Writing; a perennial river course of self-discovery!

Originating from the pristine SOUL that lay deeper beneath untouched, seldom unearthed,

Meandering along the path of emotions with no destination bank to settle or stop; multitude deltas at junctures unheard off,

Moments of life relived to forge revelations of reflection that lay at each upsurge rather than getting inundated by the floods of thoughts,

Emotions rebellious labelled turned friends to nurture the self for a newer better version to behold,

Building treasures to adorn thyself; breaking boulders of rocks that lay gigantic,

Each boulder erecting illumined dams dancing to the rhythm of self-evaluation seldom done earlier.

Turning tempest to a scintillating breeze of hope; With change comes the chance to love thyself again, adding freebies to the ceaseless soul,

Residue life lessons collected; several hidden potentials revealed to revel at each threshold rather than getting buried deep under the soil,

Turning parched lands to oases stimulating each nerve and fibre the unseen soul shined in it's brilliance,

Finally reaching its bank the origin again to enlighten it the most entrancing way,

Nurturing the origin of the soul is an unending process!

True writing is a decision to building hopes in impossible nooks and corners of bewildering life.

Readers passing by stop to hear such tales, reverberate inspired striking the right chord to their soul that lay dormant

No wonder writers illumine several souls all along their path.