Why I Write

~I've been away since October 18, yup, a pretty long time, but that's because I've never been hit by a writer's block before. Now I know what it feels like. I couldn't keep up with my weekly posting schedules too, yes, but please exempt me this one time? It's been a hard time for me... Continue Reading →

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Telepathic Tether

~This is a poetic piece in the form of a first telepathic conversation between two strangers , the different coloured lines are to separate their dialogues. Enjoy =) ! Telepathic Tether Hello, voice in my head. Hi, voice in mine. Do you think you can help me, I think I need a friend. Why isn't... Continue Reading →

You’re Human

~Hey, thereee! It's my blog's first birthday! Yup, INKSOAKEDSOUL IS OFFICIALLY A ONE-YEAR-OLD INFANT NOW WOHOOO! Hehehe, sorry got carried away in excitement. Thank you all, for staying by my side and supporting me as I've grown through this year. To celebrate my blog's birthday, I have two compositions coming your way, both of them... Continue Reading →

Strange Sadness

There's a strange sadness setting in, its depth unknown. A dull electricity running through my bones. A numbness that consumes from within, its intensity held back. A persistent ache, an echo of mistakes wrapped around the tip of my finger like a string tieing me down to the ground. Sometimes, hollowness just comes and settles... Continue Reading →

Project Linked – ANNOUNCEMENT

An invitation to everyone willing to collaborate with us on a wonderful project spanning across several chapters of one hand-crafted story written by none other than you guys. Join us to bring all the bloggers closer together ! =)

The Girl in The Mirror

Her thoughts are now rusted. Their core has melted away from her bones. Her skin is tainted with memories long forgotten. And in this chaos, this crowd ; she's alone. The girl in the mirror is a therapist to many, A friend to several in stress. But when it comes to her, she's a broken... Continue Reading →

The Curtain Rises

We sit down, each at our seat. Breathe deep and behold. History is about to repeat. The curtain rises and the whispers subside. With a fluid grace the musicians arrive. And even before we can catch our breath, The aura starts to come alive. The first note vibrates through the silent air. It's motion sending... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #19

"The world called him a coward. For refusing to go to war; And giving speeches, Telling people to stay away from it. I called him a warrior, A warrior of peace." ~Adersh Varshnei Happy Blogging! -Megha Bhartiya 💜

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