And the universe was in awe.
How beautiful it is to sit on rooftop under the sky full of stars besides your universe!
Never silence the thunder within. For you cannot expect sunshine without rain.
The only mistake
you made was
letting people dive
effortlessly in your depths
while they were still
anchored to some other sea.
– Sonia Motwani
#amwriting #poetry
My little warrior,
This is for the time when you will find yourself in the midst of the war.
When you will fail to judge your own move or predict the next one.
But you need to know that the battles are necessary,
You are a warrior, my gladiator but
you need to know which battle is worth to be fought for.
You need to choose your battles wisely though at times you would be enticed to find a wrong path, the one distracting you from your soul’s voice.
But you should know
Not everyone in this world who extends the helping hand have intentions to help you,
That not all that praises you have the feelings of your appraisal,
That not everyone who seems to be on the other side of the battle is always your enemy.
Sometimes indeed most of the times
The person you need the most is none other than you. ONLY YOU
The battles that you fight outside brings you glory,
But the battles that you fight within brings you victory.
Always remember that the warrior doesn’t always needs to be an armoured one on the knight because the great battles are fought winning your own kind.
The one who settles down its thoughts,
who can make peace with its demons,
who knows to spill off the spilled mess, is a real warrior.
In this world of varied faces,
never hide your real self from you just to be one with the flow.
Because at the end,
Its always you, who need you.
Whole.
Yours,
….
And this is how poetry is conceived.
Neither a structured roof
Nor a well furnished furniture
Not even equipped with
All trendy interior design
The house becomes a home
When the walls are
Luxuriously filled with love
Where the care welcomes you
Wide opening its arm
Where u, as a little baby
Can rest your head
And the memories sing you
A beautiful lullaby
Where you can pour your heart out,
Without having any fear of being judged
Where your restless soul attains tranquil peace
Where your broken , defeated spirit
Again gets charged up to fight back
Where the bright light of belonging enlightens you
Where your spilled thoughts are being heard and respected
Where you cherish your each and every breath as a beautiful gift
Yes, in such a heavenly place
Where house is no more
The place to survive and pass by
But a love breathing home where your soul can forever lie.
– Sonia Motwani
Trying out something new. A complete series of imagination. Hope it reaches where it is aimed.
Suggestions are always welcomed.
My little doll,
Though this is not only for you but for all the girls out their who struggle for themselves.
Just a small piece of art by the person who found the treasure a little late but worthy things aren’t captured easily.
So here is my try to be your hand whenever you fall.
These aren’t only letters but the pieces you will need to adore yourself with,whenever you are kicked off to ground.
Don’t starve to be beautiful,
Don’t starve to be pretty,
Don’t demand for the external glory,
Nor for anyone’s uncompassionate pity.
Just because they can’t see the shine of moon in daylight,
It doesn’t resemble it’s absence during day.
You don’t need anyone’s approval
to make you believe in your ownself,
You don’t need anyone’s point of view
on how you should be dealt,
It is , it was and it always will be you who is important to your own kind.
It is your life,
You can do hell mess with it or make it a beautiful universe of your own to live in.
Because at end it would be your heart who will ask you the questions for your discontent or will add flavour to your contented life.
And always remember,
You solely are accountable for whatever comes on your way as being a charioteer
of the chariot of your life you must know where to rest it or where to lead it.
Yours,
…..
And life suddenly seemed as if a miracle,
A journey to live at its fullest,
A ride to be enjoyed as if the last,
A melody that pulled every string of my heart,
A rhythm on which my feets just banged on,
A fest to be celebrated in its every moment,
A dream, much more than reality to be relived,
A story holding me close adding spices in me,
A beautifully carved poetry pouring in me sublime rhymes,
Oh dear life,
I have fallen for you since the day he became my life.
– Sonia Motwani
Your eyes wove my dream catcher
Absorbing my darkest nights
Flowing like thread in needle
Stitching the dreams which were once out of my sight
Transforming dreams to reality
You made me believe in miracle
Oh my charismatic dreamcatcher
Your rhyme made my life lyrical.
– Sonia Motwani
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