The Joy, I carried-

The Joy, I carried-

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The light of my life,
And the glint in my eye,
She is the sun who’s rays are undying.

The stars are a stretch,
When her sparks start to shine,
She is a diamond who cannot be cracked.

If the moon is a pearl
Then her face beams a thousand
My baby, my girl, the child that I carried.

Joy came through marriage,
And contentment ensued,
Till for 9 months a soul- emerged in my womb.

The glint in my eye,
My moon during dark,
My baby my girl, the joy that I carried.

The above image is courtesy of Art from my soul

Writers Quote: being a writer

Writers Quote: being a writer

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The past few weeks took it’s toll on me, in a good way. I felt something I haven’t felt before, it was magical to say the least; unexpected and wonderful. I’ve always said I love to write but this time, it was different. I sit at a table, tea In hand and I feel it in every nerve cell in my body, that Joy which I’ve only ever read about. That in-depth passion which some writers talk about- I actually felt it. And it’s an amazing feeling.

I’ve spent the last two weeks smiling and thanking God for the gift of writing. For the first time, I feel in tune with writing- like it’s something, I never want to live without. There is a point in every writer’s life where they know for a fact, there is no going back from writing. I feel I have reached that stage, and If not, then this is a start for me.

This feeling, it’s not a burst of inspiration where you feel like you can go on days writing. It’s writing a brief piece, reading it back and smiling, feeling contented. It’s a tree of Joy sprouting within as you read every word appearing on the screen/paper and at that moment, you know, this writing- you can’t stop it even if you wanted to. And as tight as your schedule is, you make time for it. You make time for writing cause you know, you are a writer. That’s all there is to it.

This is my submission for Silver Threading’s writer’s quote Wednesday. You are welcome to participate with a writers quote which you find inspiring. The more, the merrier, just click on the link above.

1 Year Anniversary!!!

1 Year Anniversary!!!

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Randoms by a Random clocked one full year yesterday and I just want to scream out loud- “We did it!!!” This blog would not have been possible without every single one of you who liked, commented, re-blogged, followed and encouraged me. This time last year, I wrote my very first blog post and now, here I am with over 670 followers, an amazing network of bloggers and some wonderful people I am happy and proud to call my friends.

It’s been an amazing ride and journey. Through blogging, I fell in love once again with writing and I know now for a fact, I cannot go back to “not writing”. If anyone had told me someday I would be able to write a story and Flash fiction (which I thought was extremely difficult), I wouldn’t have believed them. I owe it to you guys, (particularly Priceless Joy and Joy roses) who encouraged me to write those stories anyhow, and now, I can’t stop writing them. Thank you.

Not to make this long and boring, but really thank you so much guys for helping me to fall in love with writing once again and for keeping this blog afloat. It’s all because of you.
PS: Khadijah I see you sneaking up on my stats ;). Thanks for the encouragement girl, I love you and you know it.

The highlight of my blogging year is this interview I conducted for writing201 of a dear friend of mine struggling with depression. It hit close to home and I regard it as one of my favorites. For my recent followers here’s the link: Living with depression and beating the odds

I would love to hear from you, what has been your favorite post so far or which of my categories do you look forward to the most?

You are Loved

You are Loved

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You miss someone but,
They don’t care;
You drown In thoughts of-
one not there;
You contemplate should,
You let go?
What if he comes back,
Once again.

You miss someone but,
They’re not here;
You love someone that-
Doesn’t care;
It’s almost time for,
A fresh year;
You feel alone with-
Love in the air.

You need to know that-
you are loved;
By a nineteen year old-
Somewhere near;
She sends you love and
Sweets and hugs;
And needs you to know-
That you are loved.