And life goes on…

Walking the life wasn’t soothing her anymore and sadness played their chords;
She survived many storms though but pains wrecked her at last.
Just before giving up her trust she paused a while in spite of being in darkness.
Recollecting the seasons wrapped in hard and soft those were gentle and kind some time but left scars behind.
Considered now she stands to view how strong she has grown in her own shadows that made her resilient from her tests of life.
She now understood life paradigms though albeit.
She now sees that her darkness as cruel, unbearable, unkind as it seemed  always, restricted never  in contributing to all that made her complete and whole.
Thus, she now stands amidst of storms closing her eyes whispers thank you, to the dark to the light, to every tiny little things that involved in her being.
She picks her broken pieces collages them to shape in new.
She wears a smile as she writes a note to self “And life goes on…”

Inderjit Kaur

Inderjit Kaur


A writer’s life fanciful adventure?

A writer who encapsulates the lore of some past and present events or probably coherent the enchanting tales in his or her story is not sure if the work  would be accepted by the readers.


At times he or she is happy to get a hamburger and fries with the royalty cheque.
In India we can manage at least one wada pav. Well the issue is not the reduced numbers of books from the bookshelves but the credit goes to the technical aspects of fast paced life.
Lack of time and change of personal choices hardly I see any book lover as earlier times.
All those who managed to get the names established via brand names extraordinarily were lucky enough.
We writers are storytellers  who instill hope again and again and again.
With every word we write we try to write better than the previous so that the finished work is an eye catch for the readers.
It takes almost average 6 months to a year to write an average book and anycase any genre. Hardly I came across to some of the writers who could write up in a month or two.
Thus the bottom line is it takes a great time and efforts for the writing to make it best thought provoking or captivating or a page turner.
Writers are patient and work effectively and I’m so proud to be able to be counted as one of them.
The amount of time and energy required to get from chapter 1st to 2nd and so on is just priceless. Writers do a tremendous job to pan out the stories, chapters, plots, characters, imaginations, connectedness, also at times plan on the walls or working place mapping out the story so that our readers get a awesome read.
But writers do get low at times when the book doesn’t go well with sales.
We tend to make failures very personal. Yes I do agree picking yourself up and dusting yourself off  isn’t that easy. It’s easy to imagine but much more difficult to do in practice.
The only reason why we do pursue our dreams is first we must accept the fact that our egos want us to dream big as they believe we can accomplish great things and there’s nothing wrong with that as great things do desire that greatness. This leads us to achieve our goals and we do accomplish things others believed to be impossible.
So to all my writing fraternity be aware of the little things that provides an easy way to get the best and  the most.
Let’s celebrate little victories. What does this little victory do?
Well they allow you and me to gain momentum.
With each little win we tend to feel more comfortable and positive about ourselves.
We can now once again find the same enthusiasm and are passionate about our work.
We feel reinvigorated and tend to seek fascination in our work and indirectly our journey as an writer.
Without this gained momentum we would have given up so very easily at first place finding no solace in life.
This little wins boost us reminding us that greater victories are lying ahead comforting us to stick around and not letting us to give up.
Little victories make us learn more about life uncertainties and makes failures bearable.
Be privileged to be able to offer the best of your abilities.
Three cheers to my writer friends.


Take care
Keep smiling keep shining.
Inderjit Kaur


Yes, I was disappointed with the judgement of God.
I had expected a lot and tried to get appointments in the future and when the appointments weren’t kept then, it often made me feel dejected and this forced me to dive into deep pools of negativity and I was entangled in  the webs of emotions. But somehow I decided to search for the reasons and seek the answers to my ‘Why’ that was successful to diminish my faith. As I had lost all hopes towards life I’ve made up my mind to  search the main cause to the disappointments, as always it is framed  that don’t expect something so that you are dejected in the end when the expectations aren’t fulfilled.  For me this concept was a little different which sufficed me without letting my expectations go low and didn’t let them get faded away. I figured out how to respond to life in a more positive way even if expectations aren’t met.
Yes, I completely changed my perceptions towards brighter side of  the life for searching not the “Why” but I tried to figure out the concept  –  “Now what?.”
How to solve the troubling issues, what is done is done, whats already passed can’t be
Hence, now I just need to find next probabilities, to match the best solutions.
Often though I had issues with God, for not replying to my prayers, but I did learn the fact that every time I was denied, I was boarded to a new set of opportunities.
This re directed my path towards a purpose filled destination throughout life, which made me learn to face life the way I was supposed to face.
I did experience that whatsoever life projects in form of hardships or troubles because God wants us to walk on the tougher path making us more strong that our lives demands us to be probably  because God himself wants us to be more stronger emotionally, to get fitted in the tougher world outside.

Keep smiling keep shining.

A letter to Santa🎅 from a daughter who lost her father.

A letter from a daughter to her departed father, reliving all the memories from the first day of her school to her Father’s death in hospital.

Dear Santa, 🎅
Please do hand over this poetry📖✒
of mine to my loving father who’s been on a walk towards divine.
I wait for him but I know he wouldn’t be here,
lost in his silence is my patience that I wrote in few lines……..

A broken soul that lies behind
the mirage of her perfect smile
like a wounded bird with out the wings waiting for a flight.
Tears hidden in violets resting along with roses in dew,
some tears cried, some tears in pain, some tears dried, some creeping back in eyes.
Some tears clinched to soul to
re pine behind the mirage of her smile that she claims to be perfect but has a tormented soul.
To her father she penned in few words that flowed from her parched heart.
Narrating the day when he took her to school to the last breath he took waving her goodbye.
He acclaimed his happiness to be proud father of the little girl in the crowd standing outside the gate of school holding his hands tight; for being the first day of the school she is gripped in fears.
He walked all the way that day held her hands all the way.
But he almost cried to hear her say:
” Father, please don’t go away and don’t leave me alone.
I’ll feel so sad if you go away,
I might need you, in every step I lay for its a new unseen way
I’ll miss you when you go away.
I plead you can’t you stay?.”

Father said ” Don’t you cry my little angel, you’ll be fine so dry your tears.
You’ll have me always in your heart even if I’m far away.
We will be always together you’re in my memories and I’m in your heart.”

She still relives those memories, he stood upfront on her wedding day as he tried to hide those rolling tears but wasn’t successful when he sees his daughter walked away in her new life in a new home.
Later he is rejoiced to see her dancing in joy when she’s blessed with a child in her life.
Tears rolled once again in joy but she catches the glance at the end to see his eyes brimmed in tears she leans and whispers “Father I’m fine and now I need to go. I’ll miss you all the way you’re in my heart we will be together though we are apart.”
Father replies, ” I’m fine and I  bless you my child be happy for always and you’re in my heart.”

Time page changed and broke as   charred when she hears him to be not well.
She came in hospital bed leans down to kiss his forehead.
He smiles holding her hand tight wishes he had some time to fight back and save his life.
Once again is the darkest night they sat together quite and sad as she couldn’t see her dying father, tears are hard to hide.
She claims in calm voice,
“Father, please don’t go away so far, I still need you!.”
“Little angel, all that I’ve to say,
I want to stay forever with you,    but I’ve to depart.
A last moment of togetherness now and I’ll be in your heart for always though we will be far away.”
Speechless she stands to look the abandoned stare and in her heart she knew the time has stopped.
Broken offerings jaded prayers
heart bleeds in pain, she claimed time stealed away like a dew drop.
She wished it was a dream
but wraps her tormented soul and whispers
“I wish and pray father be in  peace wherever you stay.
For you’ll be in my heart always for you taught me to be in patience at all my difficult times.
Words hear now  the silence
searching the moon in the darkest clouds……
I know,
I’ll never get lost on this way.
Cause I know, that though far away you’ll be always there with me in my heart!”.

I love you dad…

Inderjit kaur🌷🍃

Keep smiling, keep shining….