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
Author Archives: 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”
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,Continue reading “These Nights”
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
And when I have lost my sparkle don’t you worry For I will find my own light All I need is for you to be at my side Ready for the fireworks
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 lostContinue reading “Broken”
Touring Tasmania
There are two things that top just about every other pleasure in the world – writing and travelling ( for me anyway). I have had a chance to do a little bit of both these past two years. Two friends and I had been sitting on the idea of a graduation trip for some time.Continue reading “Touring Tasmania”
A Note
A note to the writers and dreamers Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books;Continue reading “A Note”
Healing
I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind I have picked my way through the sharp shards left from the words I have said to myself And after all these years, meeting myself felt like taking a breath of fresh air After suffocating in the stagnant breath ofContinue reading “Healing”
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.
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 almostContinue reading “Curtain Call”
