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The first dewdrop

Stuck in my eyes,

unhindered,  were his words ;

without a blink, he focused on me;

he admired my soul;

like it was the first time;

he saw me open up;

all i felt was, a thousand flowers blooming within ;

like every time his eye lashes scribbled the most romantic epic in my heart;

my heart was pounding, like the chugging of the train approaching me;

every step he took, the heartbeat was echoing much more;

as I could feel the heat of his body against mine;

I just shut my eyes,

an unknown hormone, buds a smile on my lips;

drying away my throats;

like awaiting the downpour of the rain;

I raised my  neck, enough to be pecked rightly;

finally, our breaths were bouncing against each other;

and then , i felt the tiny drop of dew on my lips;

and I smirked, as If i was soaking in the first rain of my life.



Every feather of my thought- is just You

Your fingers, painting the most exotic one on me;

as it drifts across and sprays the paint on the canvas which is me;

i feel like a rainbow, soaked in every colour that encompasses you;

each moment is like we are sailing together in the boats of our dreams,

under the blanketed night sky;

the dreams, wherein, i am just the right flower for you taste the honey.

as i bloom, in every drop of love from you,

you take me to ecstasy, beyond my thoughts,

you pecked away , every feather of my thoughts;

unbuckling me into space, where you are the only gravity;

that held me closer, a breath away.


Let me freeze the time and live in it


Heartbeats, thumping like the beats of music.

that you always loved listening to.

I just heard only the rhythm, it was playing..

as you were sighted right in front of me..

brightening my eyes..

overwhelming my thoughts, with nothing but you..

I stood awake,

but I was closing my eyes and listening to the heart,

which homes me..

like the raindrops, falling into the ocean…

becoming one with it..

I wished you rain upon me…

reciting the poetry of dewdrops…

and smooching away the inhibitions in me…

all I knew it that, the only thing I want

is love you much more…

and feel alive.

Just freeze the moment..

and loop in that moment forever

and let you take me into you…- The Home I always adore to be in.






I am the poetry, you bleed in love

Engulf my thoughts,

with the boundless zest.

rekindle my moments with that music,

that just taunts my memories…

that floods in, giving a rush of emotions …

spurring my poetic senses..

all I need is those warm cuddles..

wherein my words come flooding by..

like the uncountable caresses you shower on me,

every word, you utter becomes poetry to me..

and every touch you make, 

enthralls my skin…

invoking the hidden desires…

that slips away from my lips but ends in yours…

I want to be the poetry..

that you recite, with the ink you bleed in love with me..




With you, Every Battle seems like Just Another Dawn

Amidst my confusions,

you are the only surety, I have…

the way you caress me,

takes away the pain I surrendered to…

with you, every battle seems like just another dawn…

every failure is yet another dusk…

all you give me is the freedom to breathe..

like there was nothing hindering the flow of air into me…

I just know only one thing, that without you my life is harder…

as you keep my memories alive and never broken…

with you, I feel I have being frozen into the timeline of my life…

that is just meant for the happiness of our souls…

freeze me , into this moment,

when you are just mine and I am yours forever…





Just So Happy when I saw this pop out on my screen.

7th Anniversary with WordPress || WordPress Blog anniversay || Soulrecitals

I still remember the time I began to write, I was just imperfect when i began.. still working on my imperfections not to reach out to other’s expectations, but just mine. I began to write when I felt, I was missing out something in my life- the vibe for living.

Like any other new mother, I also dealt with depressions, stress, and much more. But then I diagnosed my own ways to work on it. I wanted my mind to shake hands with peacefulness and all i wanted was mindfulness. Thanks to my numerous friends who encouraged me to write more and more, when I was not even good at it.

Passion turned profession

Now I am happy, I began to write. Now that I took up my profession as a Writer, which is my passion itself. It helps me in a great way. It is sometimes important to fall multiple times, before we rise. It just helps in a great deal.

So folks, never think that you are on a diversion from what you were doing when you end up doing things that you never expected. In the end, you end up doing what you are supposed to do. So CHILL !!


All these years, writing my way out was not so easy. People judged me, misjudged me, expected a lot, criticized, loved, romanticized and much more. Yet, I moved on with my journey. It was just my yearnest desire that led me mostly.

When I was low, I wrote..

When I was upset, I wrote..

When I was happy, I wrote..

When I needed motivation, I wrote..

When I was lost, I wrote..

When I was in love, I wrote..

When i was in Chaos, I wrote…

All I did was write, write and write more….

It was like a silent prayer to my inner soul, to work on me..

And yes, I am still doing the same.





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The wound lets the light to the inside

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A time there was,

when i was broken enough

not to be mended by any chance;

away was my soul,

treading far away from within me,

to destinations unknown

searching for the ones, whom I craved for,

neglecting the ones who were just a breath away,

finally, the wounds cracked open to let the light in,

into the deepest corners of my heart;

enlightening my thoughts;

finally to accept the ones, who held me closer,

when I was terrible.