soulfulstirrings

A mom , an artist , a dreamer ...... my pen pens down what stirs my soul ! ���� I write ....what I observe .

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  • soulfulstirrings 14h

    Dear you ,
    It's been a while since you last wrote .. I saw you curl up on your chair from across my patio , gazing into nothingness as if you were mourning a loss and you looked so much like the night sky.. devoid of her iridescent stars .. you felt like that ocean wave covered by an oil spill .. where neither light enters or exits . There was this antsy feeling of seeing you lost within that's inexplicable ..of being abandoned .. as you said the last time we spoke .. By your words .
    Like you I have often felt frost rest on the tip of my pen .. I have myself lived betwixt pauses of qualms as I saw my atelier devoid of words , metaphors .. a pause that seems like an eternity .. when one ends up questioning the worth of one's own words .
    So I know exactly what you feel and how forsakened you must feel . For what is a poet without words resting by his side ?
    But don't you despair . for nothing comes together when you see yourself fading away . look up at the sky .. isn't she beautiful ? she hides thunderstorms in her bosom , greys that do take away her aura from time to time .. but she always manages to get back her glow .
    So just wait . for that's what I do each time my words break away a link from me .. I simply mend that broken link and feel wholesome once again .
    Never stop writing .
    For you are your words .
    And they are pieces of your soul .

    ©soulfulstirrings

    #letter
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    what do you say to someone when you yourself feel forsakened by words ?

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2d

    #rhetoric
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    what will you do if one day your words just fade away from you ?
    will you stop being a poet ?
    just as the light returns to irradiate the sky after a spell of darkness
    words always return to where they belong ..
    to a poet's heart
    /once a poet .. always a poet/
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3d

    #memories @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    memories are whispers
    of my past
    that echo as songs in my heart
    they are origami boats and paper planes
    an unbridled dance
    and prancing in the rain
    awe of holding in my little palms
    an evanescent snowflake
    chasing butterflies and climbing mango trees
    returning home with bruises and scrapes
    they are my grandma's bercueses
    my grandpa's bear hugs
    a ride on my father's shoulders
    and my ma's comforting lap
    memories are more than moments
    they are a gist of my bygones
    of how decades rolled by
    and I flowed along

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 5d

    Refer-
    haserre - anger in basque language

    #obituary
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    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    Farewell haserre

    Haserre , exact age unknown , was let go of finally to rest in peace yonder the rainbow bridge on April 05 2021.
    Born amidst chaotic pandemonium .. she chose to be reclusive .. cos each time she was visible she came across as a rage that burnt bridges of bonds , lashed incessantly .
    More than love she hurt . not that she didn't try mending her scathing self but somehow the horrors of the cataclysmic ways of this world and her broken dreams got the better of her . slowly she lost her soul and became bitter by the day . she wanted everyone who knew her to know that she did try her best to ebb away ..
    and sought heartfelt apologies from all those she seared .
    As per her wishes her ashes have been immersed in the river that flows by a few miles across her home .
    Please pray for her never to be born again
    and release her from your heart
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    Sometimes a flower long forgotten betwixt pages of time evokes bittersweet memories of moments bygone .

    Refer-
    avoirdupois - heaviness
    She - the flower rose

    #flowers
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    held betwixt
    fragile pages of a journal
    carrying the avoirdupois
    of moments bygone
    wafts of her faded redolence still linger
    a reminder of what once was
    but isn't anymore
    /Rose/

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    #whc #oxymoron
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    she unpins a few
    perfectly imperfect metaphors
    from the clothesline
    along with some similies and phrases
    that she had left outside
    the night before ..
    and with the early morn wind in her hair
    she views the controlled chaos of colours of dawn
    that burst through
    like a Van Gogh painting on the sky's canvas
    through the skylight of her room ..
    so she gathers the fine mess of her thoughts
    to capture this fleeting hour
    and inks an aubade song
    and a few sanguine poetries in dawn's name
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    Is it a paradox .. maybe .

    (writer's block visiting once again ! It's so annoying when you want to write but just can't )

    #paradox
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    I carve love in crimson hues
    with ink that bleeds blue ..
    A poet .

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    home .
    more than just four walls .

    #bagpack @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    departures
    are like feuillemort hues
    they feel like autumn .. a season of detatchment
    where you learn to sequester
    everything that you once owned
    as you cross over thresholds that once you called home
    you hear faint whispers of paper planes and boats
    and echoes of bercueses that pull the strings of your heart
    and you find yourself at crossroads
    of whether to turn back or move ahead
    /and then you crossover/
    taking along with you pieces of your childhood
    hanging on drawing boards
    and colours of your youth etched as poetries in your journal
    leaving the garden of roses behind
    where under the old oak you buried a piece of your soul
    in the hope that you shall return one day
    to the place that was once your home
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    Dear stranger ,
    I don't know when will this letter reach you or if ever it will.. but I write in hope that amongst the billions that breathe on this planet , there's someone out there who will read these words and relate to them .
    Sometimes faces , people , things defeat you in a way that makes you question the very essence of your being. But don't you ever let them get to your soul . For you are all your soul is .
    I have had my moments too where I have felt raw , ambiguous and lost . Not because I failed on my journey but because I became someone that wasn't me .
    What do you do when you see your own reflection and somehow feel like turning away ? Have you ever felt like this ? Have you ever felt your mind saying that your heart isn't golden any longer for you caved in too soon ?
    Over the years I have changed . For the better I feel . There was this one moment that just collapsed into my palms and exploded .. shattering me . But it was this very moment that saw me revive too . I am sure you would have had such a moment too .
    And then that moment on I never looked back . I became what I was meant to . I chose what I had to . I did what I wanted to .
    Defying the norms doesn't mean that you are egoistic .. it only means somewhere you choose peace of mind over things that no longer hold importance in your life .
    Do you think what I did was right ? Cos at times I do question myself whenever I am all alone under the canopy of the night sky .. sometimes dark as my thoughts and sometimes as resplendent as those stars when my chosen path shines in front of me leading me to a place of bliss .
    Today I am at an age where I live with little but more .
    A paradox for others . But it encompasses the very gist of my existence . I no longer fear .
    For I have sown forgiveness in my garden and grown lilies of gratitude in my backyard .
    May this letter reach you in time . For incase you ever stand at crossroads .. do think of me .
    And follow your heart .
    Cos that's what I did .

    Yours
    Another stranger .
    ©soulfulstirrings

    #stranger @odysseus
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    Dear stranger ,

    Sometimes faces , people , things defeat you in a way that makes you question the very essence of your being.
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    We build .
    The earth sighs .
    We advance .
    She cries .

    #victoryc #disaster @odysseus
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    victory laps on concrete coliseums
    bearing torches of modernization
    whilst glaciers melt
    and seasons turn their back
    for earth sighs
    amidst sights of destruction
    where humans play
    harps of pandemonium

    ©soulfulstirrings