#174 This is not a romance, but it is about love. (Gabrielle Zevin)

Online Workshop Alert

Feb 11, 2025

Dearest,

Here's your workshop invitation for February. 💌

Poetry has a way of unraveling the heart, especially when it comes to love—its joy, its ache, its quiet truths. Let’s together explore how poetry gives voice to the loves that shape us, from the first flutter to the lasting echoes. We’ll sit with words that honor the beauty and complexity of love, no answers required—just an open heart.❣️

See you on Sunday, I’ll be waiting with poems on my sleeve...

What to expect?

Poetic detours that accidentally lead straight to your heart
Heart-to-heart pit stops with your mind’s GPS set to “love”
Literary breadcrumbs that whisper, “Psst… this one’s totally your vibe!”
Internet strangers so kind, they might just restore your faith in connection (in the best way)

Workshop details:

Time: 4:00pm to 6:00pm (IST)
Date: Sunday (16th Feb, 2025)
Place: Google Meet (Link will be sent one day prior)
Price: INR 400/ $6

Payment: UPI - riya.roy6@axisbank (in case of any issues, DM on Instagram)

(IMPORTANT: This workshop is non-refundable. If you are unable to attend, you can gift your session to a friend. To do so, please share the recipient's email address with me at least a day before the session. Please note that this workshop cannot be transferred to the next scheduled session. I appreciate your understanding.)

About Riya:

Riya is @thenookseeker on Instagram. She has a Sunday newsletter called The Nook that revolves around poetry, art, music, movies, and anything that makes life a delight. The Nook has been covered on The Indian Express, The Soup Magazine, News9, Uncut Poetry Podcast, Homegrown, and other platforms.

Riya's poems have been published on Airplane Poetry Movement, The Alipore Post, Verse of Silence, On Fire Movement, Berlin Artparasites, Kommune, etc. Her poems have also been part of APM's anthology, A Letter, A Poem, A Home.

Riya developed her love for poetry conventionally late, and now it's her mission to spread the idea that it's never too late or too early to write, to read, and to love poetry.

Some verses

By Izumi Shikibu

In this world
love has no color --
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.

Windy Day by Charles Simic

Two pairs of underwear,
One white and the other pink,
Flew up and down
On the laundry line,
Telling the whole world
They are madly in love.

Getting into bed on a December night by Ellen Bass

When I slip beneath the quilt and fold into
your warmth, I think we are like the pages
of a love letter written thirty years ago
that some aging god still reads each day
and then tucks back into its envelope.