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 3h

    #rains @odysseus
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    And behind the haze of sirimiri
    That beats down on the street
    With an unmissable cadence
    I see a pair of hands quickly cover a carton
    within which lies all that they possess
    sitting silently under the awning of a closed caffe
    as the world passes by in a drizzle
    rushing into
    arms that await to embrace
    unconcerned
    that they crossed a solitary soul
    who belongs no where
    except to that square foot of space
    that he calls home
    /And I hear a song's refrain echo from across my street
    Of home is where your heart belongs /
    and I wonder ....
    Where does a heart belong
    If they never had a home ?
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1d

    #afterlife @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    Bury me not my love ...
    Just let me be scattered
    To be taken in a loving embrace
    By the breeze that blows by
    Over the mountains that I couldn't climb
    And rivers that I couldn't flow along with
    On meandering paths
    That my soul sought to walk upon
    Let me be free...unconfined
    Abandoned by life
    Yet rooting somewhere else
    Maybe a shooting star for you to wish
    Or the Jasmine
    That shall bloom once again in your garden
    Let me be the bits of poetries
    That you keep cloistered deep within your heart
    But never wrote
    Let me be ...
    Nowhere
    Yet everywhere
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3d

    Greed .. the end of humanity .
    Forests razed .
    Rivers , oceans polluted by our couldn't care much attitude .
    Chimp babies snatched away from their mothers to be sold in international markets ..
    And the adults hunted , skinned and sold as each body part fetches money ..
    Whales killed and the oil, blubber and cartilage are used in pharmaceuticals and health supplements .
    Shark fin soup .. a delicacy in several countries because of which sharks are netted , their fins sliced off and then thrown back into the ocean half alive/ dead .
    The list my friend is endless .
    The question is ...
    Will this ever stop ????

    #slogan @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    Forests echo shrieks
    Of fires , stealthy hunts
    The oceans mourn
    As harpoons , oil spills strike
    /Life ebbs
    As greed flows/

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

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

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    Poetry is a galaxy
    Galaxy shimmering with metaphors similies and words
    Words that bewitch a lonesome soul
    Soul that seeks freedom
    Freedom from the chaos that rakes within
    Within a heart abandoned
    Abandoned by crimson hues
    Hues that he's learnt to etch
    Etch as sonnets balladries
    Balladries that immortalize
    Immortalize his being
    Being that's found solace
    Solace under the limitless canopy
    Canopy of words
    /And thus....
    Was born a poet/

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    We live in a world obsessed with celebrities , status and materialism .
    Where( no offense meant) but the birth of an actress's new born son becomes breaking news whilst a nation fighting hunger remains a ticker in the news world

    Where fan pages about a celebrities child grow many folds and copyrights of a peekaboo picture of a powerful couple's child brings in millions by cash only adding more to their overflowing coffers

    While an unsung hero fades away into oblivion in the blink of an eye ... did you know ? ...
    "Ordained the “Forest Man of India” by the former president of India, Jadav Payeng planted a tree a day and created a man-made forest (bigger than Central Park) , in majuli island assam bringing to life a swampy lifeless stretch of land .
    “I’ll plant till my last breath.” - he says . And there are many like him who keep doing their bit away from the limelight .

    Perhaps one day I will see a world where the unsung heroes will be the ones who will get the true recognition they deserve .
    For in the ordinary lies the extraordinary .
    Simplicity over opulence .
    Selflessness over egomania .


    #headline @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    Unsung heroes

    The world breathes as the ordinary becomes the new extraordinary

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    To the girl who hesitates to call herself beautiful ..

    I saw you stare
    back discreetly
    trying to gauge
    the reflection that
    you have always
    repudiated

    You quietly
    wiped that lonesome tear
    that slid down
    the Payne grey pallor
    of your once quinacridone pink tinted cheeks
    your umber brown orbs
    silently spoke volumes
    of the turmoil
    that rakes your beautiful
    alizarin crimson heart

    Each night
    you sit down
    with your words to write
    for they are the only ones
    who make you feel beautiful

    In a world that wears
    shades of renaissance gold
    you hide yourself
    behind vandyke brown pigments
    forgetting that everything gorgeous
    need not be vibrant
    sometimes it is the subtle shades
    that capture hearts
    /You are a mosaic of varied hues
    A piece of art painstakingly brought to life
    You are beautiful
    But only if you feel it in your heart/

    ©soulfulstirrings


    #paintingc @writersbay
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    You are a palette of colours
    Unique and beautiful
    It's just that you oft see youself
    in shades of greys

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    Not all .
    But this is for all those (politicians , bureaucrats , influential) who talk about hunger without knowing what it actually feels like to sleep on an empty stomach .

    #epigram
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    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    Reality check

    And they talk about hunger
    With caviar on their plate and a silver spoon in their mouth

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    Dear diary ,
    In a world glittering like silver coloured confetti I see myself as a plain brown one . I know I am just a miniscule speck in this cosmos that sparkles less against entities redolent than mine . But somehow over the years I have slowly started embracing this side of mine . Tonight is one of those nights when I am in a reflective mood and I just want to trace back to some of the paths that have finally led me to where I stand today .
    I now look at life more kindly than before , trying my best to read between the lines that separate various human emotions . I no longer remain in a hurry to prove my presence around . For I know to those whom I matter I will always have a place in their hearts . I often see people lose themselves in the quest to be perfect . We spend a lifetime trying to be someone we never were meant to be and by the time we realise .. it's too late to undo all that made you.. not you .
    The crux of any existence is hope , faith and dignity .
    I now look for happiness in the smaller things in life . I pray to keep my inner turmoil at bay for I know gratitude is the key to inner awakening . A grateful heart will always keep walking on bridges of faith .
    Dignity . Is one considered dignified and worthy of respect only if he reaches a certain status that this society feels befitting ?
    I have often seen people around me smother their souls in front of others who are in a more elevated position . Why ???? I often wonder . Is status the only thing that makes one human being superior than the other ?
    The other day my better half said a beautiful thing to our daughter .." let no one ever intimidate you with the power of their position or presence my child .. never forget the other person across is a mortal like you and each one of us come with a limited shelf life . In the end it will not matter where you reached but what what will always matter is how good a human being you are "
    /I am marking this page tonight .. cos I want my daughter to read this some day . It's just a piece out of my life but I want her to know that you don't need to sparkle to stand out .
    You can do that just by being you /
    Pratibha .
    ©soulfulstirrings

    #diaryentry @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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    Dear diary ,

    I am at peace with myself and where I stand today ..
    For I'd rather be that soft gust of wind that blows by unnoticed
    than the storm that garners debris of chaos
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    To every person who reads and appreciates .. you are the reason why poetry lives .

    #sijo
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    Words are voids if they do not reach someone's heart
    A poet yearns for someone to feel his words
    For each time he inks he carves pieces of his soul on to a page blank

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    Ever wondered that every single creature alive around us has to struggle in it's own way to sustain ... Nothing comes easy and one has to keep moving no matter what .. so when you come to a pause in your life take a breather and look at that little bird who leaves behind her fledglings unguarded to fetch back morsels of food ..her each flight is a flight of faith .. without which this world cannot exist .
    If she can .
    You can .

    #selftalk
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    And on days when I feel low...
    I look around and draw strength from nature
    Of how she transcends all odds
    Of how she lets everything happen at its own pace
    Of how she tames the chaos that oft rocks her
    Of how she keeps flowing
    regardless of the breaches that invade her course
    And I ..
    So wish to be like her
    Silent and resilient
    /Bowing only to the destiny that was etched on my forehead
    the day I was born/
    Nothing less
    Nothing more

    ©soulfulstirrings