECIATE WHAT MAKES THEM WHO THEY ARE, DON’T REDUCE YOUR WORTH.
What I did not like about the book:
–> I wish there were more themes explored because after a while the poems seemed repetitive and a tad boring.
—> I tell you those stories need a re-write.
From where all that girls are meant to be is pretty
To those where they know how to wear their
Capes and fight. Fight for all things ethical and, primarily, for
Being treated right.
—> The thing about life
Is that it will throw many things at you.
Even, those for which you
Have no reason or clue.
—> Don’t grow thorns
Just because you couldn’t grow flowers.
Just because you couldn’t melt.
—> And in the end
All that really matters is
Did we live?
And what meaning
To our life
Did we give?
—> To let our yesterday dictate
Our present days
Is like silencing ourselves
To the echoes of what life says
—> Let me dance to the rhythm I choose,
Let me write my own lyrics to the tune.
Give me the gift of freedom as I give it to you,
Let my spirit be fragrant of my own perfume!
—> If you have lost
Before you have gained,
Know there will be sunshine
Once it’s rained.
—> we all know that the magic
Actually lies within ourselves,
Closeted and breathing in ‘self-doubt shelves’!
—> You’ve got mountains within you
And oceans so still.
How on earth can you ever imagine
A tiny spec of doubt
To scatter the strength of your own will?
—> There’s something magical
In believing in yourself.
—> Don’t go searching outside
For the magic
That you so preciously hold.
—> The sneers wouldn’t steer
Her path of mounted dreams so high.
She would just bring out her shield
And let it glean in every negator’s eye.
—> In shackles, here I lie,
Experiencing mere longing,
The coldness of emotions that lack a sense of belonging,
Yearning to feel the light of democracy.
Away, far away from any hint of autocracy!
—> I yearn to be in alleys
Where I have never been before.
To meet strangers, be a part of their stories and
Become someone they come to adore.
—> Don’t be sad
With the mountain of earth
That buries your dreams today.
Know that today’s earth
Is tomorrows dust
That shall scatter with the sun’s ray,
Bringing with it bright light
And a brand-new day.
—> I hold the depth of the ocean,
The calm of the lake,
The twinkling of stars
And the vulnerability for it all to break
—> For to every sunset, there’s
That even the darkest shadow belies.
—> There are some nights
That we may never be able to forget,
Like the one where we
Chased the orange sunset.
—> Don’t let anyone tell you
That your story is too small
And that it should remain hidden
Behind your inner wall.
—> To seek light is a journey
And not the end.
It’s going to be worthwhile,
Even if it takes a lifetime
—> To use all the things I possess,
To measure my worth,
Is being oblivious to the truth.
My hands will be empty
When I leave this Earth!
—> That’s when I hear the voice of my own dreams.
An uproar straight from the heart.
It tells me to not seek outside
For something that lays within me and forms an integral part.
—> To define yourself
With your present conquests and defeats
Is like deafening your ears
To the universe’s heartbeats.
—> The story of the milieu you emerge through should be bared!
—>No one but you sees you like you do,
Every minute, every second, through and through.
Believe in the power that you behold.
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