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Because you can’t be someone’s miracle if you cease being your own.

Help yourself first.

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Be with one|Poetry

Be with one

Be with one,

who can make

you count endless stars twinkling in your eyes,

who can make

you feel the star-dust flowing in your veins,

who can make

you hear the rage of cosmic storms between your beats,

who can make

you embrace your meteorite flaws as a mere part of your flawless constellation,

who can make

you believe that the perfect collision of stars conspired together for your creation

in this universe,

who can make

you fall in love with the burning shine within you

Yes,

The love like that which makes you fall for every atom within you.

– Sonia Motwani

Hello, it has been a while I posted here. Kindly drop in your views.

Writer’s Block- A myth or syndrome

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So formally starting with the recorded definition and explanation about the most buzzed phrase among writers i-e ‘Writer’s Block’, the state or more specifically the mental state where the person (writer) is unable to join or connect the thoughts to spill them.

As a writer, we all face this phase and we even try hard at times or I must say all the time to come out of it seems sometimes too compelling to stretch yourself out from that unwanted space.

Even the famous authors like F. Scott FitzgeraldJoseph Mitchell have already passed through this phase and the few of them quitted writing because of the block.

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Being a writer it really feels worse to be not able to write if the thought process is paralyzed or the emotional system sending signals to heart is fractured. But then sitting and waiting for the right time or waiting for the muse to serve you your dish will never work. Sometimes you need to bring the right time by writing crap or shitty pieces.

Initially I didn’t believe in anything like writer’s block maybe I was keeping my mind away from the thoughts of block or being in that state scared me.

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But then there was a phase where I realized the existence of this WB. I looked out for the ways to overcome it but amongst all , the thing that worked was changing the mental state. We all are familiar with law of attraction ,so instead of thinking about the block I tried to fool my mind to make it think that there is no existence of block. I just have to read more to write more.

Many a times due to lack of muse ,mental unbalance, deadlines to meet or the previous work appraisal may lead to WB. But as I said earlier , you just need to fool your mind to get your work done. And above all NEVER QUIT WRITING just because of this mental syndrome called writer’s block.

Do let me know your views on same.

-Sonia Motwani

Poetry anthology 

An Ode to Poetry 

Here is my first project as an editor and compiler. 

So this is only for my poetry, love for poems. A small tribute to the most inseparable part of me, I guess of all the poets indeed. 

Poetry taught me to know myself, 

In this world of unknowns 

Poetry hold me tight in its arm and saved me from drowning in my own thoughts. 

It is my feeble try to pay tribute to the magical wand that changed my life-Poetry. 

Self pity 

Sometimes we ourselves become the reason of our stress. 

Blinded with self pity we cover ourselves in fake sympathy of our own. 

Let yourself flow,

Let your wounds to bleed

Accept them as your part

And refrain yourself covering it under layers of self pity. 

– Sonia Motwani 

Chaotic calmness

The Moon pane

And I have seen her

Spraying infinite series of words 

Tucked with her deep knitted love


Pumping them out, that night

She set them free to travel

Beyond the boundless boundaries of sky


Those weaved words tingled together

Travelling through her vast galaxy

Where the stars from her rhyme

Knew nothing but to shine 


Those words, I have seen

Reached to that lone ball in the sky

Garnishing the craters of it

That night even the waned moon smiled


Those tingling words then carved 

The type of poetry

That even the stars fell hard

For the mystical woven mystery 


For her serene love for him

Knew nothing more to sing

Just a moon stitched with her poetry

That night for him it gleamed. 

-Sonia Motwani 

One more night||Poetry

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One more day ended

And the gloomy

Darkness peeped in

From the window

Of her fears

Though she lay

On the bed

Full of safety,

Bare and numb.

One more night

Where her soul

Will be crushed

Mashed, wilted

Under the possession

Of demonish humanity

One more night

Waiting to ripe her off

Layer by layer

Until it came

To the dead end

Of her mere existence

One more night

When her body

Would again be

Counting

Those deep breathes

Praying them to end

All at once

One more night

When the demons inside her

Will run off

Frightened by the demons

Tearing her apart

Piece by piece,

Soul by soul

Wrapping her

In their filthy

Lascivious desires.

One more night

Her soul will

Leave her

Searching for the corner

To hide, to bleed

Where the

Human faced monster

Could no more rape her soul

Just to

Satiate the hunger

Of their sexual appetite.

– Sonia Motwani

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