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 1h

    words waltz across meadows and valleys like a meandering river
    finally merging as poetry
    with the depths of a poet's oceanic heart

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  • soulfulstirrings 4d

    #haynaku @odysseus

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    sunsets
    are adieus
    embossed on skies

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  • soulfulstirrings 4d

    Sweet miseries dance on a poet's fingertips
    When quiet storms brew neath his ribcages Poetry bleeds from his heart
    And a restless calm slowly descends

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  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    tangerine skies ?
    an enthralling ephemeral pause embossed on the bosom of blues
    when twilight tangos with night

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  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    Poetry

    when words perch on solitary ribcages
    thawing bergs to bloom like wildflowers
    and tangerine coloured skies
    arch to touch lilac hearts
    It's then she rekindles lost warmth
    lighting up hearths
    in a heim
    abandoned by hope

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  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    Refer -
    Nani - maternal grandmother
    Aam panna - Is an Indian drink renowned for its cooling properties. It is made from raw mangoes and is yellow to light green in color, and is consumed as a tasty and healthy beverage to fight against the intense Indian summer heat.
    Masala - In Indian cookery, masala is a mixture of spices ground into a paste.
    Dupatta - A long scarf of cotton , silk or chiffon worn by South Asian women over the shoulder or draped around the head .
    Bindi - a coloured dot marked on the forehead .

    #grandma @odysseus

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    Thank you so much @miraquill ❤️❤️
    Thank you for letting me revisit precious memories of my loving grandma today through this prompt .. kindly accept my gratitude ��

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    Nani

    she was a potpourri of love
    sprinkled with oodles of laughter
    a saga of intriguing stories
    her kitchen no less than an artist's atelier
    with rows of homemade pickles and jams
    jars of aam panna to drink
    through our sweltering summer holidays
    I remember nani
    with her deeply tanned hands
    ever stretched out
    to envelope me in her warm embrace
    she smelled of mellow moments ...
    a vivid memory etched
    on the canvas of my childhood ...
    aromas of heaven infused masalas
    still linger in my mind
    as I recollect her pounding laboriously
    on a stone carved mortar and pestle
    with her dupatta sitting delicately
    on her salt and pepper head
    her nosepin sparkling
    as beads of sweat slid down
    her bindi dotted forehead
    with each bite of her hand cooked meal
    there was a story that kept me enthralled
    and I remember ma watching us from a corner
    with a wistful smile and wet eyes
    she's long gone now
    and her mortar and pestle
    sits proudly in my kitchen
    a reminder of how people pass on
    Leaving behind legacies to cherish
    in which we search
    what we've forever lost

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  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    I love the way poetry imbues into a poet's soul
    flowing through his being
    becoming his confidante
    as he holds her close to his heart
    and sets on a voyage
    foraging words
    seeking solace

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  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    #kwansaba @odysseus

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    Hope

    hope is a winged angel that perches
    upon endless strings that loop around hearts
    that have seen noire days brush by
    she is the tender touch of revival
    that darns voids tearing through bruised souls
    when eyes heavy with burden of being
    light up like the aurora against dark

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    #katuata 5 7 7 @odysseus

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    You are the springtide
    That blooms on my clavicles
    Each time I walk through blizzards

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  • soulfulstirrings 4w

    Wayfarer

    Uncertain feet yearn
    the touch of a path they seek
    blistered yet hopeful
    treading through turning seasons
    till they reach an end that's theirs

    An end where awaits
    a refreshing beginning
    where the arms reach out
    to embrace a hued palette
    and sculpt renascence stories

    ©soulfulstirrings