The Awesome Blogger Award

Thank you, Anisha for nominating me for this award post. Anisha, is a creative outlaw in own herself, please show some love & do visit her. >


  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Tag the post with #awesomebloggeraward
  • Answer the questions you were asked
  • Nominate at least 5 bloggers & inform them of their nomination
  • Give them 10 new questions to answer
Let’s begin, shall we? 😉

Questions asked to me:

Q1 Do you believe in spirituality?

Ans: No, I personally dislike the way spirituality is commercialized these days. I believe in humanity more than spirituality. If I can comfort a troubled soul in anyway then that’s the most spiritually satisfying thing for me. That being said I don’t judge or dislike anyone who indulges in spiritual activities, I respect their faith & outlook towards it.

Q2 Are you into gardening?

Ans: Sadly there isn’t a garden in my current house but yes I’ve always believed that nature inspires the poet within us, in its own mystic ways. As a kid I used to help my grandfather plant roses & there I learnt the lesson, that a person’s beauty just like the rose, can blossom even amidst the life’s deadly thorns.

Q3 Share the picture of any DIY project you’ve done, if any.

Ans: In my teenage days, the doors of our kitchen & living room were being changed and the carpenter got a piece of inferior wood my parents were furious & were about to dispose it off but I used the carpenter’s saw during his lunchtime, painted the sides & ended up making a rectangular pin-up board.

Q4 Share the best-loved post from your blog, with link.

Ans: Broken Wings – I wrote it, the night I had to spend at a bus stand in blistering cold. I palpably felt the wings of my hopes & dreams break within me, that night. It was my poetic prayer that streamed through my shattered soul that night. Link:

Q5 Is there any other art form you’re familiar with, other than blogging? If yes, what is it?

Ans: I tried to draw a phoenix once for my very first blog post but ended up making a creature that looked like a drunk ostrich that’s when I realized that I wasn’t meant to be an artist with paint brush. However, off late I’m learning how to cook some exotic recipes (if that sounds creative) with an earnest intention of not witnessing my mother turn into Thanos (because of the mess I make in her kitchen while cooking).

Q6 Which is the most used application in your phone?

Ans: A close tie between Instagram & Whatsapp.

Q7 What’s the longest time you’ve slept so far, at a stretch?

Ans: Once I hadn’t slept for like 48 hours so when I crashed & burnt on my bed I ended up sleeping for 13 hours. Haters may call me lazy but that’s close the average sleeping hours of a lion & in the immortal words of Zlatan Ibramhimovic – “Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”. Lol xD

“Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”

Q8) Do you prefer reading short or long blog posts?

Ans: The number of words doesn’t matter to me, what matters is the content that a post has. I am equally impressed with a hard-hitting short yet intense post as I am with a long detailed & meaningful post.

Q9) Do you volunteer? Online or offline?

Ans: I volunteer to assist other new bloggers to build & grow their blog in their own unique ways. I try to connect with them via Instagram, email, fb & sometimes meeting them in person.

Q10) Was there a turning point in your life?

Ans: There were 2 contrasting turning points in my life 1) When my dad passed away due to cancer. I guess that day a part of me died within me as I aimed to transform myself from a callous child into a silent warrior. 2) The day I got my first 500 followers on WordPress. That was the day when from a ‘nobody’ I felt like ‘somebody’.

If you’ve reached this far then you’ve earned my sincere respect. ❤

My Nominees:

However, anyone who is reading this post is awesome in their own respect so please feel free to nominate yourself for this award post by answering my questions that are down below:

My Questions: 

Q1 ) A memory that is closest to your heart & what did it make you feel like in that moment?
Q2) What is your definition of happiness?
Q3) Tell 5 words that best describe you.
Q4) Tell me about a funny incident from your life that to this day makes you laugh & smile?
Q5) What’s your secret talent/skill that other people might not be aware of?
Q6) What’s your all favorite dish?
Q7) What is your dream in life, what is it that you truly aspire?
Q8) What would be your advice to new/ fellow bloggers?
Q9) What are your future posts going to be about or what would be the themes/ genres of your upcoming posts?
Q10) An honest piece of advice/ suggestion that you’d like to share with me, which would help me learn & grow as a blogger?

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Liebster Award

Thank you, Laura, for considering me worthy of your nomination. She truly is an amazing blogger & I would request readers/ fellow bloggers to show some love to Laura by visiting her blog >>>

Thank the blogger who nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.
Share 11 facts about yourself.
Answer the 11 questions given to you.
Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.
Ask your nominees 11 questions.
Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.

I hope, I’m capable of making you folks smile with my answers & facts about me!
1) I’m not a morning person, I’m a night bloomer who enjoys the tranquility of the night’s dark splendor rather than the chaos that unfurls during the day.
2) I’m at cold war with my neighbor. He gives me headaches with the creepy noises he makes at night & I never miss out on any given opportunity irritate him … & I guess we are destined to be caught up in this twisted romance forever (talk about couple goals xD). I wouldn’t say I hate that guy because hate is a very strong negative word, but let’s just say I wouldn’t want to shake hands with him ( based on the noises he makes God knows what he uses his hands for all night).
3) My life is decorated with embarrassing moments. For instance: I was to start off with my kindergarten & my dad said to me sharing is caring, next day.. my on my very 1st day in kindergarten I tore my 20 bucks note, straight in half to help a friend of mine with 10 bucks. xD
4) I’m a ferocious foodie. Being the peace-loving guy, that I am you can cuss me all you want I’d still smile & ignore that but DON’T YOU DARE take anything from my plate… If you do, then we are officially at war. (because sharing is caring, can lead to bad experiences.)
5) I’m a vegetarian. You guys can have my share of meat-related food.
6) Work like a beggar, celebrate like a king. I come from humble financial beginnings so from the very start of my career I’ve worked as if my survival depends on it but once I’m out of office, on a vacation or at some party… Then my celebrations are grander than my haters’ most extravagant fantasies.
7) I tend to overthink, perhaps the side-effects of being a dreamer, I guess.
8) I have trust issues at times, so I prefer to be an enigma, rather than an open book to others.
9) I respect my mother the most. Her sacrifices, her unconditional love & her overall patience to tolerate a highly lazy individual like me is truly divine. A family friend once said to my mum “Control Sid, he’s turning into a delusional poet…” Her instant reply was “You should probably focus on stopping your son from doing his exotic pole dance videos on TikTok, rather than worry about Sid.” I was absolutely gobsmacked witnessing my mother’s savage side.
10) My helplessness has always contributed in a positive way towards my evolution. Being a very shy & reserve kid my 5th grade English scolded my mother once saying that I’m emotionally dead from within & that I’ll never master English. That incident made me want to master English more than I wanted to breathe at that point in time.
11) I spend hours talking to fellow bloggers & learning from them as to how I can improve as a blogger.


What’s your favorite season/why? – Winter. I find it very pleasant & peaceful.
What do you eat for breakfast? – Mainly fruits & sandwich, but if my mother is in a pleasant mood then I’m blessed with some burger or pasta lol
What is a fun childhood memory you have? – Spending time with my parents, listening to stories from my mother & learning from my dad, that strong moral values matter the most in life.
Where do you think you’ll be in ten years? – I like to live in the moment rather than plan for the future so I barely know what I’ll end up doing in the next 10 minutes let alone 10 years from now. But hopefully, wherever I am in life, I hope to be regarded as a good human being, who is capable of creating smiles for others.
What’s your favorite drink? – Coffee
What is a mythological figure you like and why? – I’m not a religious person but in the Indian mythology I like Shiva – The Destroyer the most there are so many aspects about him that are covered in the form of folktales & ancient Indian legends. I like him the most because I honestly find him a blooming universe of creativity in his own respect.
What type of books do you like? – Fiction & poetry as they give wings to my mind to fly & imagine things.
What are some things that come naturally to you? – writing, sarcasm & laziness
Are you an introvert or an extrovert? – I’m an introvert… a quiet man holding within a million mysteries.
What’s your last google search? – Quotes by John Keats
What’s your favorite flower? – Rose, the beauty that blossoms amidst the thorns.


You’ve earned my sincere respect if you’ve read my facts & answers till this far.
My Questions:

Q1) What’s the one word that describes you the best?
Q2) Who are some of your most favorite writers?
Q3) Tell me about one of the most memorable moments of your life.
Q4) What’s your outlook/ motto in life?
Q5) A thing that you aim to convey through your blog?
Q6) What makes you truly happy in life?
Q7) What all are you doing in this lockdown phase to keep up the positive vibes?
Q8) Name one of your all-time favorite movies & why do you enjoy it so much?
Q9) One aspect of your life that you intend to improve upon?
Q10) If you could have a superpower then what would it be & why?
Q11) What do you like the most about my blog/writings & any suggestions for me to improve as a blogger?
My Nominees:

  1. Queenie
  2. Leslie
  3. Ameet
  4. Poornima
  5. Kate
  6. Jai Lynn
  7. Kaylen
  8. The Bold Girl
  9. Ritika
  10. Shivani
  11. Words Monsters Me

Others who are interested are more than welcomed to answer my questions & participate as well.

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The Butler

“Mr. Burton, would meet you shortly in the living room, Mr. Grant,” said a very charismatic young butler; “In the meantime, I can entertain you with my nonsense.”

Jackson Grant’s mind ventured on an extravagant journey to discover the words that would have been apt to compliment the butler’s witty remark. Yet all his good intentions were smothered by his endless silence as he chose to smile back sheepishly instead. While strolling with the butler through the massive hallway of the grand mansion, every passing moment amplified Jackson’s anxiety regarding this annual performance meeting with his boss (Mr. Burton).

“I know how it would all end up” His mother’s words echoed in his ears; “You’ll be a lamb to slaughter, Jackson. You’ll be intimidated by the occasion & your anxiety would carelessly slither up your spine. I shall just give you the finest amontillado I can find. A bottle of wine can brighten up the darkest of nights & can lead to delightful conversations.”

Jackson wondered looking at the wine bottle if the conversation with Mr. Burton would be delightful & if he would be rewarded with a regular job for the hard work that he had invested in Mr. Burton’s company as an intern.

Disturbed by the awkward silence, in an attempt to break the ice & strike a conversation the Butler curiously asked Jackson “If you don’t mind me asking. How long have you worked in Mr. Burton’s company, Mr. Grant?”  

“For one year.” Jackson stuttered as he was overwhelmed with anxiety. “Ah… I truly respect… Mr. Burton’s work ethic & moral values.”

He made the statement in a weary tone, just to continue the courtesy of the conversation.

“Then you know nothing about the man underneath the tuxedo.” inferred the curious butler; “You would be oblivious to his depression that impales his aching soul.”

“His depression?” asked Jackson; somehow amidst the extravagant lifestyle of Mr. Burton, the possibility of a hidden sense of depression seemed a misfit.

“Do you see the pathway of the back lawn?” enquired the butler, indicating towards a long passage that led to a vast lawn that had countless white lilies. It merged with the dark & dense boundaries of the forest.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful & alluring lawn,” said Jackson; “but what has the lawn & the white lilies got to do with Mr. Burton’s depression?”

“Four years ago on an ominous night. Mr. Burton’s seven-year-old son Wade wandered on the pathway towards the white lilies, he wanted to play amidst the lilies under the pale moonlight, that night. He never came back. Running past through the white lilies master Wade entered the dark woods that harbors the most diabolical wild creatures. It was that shattered full moon night which broke the core of Mr. Burton’s spirit. He wasn’t the same man he was… Now he’s just a shell of a man. The most depressing fact is that the child’s corpse was never recovered. His tender body may be covered in the mud somewhere in the forest without having received a proper funeral.” At this point, Jackson could feel the Butler’s usual pleasant voice swell up with sadness. “Poor Mr. Burton tries his best to be a normal man during the days, but at nights like these, he desperately walks near the lilies in the hope of finding his son. Sometimes it’s on such tranquil full moon nights that he likes to take someone along with him in search of his son but under mysterious circumstances only he manages to return.

The butler hastily shuddered, as across the massive hallway towards the living room a flurry of apologies, from Mr. Burton came to greet Jackson, holding a white lily & a shovel. 

“I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I was trying to find a white lily in the market to plant it in the back lawn. I hope Arthur kept you away from the boredom & loneliness,” said Mr. Burton in an apologetic tone; “This mansion is so huge being stranded all alone, and the loneliness could drive any mortal insane.” 

“Yes, Arthur was rather kind to accompany me in your absence. My anxiety worsens when I’m abandoned alone” Expressed Jackson in a shaky voice.

“Ah! How generous of you Jackson to bring Amontillado. Arthur, would you be so kind enough to serve us the wine,” said Mr. Burton, sipping the wine that Arthur offered to him he continued “I haven’t seen my son for years. He loves the white lily. I plant one in the back lawn on the nights when I incredibly miss him. Finish your wine, Jackson then we’ll go plant the lily in the back lawn & will discuss your future.”      

Tremors ran wild in Jackson’s hand as he witnessed the expression of fright & uncertainty dribble in Arthur’s iris. “No Mr. Burton, I’d rather stay here…” Jackson emphasized on this, as his fears grew in epic proportions.

Leaning towards Jackson, Mr. Burton pointed towards an envelope “I’ve planned an offer you can’t resist unless you think that I intend to bury you & then plant this white lily on top of your grave.” said Mr. Burton hysterically in a light-hearted tone.

However, these words were sufficient to spark a whirlpool of insecurities. Engulfed in terror & horror of his thoughts… Jackson was drenched in cold sweat! He wildly ran for his life. Jackson bumped into Arthur due to which the wine bottle fell from Arthur’s hands & the wine spilled all over the marble floor. Much to the bewilderment & disappointment of Mr. Burton, who witnessed Jackson run like a berserk wild chicken straight out of the front gate of his gigantic mansion as he screamed “I quit!” that seemed to be in perfect synch with the madness of the moment.

“I don’t know what happened, I just said that as a joke. I was willing to pay him $50000 per week for the kind of hard work that he had shown in office,” said a rather surprised & dejected Mr. Burton; “not only did I lose out on a hard-working employee, the rascal also managed to waste all the lovely wine while making a dramatic exit.”  

“He was hard-working but perhaps not worthy of the opportunity that you intended to present him. What a shame, his mental illness may have made him hallucinate things. A man should always know his true quality” Being the silent author of this dramatic chaos, Arthur continued; “A gentle reminder, Mr. Burton you need to pay the fees of Master Wade’s boarding school tomorrow.”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that, it’s because of people like Jackson that I prefer to keep Wade in a boarding school away from me,” said Mr. Burton who went in his room to retire for the day “Thank you for reminding me Arthur, what would have I done without you.”

“Goodnight, sweet dreams Mr. Burton!” said Arthur.

Privately smirking to himself, Arthur knew creating a nightmare in a heartbeat was his true quality. 


Note: I had a conversation with my college teacher, even though I’ve graduated long time ago. My teacher still believes that I’m better with prose in comparison to writing poetry. So I wrote a short story for the first time after nearly 5 years. Please do let me know what you think about the story & what you thought about the character of Arthur in general. I tried to add some layers to this short story, please do let me know which ones were you able to you discover?

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because every individual is a bundle of stories & I’d like to know you better. 🙂



Sunshine Blogger Award

I usually deal with dark poetry but I’m humbled by the recent nominations that I have received for the “Sunshine” Blogger Award. I’d like to thank my friend Pallavi Gupta for making me highlighting the light that breathes within me, even amidst my spell of darkness. She’s a wonderful blogger whose attention to detail in her posts, would captivate you so please do visit her blog. 


Q1) Name one weird thing you find attractive in a person.

Ans: I’m more of a sapiosexual person, so it’s the intellect & the overall personality of a person that makes strike a vibe with that person. Personally, I feel the real beauty of a person resides in their heart & in their thoughts.   

Q2) Can you cook? What do you like to make?

Ans: Yes & I have this wild sense of imagination… Regardless of what the outcome may be,  whenever I step inside the kitchen I feel as if I’m Gordon Ramsey. I once made Shahi Paneer ( Cottage cheese in spicy Indian curry; the only dish that NOW I’m confident of making) for a friend of mine, only to know that he suffered from diarrhea the next morning. Most of my friends still think the only thing I can cook up is stories, but I guess practice makes perfect… I’m a skilled chef now when it comes to cooking Shahi Paneer. 

Q3) Have you ever been in love?

Ans: Yes. It’s one of the most beautiful tragedies that a human being can ever experience, I didn’t deprive myself of that divine delight/ misery. Though it has ultimately resulted in painful outcomes. However, it also gave me some beautiful moments.    

Q4) What’s one thing that’s happened to you that has made you a stronger person?

Ans: My sufferings have made me stronger. Emotionally, I’ve died a new death daily so I’ve lost all sense of fear, lol! 

Q5) When was the last time you tried something new?

Ans: Last week when I tried to cook pasta. I failed terribly on epic proportions, the kitchen was virtually destroyed with a chaotic disaster & I saw my mother rapidly transform into Thanos in 8 dimensions (that shit was scary, I virtually felt my heart creeping all the way down to my bladder in absolute terror, witnessing my mother so angry) lol xD!  

Q6) What social stigma society needs to get over?

Ans: Perhaps we all should be less judgemental. We should respect, understand, appreciate & learn from each others’ differences.   

Q7) Who do you wish you could get back in contact with?

Ans: I’ve had some friends & followers who said to me that for them I was their inspiration, but they were the same people who chose to ignore me in my dark phases when I tried to reach out to them (not for help but just for friendly talks). As they say, people don’t change, just their false mask of sweetness falls off with time. Those people are a thing of the past & the past doesn’t concern me. So I wouldn’t connect with them, I’d disconnect with them completely over a period of time.  

Q8) Do you think age matters in a relationship?

Ans: I’m relatively good at writing, but I’m terribly hopeless when it comes to relationships (I’ve lost count of the number of months I’ve been single for lol). But yea age according to me isn’t & shouldn’t be a yardstick. I’m not saying that an 80-year-old guy should be perving on a 20-year-old girl & that would be fine with me lol. But I feel we are all bundles of imperfections, so for me, a relationship isn’t about finding the special one who meets your checklist of various agendas…Perhaps it’s about finding the one for whom you are willing to mold yourself. It’s about how we mutually embrace each others’ imperfections rather than rate each other on various parameters. 

Q9) What do you do during awkward silence?

Ans: I observe. That helps me be aware of the person, who farted amongst a large group of people. xD

Q10) Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? 

Ans: Surely, the bottom of the ocean perhaps I’ll discover a mermaid or I’ll be rescued by a female lifeguard. (Please don’t judge me. I already told you, I have a wild sense of imagination xD).  

Q11) What makes you feel appreciated?

Ans: The thing about emotionally broken people like me, is that since we are strangers to kindness & understanding even the smallest of compliments or the smallest acts of generosity can make our hearts smile with joy. Every comment on my blog post makes me smile for hours. I value a genuine conversation, a warm hug/handshake or any kind of compliment more than any materialistic gift. 


You truly are a special mortal if you reached this far down. Your endurance to my nonsensical answers is much appreciated.

  My questions: 

Q1) An incident that had a deep impact on your life?
Q2) What’s your outlook towards life?
Q3) One thing that scares you to the core of your being?
Q4) A flirt or A poet, whom would you like to spend time with?
Q5) One thing that you haven’t done so far but want to do before you die?
Q6) What is your biggest goal in your life?
Q7) If you had one super-power what would it be & why?
Q8) What’s your dream destination?
Q9) The biggest compliment that you’ve ever got on your blog or in person.
Q10) If you could eat only 1 thing for the rest of your life what would it be?
Q11) What can we hope to see on your blog in the upcoming months/ what are future posts going to be about?

My nominations: anyone who is interested in answering my questions, for a sun shines in all our hearts. 

Selflessly Yours


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Roses’ Fragrance

Fading like a lost dream, at night
I wandered alone through life’s gloomy street,
I strolled under the pale moonlight,
Not knowing what mystery I shall greet;
Amid the night’s howling breeze,
I walked, past the dense forest trees.

Behind the mountain, near the sea,
There came a valley of roses on the way,
& a million petals bloomed symmetrically for me;
As some mystic message, they wished to convey,
At the moment’s blissful beauty I gazed
For a mortal, couldn’t help but be amazed.

Past their thorns, they dribbled their scent,
& their sacred fragrance reached for my heart,
Healing my troubled soul’s painful lament
Through their perfumed majestic work of art.
Despite their thorns, their alluring aroma still did last,
Perhaps even with my flaws, such magic I too can cast.

Often when demons dance in my brain
Shattered, alone, when I’m in a depressed state
My weary soul walks through the roses again;
& I realize that I’m the master of my fate,
My bleeding soul heals with a soothing patience,
For its scars get kissed by the roses’ fragrance.


Note: Rose has a flower as always captivated me because, despite its thorns, it still stands as a symbol of eternal grace. I personally feel that in its own beautiful way it teaches us that we shouldn’t let our flaws/shortcomings eclipse the inner goodness that resides within us. I hope that the fragrance of your heart mesmerizes others because regardless of what you might think about yourself, I know that your heart is nothing less than a blooming rose! ❤

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The Monster

Destiny decimated the very essence of innocence in my heart and as I helplessly drowned in the endless depths of darkness… My fiendish fate gave birth to a monster within me.

Yes! A monster whose roots rapidly reached out for the deepest chamber of my heart. Like an untamable parasite, this monster slithered underneath the surface of my pale skin, intoxicating my every vein with its sinful poison.

The monster breathed within me. Its parasitic roots grabbed my tantalized brain’s membrane. I envisioned visions no mortal would have the courage to witness. His nightmares… rattled my spine with fantastic terrors, that were of unimaginable magnitude.

I frivolously surrendered to this madness that marauded my soul. I’m one with my monster now. I wasn’t born as this monster, but as the wheel of time carelessly moved on, perhaps I was made into one & now I shall wear this inner darkness with pride. For it is only in the grip of darkness when a star shines in its prime splendor.


Note: This one is dedicated to anyone who might be going through an emotional struggle. Sometimes embracing our inner demons by taking them in our stride is better than hiding or running away from them. Poetically speaking if winter comes can spring be far behind! 🙂 ❤

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Quote: Expectations

Note: Nothing causes more pain than unfulfilled expectations, despite being well aware of that we sometimes hold expectations that can’t be fulfilled. That’s why I personally do not hold any expectations from anyone/ anything in life. I have dreams, I am a dreamer but I’m not a slave of expectations. What’s your outlook regarding our human expectations? 

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My Disability… My Sin ?

Handicapped… behind closed doors
The world, made me feel insecure.
My disability…. made me wonder
What was my sin, what was my blunder?

Perfectly incomplete I was in myself
But you came! my priceless wealth.
Independent, handicapped, I was on my own
But for you, I tried to mold.

Limping, I go down the memory lane
Recalling old times, how my life has changed.
In life’s desert, you were my rain
Now your absence, makes me handicapped again.

Pushing my wheelchair, you had held my hand
On my feet, you made me stand!
In my darkness, you were my light
But you began seeing me as your parasite.

Broken dreams… imagine what we could be
But you changed! you saw me differently.
Your love for me was replaced by hate
As you called our bond a horrible mistake.

How could it be a mistake ?
The belief, that rose me beyond my fate
How could it be a mistake ?
My eyes still yearn seeing your face

All I aspired for was your affection
In you my love I’d seen God’s reflection
The turning of your back, makes me question
Was it my imperfection that caused our separation?

In hope sometimes I wonder
Will you realize?  My disability, isn’t my blunder
For your return I open my house’s door
Now only your absence, makes me insecure.


Note:- Few days back I got to know that a girl broke her bond with my friend only due to the fact that he was “physically challenged”. It made me think why has love been reduced to certain  physical stereotypes ? I mean 6 pack abs doesn’t certify the fact that person is a good lover. Love is about not just getting intoxicated by the mesmerizing features of your loved ones, sometimes I feel love means embracing their imperfections with a smile as well. This is poem is for all those who have had their hearts broken due to their “imperfections”. Everyone is amazing in their own unique way & if at all someone looks down on you due to your imperfection/ disability then you need to realize that they themselves are blind to the greatness that resides within you!


A New Beginning

Amidst her darkness, amidst her fears
A woman walks, wiping her tears.
I see a woman, walk through the dark
Forging forward, with hope in her heart.

 Her enemy was the entire world
She used to silently scream, without a word.
But, no warrior is mightier than this girl
For even in darkness, she’s a shining pearl.

On a new journey, the angel embarks
Tonight, all her demons, she’ll tear apart.
I see a woman, walk through the dark
Forging forward, with purpose in her heart.

On thorns, she walked a thousand miles
Hiding her pain, behind fake smiles.  
For others’ happiness, she didn’t compromise
But her dreams… she sacrificed.

Enough she has sacrificed! Enough she has compromised!
Tonight she’ll smile! Tonight she’ll rise!
I see a woman, overcoming the dark
smiling, with purity pouring from her heart.


Note: Females have been an integral part of my support system in the past few years, they are like ever-flowing rivers of unconditional love. In my dark days, like angels they were my light. Whenever I faced any problems in life, some female in someway (as a friend, mentor or family) was always there to support me with her selfless , caring &  understanding nature. I am aware of  the emotional, personal & social  battles they themselves are engaged in; yet they never deserted me in my darkness. So this ones for my angels who supported me! Although words fail to express the magnitude of my gratitude but, I hope this poem touches your lives, the way you have touched mine.