Friday 1 April 2022


Yesterday someone very fondly appreciated 

That I inspire her to write 

To walk that extra mile 

And do what her heart desires 

Her kindness made me self-introspect 

If only my heart didn’t know how to weave the words

I would not have sailed the journey called life so far

They are the true calling of my heart 

They help me express pain 

They help me embrace pain 

They motivate me like no one else 

To keep moving ahead 

Even as a kid 

Separated from my parents 

I found solace in writing 

Writing long soulful letters to my mom and dad

As a teenager it always 

brought me a special recognition 

I often smiled to myself 

Lost in my own dreamy world of fiction 

Tough times knocked again and again 

Losing mom early and seeing dad remarry 

With my little brother crumbling 

I soaked my pain in my words 

Later in the roller coaster of life 

When I decided to bid adieu to my dream job 

Do you know who came to my rescue 

It was an earnest desire to pen down my heart 

That’s when my blog was born 

To be the voice of the Quintessential Indian Woman 

It gave me a purpose in life 

which later culminated in grooming people in my academy 

My writing makes me less emotionally dependent on others 

For I pour my heart out in my weaves  

Every time I feel down and out

Genuine friends it has given me, kick me out of my deep sleep

Even today what still keeps me afloat are my words 

The joy in writing is so pure so divine 

I experience a calm every time I have delved into the ocean of words

They have teleported me to a beautiful world

I have still not learned to write for others though 

I write for myself and I feel that’s what genuinely connects 

Obviously what is written straight from the heart touches hearts 

Is what I have always believed in

Sometimes I feel like giving up 

The excruciating endometriosis pain for the past 13 years 

22 days a month as strong as giving birth 

Drains me of life and I can hardly get up 

But piece by piece I again pick myself up

Motivation comes in concealed forms 

A wonderful online friend may just unknowingly drop a few words 

Thank you my friend for reminding me of my superpower 

Hi everyone, thanks for dropping by, this is my seventh consecutive #BlogchatterA2Z as well as global #AtoZchallenge, and this year I am penning raw pure uncensored emotions weaved as poetry. I will so look forward to your feedback, please do let me know how are you finding it, in all earnestly. In case you wish to check out what I wrote in the previous 5 challenges here are the links for 201620172018 20192020, and 2021

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