Penning Change

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


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


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

Silent Invader || Review


Silent Invaders is the mystery-crime novel by Shree and is published by Petals Publishers. The book is has an intriguing story that hooks up the readers till end. I personally completed the book in single sitting. The incidents and the unrevealed connection makes the reader more curious to flip the pages till end.

Childhood Assaults have been the cruelest spot on humanity in any country of the world. The trauma due to it has long lasting impact on the tender mind of the child. The story revolves around the beautiful 26 years old young lady Sana and the crimes that her childhood assault provoked her to do. Sana, being unaware of the things happening around her is trapped in a serious trouble. But later with the help of her dear ones she is able to find out the actual reason behind the things she did unknowingly.

The author has beautifully penned the story leaving the clues at various point of the story. The simple, lucid language of the book makes it easy to visualize the scenario of the story.

The story has detail information about various aspect of mental illness, the cause of assault and its effect to our society. After reading the book it took me a day to come out of its spellbound effect.

The story of revealing dark aspect of human life should be read and one should help such people to come out from its horrific mental illness.

-Sonia Motwani

Letters to my daughter (4)


My preciousness,
This is when you will feel all alone sometimes in this huge universe.
No doubt, you will have friends,
Many friends, worth having, worth cherishing.
Yet there would be the time when you will feel all alone so much that even loneliness leaves.
As if you have words but your ink refuses to spill.
You will,  sometimes badly need someone to talk with you,  though rubbish or bullshit, just even for few minutes you will need an ear to hear just to hear without any judgements or any pre – assumption of the thoughts that have occupied you.
And despite all,  it won’t be always possible to have one.
You may wonder,  at that time all about their words and promises they gave you yet at end you are all alone.
But my little angel,
In this world, the people have come alone and will go alone yet their deeds will always accompany them till their reach to God.
You yourself are more than enough to curb your loneliness.
You are the gladiator who doesn’t need any rescuer to rescue her from her own thoughts.
Always remember,
Loneliness is when we forget being with our ownself.
Never ever forget the most beautiful being residing within you. She needs you as much as you need her.
Let the ink quench the thrust of your loneliness.
Spill your thoughts on the blank sheet and see how the words conspire to reincarnate you.

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