An Ode to Poetry

 

I pondered and wondered

As I hold my mighty quill,

Indeed it takes a brave heart

To cleave and let the past spill

 

But in this process I realized

How much I owe to you, my savior

Sailing my boat through the ebbs

Because of you, I am a survivor

 

Looking back to those dark days

Where hardly can I see the glint of ray,

You came with your glisterous magic lamp

And headed my wandering soul towards its lost way.

 

I still remember those cold winter night

Sitting silently gazing at the lone moon,

With a torn heart and broken dreams

My soul was about to give up soon.

 

When those voices were haunting my soul

Leaving me breathless that entire night,

And I crave for someone to heal me

But all they did was, ran out of my sight

 

Amongst the dark clouds, you came

As a silver lining hiding behind

Making my world shine bright

You never let that murkiness to rewind.

 

Maybe from heaven somewhere

You fell upon in my jinxed face,

Turning everything magically profound

You restored in me thy’s faith

 

Ohh!! my little poetry,

This unworthy soul owes her life to you,

From a survivor to a fighter

You bid my demons a forever adieu.

 

– Sonia Motwani

 

 

 

Universe

And the universe was in awe.

How beautiful it is to sit on rooftop under the sky full of stars besides your universe!

Silenced Thunder

Never silence the thunder within. For you cannot expect sunshine without rain.

Mistake

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

Terrorism | Poem

 

 

                                                                            Terrorism

                                                                 And at that time of year

when you got struck with amnesia

when the human in you

left you with just the corpse

and all that you breathed was

chaos and violence and riots,

the anger in your veins

let you forget your own genesis

that you are inherited from the womb of love,

your bones puffed with the fibers of

hatred, agitation, cruelty

let you easily destroy your own human race,

the cries, the screams, the yells

of innocents may have rendered you

the tag of being ‘powerful’ but

you forgot that the real power lies

in love, in mercy, in generosity

that the blood of people will never

quench your thrust of inhumanity

nor will calm the fire that burns you whole

and then one day

even your flesh will be ashamed of covering

the layers of terror and pumping the blood of inhumanity.

                                                                                                  – 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

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

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.

Yours,

……

She – An Eloquent Poetry

To some,

She was

A composure of

Delicacy, elegance

The body of

Flesh, blood, bones

 

To some,

She was

A portrait of

Artistry beauty,

The canvas of

Sprinkled colours, cast

 

To few,

She was

An angelic soul

Pious, divine

The magical wings

Celestially designed

 

But to herself,

She was

A rhyming poem

The soaring wings

Of words and verse

– Sonia Motwani

 

 

 

 

Letters to my daughter(3)

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,

….