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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

close up photo ofg light bulb
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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.


The days I want to re-live

back view photo of a woman in black sleeveless top carrying a toddler
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Recently, I had a reminiscence moment when I visited my neighbor.

To remind you, I am mostly quite reluctant to take other babies. Call it my worry that I might lead the baby to cry or maybe because I overthink a lot about not handling the baby ( in spite of being a mother twice). I recall having this problem from the very beginning and it did subside a little when I actually held my cousin’s little baby back when I was in 9th standard.

Basically, in short, I was reluctant to take any baby. Most often I have avoided. People might look at me strangely, but oh,, I have never been bothered about it.

When I held my neighbor’s child, in my arms. I was not actually looking at her- but all I was wandering through those momentous time , when I first held my daughters in my arms. It went in my head like a quick recap.

First 9 years back, the moment I held my first one, and when she grows up suddenly, then finally my little one in my arms. To the yawning baby in my arms, all  I could reciprocate was a smile, which was the aftereffect of the fondest memory drive I had.

It was fun, even if it was short-lived.

Even though I had been through those moments, I just felt like re-living them again. To witness, they sleep, eat, grow, smile everything… I just don’t want to miss it for anything in the whole world.

Growing old seemed like a swift journey with kids around. Until then, everything seemed to be slow, but with them along, time began to slip away from my hands.

All I get is these moments to hold on for a lifetime as a mom. Perfect or not, All I want is them – my daughters my heaven.


Soul Recitals




Dusk till Dawn….

man and woman hugging each other
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You never gave upon me..

or even loving me..

even when rode through the tough times…

you were just a heartbeat away from me..

As I enclose my fingers in yours..

I feel the warmth of home…

from dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk..

all I wana do is immerse myself in those arms..

Attrition upon each other and shooting the salty dews into the thin air..

You take me as the queen when you are my king…

susurrate our names in each other’s ears…

with every intense feeling ringing in..

eliciting the in-depth feeling that can erode my insecurity

and make me sink into you…

like plunging into a deep sea of love.



In the blink of an eye….

woman and man standing
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With you,

every blink of an eye is more like a thousand years.

every blink of an eye is a wish with you.

be with me,

as you bring me joy, uncountable with my eyes open..

you take me to an ecstasy ride,

which is strange to me, every day…

the way you delve into me,

the eyes magnetize my lips closer to yours..

at a slow pace, you evade into me and my thoughts

unblemished smile of your soul excites me

when you wait, for my consent to conquer me…

When I already surrendered to you knowingly.

I slowly run my fingers , over you…

finding my treasure to engulf it..

as you trickle down my skin…

even in the darkness, your eyes are brighter than the fireflies

lighting up my soul …

and I smile ..

amidst the rhythm of our souls’ friction against each other

until the fire broke off...