Soni Tiwari

We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. Rumiism serves as a vessel to project my passions, and clue in my loyal readers as to what goes on in my head in this crazy world. I hope you find something here that resonates with you. Feel free to add your thoughts to mine :) “Everything you need to know about me, you’ll find in my writing”

Poems by Soni TiwariMay 12, 2019

Stillness

The hours rush by And day turns to night And night turns into day And we exist In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions Craving for a change For time to still For the day to dawn For the storms to pass by

Poems by Soni TiwariMay 9, 2019March 4, 2020

These Nights

These nights, these nights, these hazy nights Eyes wide open, mind unclear These days, these days, these days Things just dont feel right Eyes wide open, heart unsure I’ve been here before, I can’t say I dont know I’ve walked down these roads before, sat through the same show I know how it all ends, […]

Poetry by Soni TiwariMay 5, 2019

Wishful Thinking

“There has to be a way to fix everything a magical glue that sets the world right every broken heart, every broken dream every broken bone, and every broken link magically glued to work right Everything lost found again Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”

Fireworks

Poetry by Soni TiwariMay 1, 2019March 30, 2020

Poetry by Soni TiwariMarch 30, 2019March 30, 2020

Broken

You are so broken, it’s almost beautiful. Like a cracked porcelain vase A memento of the great beauty it was A reminder of the great storms it has passed And time will not put you together again. Because that would mean undoing its art. But for each little fragment of yourself that you have lost […]

Touring Tasmania

Travel by Soni TiwariMarch 3, 2019May 1, 2019

A Note

Poetry by Soni TiwariFebruary 21, 2019March 30, 2020

Healing

Poetry by Soni TiwariFebruary 16, 2019March 30, 2020

Poetry by Soni TiwariFebruary 14, 2019February 23, 2019

Statue of Alabaster

I saw a statue of alabaster unaware of the fragile heart that rested within I admired the smooth supple skin on its surface blind to its guilt and its sin I saw a statue of alabaster an object of idolation, and a desire burned within to be a statue of alabaster, always poised and serene.

Poetry by Soni TiwariFebruary 11, 2019February 20, 2019

Curtain Call

Honey, I know the clouds are there And a storm looks imminent There will be flashes of lightning And there might be thunder And the whole sky is going to put up a show You don’t have to be afraid though. Just sit back, open your eyes and empty your mind. The performance is almost […]