Musing and Thoughts · Romance and Musings

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,Β 

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..




Musing and Thoughts · Romance and Musings

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…



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

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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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Mommy musings · Musing and Thoughts

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.


Mommy musings · Musing and Thoughts · WFH MOM struggles

The days I want to re-live

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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, allΒ  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.


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