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I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted away.
Rumi (via wordsnquotes)
Rumi is love!
Happy February! May there be health and happiness for you. :) #february #newmonth #february2017 #valentine #blessings #love #hope #faith #newbeginnings #ťhoughtoftheday #writer #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writingcommunity #wish #greeting #qotd #quoteoftheday #soarwithamy #amysingh
This year has begun with more grace and more power. Looking forward to make a difference with the voice God gave me. Thank you for all the love always 🙏🏼❤️️ #staytuned #tedxchandigarh #dream #ideate #create #ted #tedx #speaker #poet #spokenwordpoet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetsofindia #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writers #concussion #soarwithamy #amysingh
2016 IN REVIEW, THANK YOU!
It was a beautiful year! 2016, The year of redemption. The year of blooming. The year of dance. I was not very strong when this year began. Like a pre-mature baby, I struggled to survive my new birth. I say new birth because 2015 left me almost dead. My old self died. She took her own life actually. And then it was also time for the new me to be born. This year started with an acceptance that I am an Olive Tree, in God's house. No matter the season and no matter the breakage. I will grow back. Like phoenix, I will rise again. Or let's just say I may have 9 lives like cats. Only that I am not a cat, I am batman. And this is not a sad story! God literally saved my from an almost fatal accident, heartbreak, loss and suicidal attempt. I look back and see, God didn’t give up on me even when I did. I would have missed everything beautiful if I had given up on me. That’s about redemption. I was lucky that when the year began, I had love holding my hand, walking me on. Telling me the only chains holding me back are the ones on my mind. Love also told me I could break them, and I did. When you are born afresh and born anew, you have the privilege to adapt new habits, follow your basic instincts and revel in who you really are, not what the world makes you. Love made me unlearn almost everything that wasn't serving me right. I found my human. That is not just a highlight of the year but highlight of my life. It will always be. I am blooming because of love. I started writing again. I started blogging again. Somehow I found courage to perform the poetry which I have been writing for years but kept confined in the pages of my secret diaries. I was always given a lot of pain, or a lot of joy. I was made to see the extremes and I wondered what was the whole point? Why always a tear and a smile? And why did I struggle between them. So God taught me the dance. Dancing on the high and low notes, on the ebb and flow of life. This dance gave birth to a lot of poetry and art. Everything I am loved for is actually made up of my sweat and blood, my tears and smiles. Thank you God, for making letting me dance even when I was cracked open 🙂 Like Rapunzel, I used to look out and see the lights from my window. And like her I finally found the courage to go out and touch them. Be it going to Bangalore, volunteering for NYPS and meeting Sarah Kay, the human who turned me into spoken word poet. Or becoming a team with C Joybell C, an author whose words lit up my dark nights, for her upcoming book. I can call 2016 as an year of resting on God's wings as he took me to places. I have found new friends. No, I have found old friends in new faces. I have found people like poetry, like cosmic family. The one's I'd like to hold onto for the rest of my life. I have found my lost summer and sunshine. I have found everything that is mine. Also, 2016 is the year I found the courage to put my story in a book hoping for it to light the way for others. The book is almost ready and I intend to present it to you in first quarter of 2017. There's a major announcement coming your way for January 2017, which I will tell you real soon. I can't let 2016 go by, without a tribute poem so here it is: You are leaving But don't go just as yet! I have half baked cookies In the oven And, umm... this.. err Something in my heart Can you stay back to have a taste of both ? Here, sit down. Do you remember? When I was given to you What a piece of mess I was? There were more stitches In my body than bones More scars than skin More breakage than design How did you even recognise my Original make up? Because I remember I wasn't suppose to last as long as to knock your door But God picked me sewed me up Gently pushed me into your arms And yours arms caught me I stumbled my way to you But you received me like you were ready to hold me for years. Safe. I learned this word in your embrace. Your house was full of mirrors And I was the least beautiful Thing they reflected But you insisted that I looked at myself anyway Do you remember how the gravity Pulled my head down? it almost sunk to my knees And you said It's not what's outside It's what I hold within So you washed my hair Picking out years of burden You said there was no need of The weight I carry in there Straightening out the waves of sadness which I braided on my head for years You undid that braid My hair opened And for first time I lifted my head up. You nursed my wounds They were many... right? I was scared you will run out of first aid And you sure did ! But the milk and the honey The turmeric and your touch Rained on me Healing isn't the word Restoration neither You unpacked me You cracked open the cocoon And for first time since childhood I saw in the mirrors of your house Who I truly was. You weren't done with me still So you taught me, all over again The art of carrying myself on my own feet and how to grow a backbone in the place of my worn out wishbone I also learned the art of holding my head High You clapped when I walked After years of crawling As if it was my first walk! Then you opened your wings! You were magnificent! You set on a flight And took me to places So great! Places... I deemed unapproachable my whole life , People thought how truly great I was to reach at such heights... remember? But we both knew that there was no greatness in me Except trusting you Except resting on your wings Except submitting Except letting go of the struggle and finally allowing myself to float As you carried me to clouds Yes... how can I forget ? You taught me faith was possible! Loving was divine! And everything looked pure in your presence... Now, You are packing... You are leaving And suddenly that broken Damaged girl You first held Has raised her voice From deep corners on my heart She wants to say "Thank you!" Wow... suddenly I don't feel that Umm, you know... err Something I was feeling in my heart... ? Ting! Oh I guess the cookies are ready too! Hey! I'm sorry I made it really long I should have just kissed you! And you would know all of this But you are leaving And I couldn't let you go Without saying... "2016, I will remember you, as the year I learned that wild flowers aren't panted. They are called upon where they are needed. They might have to struggle their way out of the cracks, but once they do, soft and gentle little wild flowers are strong enough to take rock solid buildings down. Oh dear 2016... I will remember you as the year I learned the strength of my gentleness and beauty of my being." You may leave But I won't forget your face. Your face, that was my last hope. In the final moments of the year I want to thank everyone who stood by me, who didn’t give up on me, and who gave me enough water and sunlight to grow. I will continue to bring you fruit and shade. Let's dance our way into 2017. Happy New Year! It is already starting with a bang for yours truly 🙂 She hopes the same for you! Love and Light, Amy
Discover who you are and revel in it :) #life #lessons #learnings #struggle #bloom #ocean #sky #quote #qotd #quoteoftheday #ťhoughtoftheday #thought #writer #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #poet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetry #tiny #micro #flash #read #amysingh #soarwithamy
Grandfather, You taught me that the destiny Is the labour of Hard-working hands. Also that one can Get tired of containing But never of giving. Your days breaks Serving in the house of God And it ends, putting your grandchildren to sleep. I am a part of you Thus, I know That no matter what life throws at me I will turn it into a brick in my castle. Grandfather, I am proud that in you There is always a shelter for me And in your arms I am forever safe. #grandfather #grandpa #grandkid #granddaughter #love #family #home #grandparentshouse #village #india #diwali #festival #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poetsofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #instapoem #nofilter #iphoneonly #photography #soarwithamy #amysingh
Hello November, be nice! Welcoming you with arms wide open 🤗 #november #winter #weather #change #acceptance #gratitude #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #ťhoughtoftheday #thought #qotd #quote #qouteoftheday #writerscommunity #soarwithamy #amysingh
Well that was a wrap on the story. The ending part: "Dark is the perfect background for you to illuminate." #storytelling #storyteller #spokenword #performancepoetry #poetry #inspirational #motivational #dark #light #monsters #demons #slay #hope #chandigarh #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig
As I compile the story I am telling tomorrow, I fold my hands to say my thank you's. God has brought me from scariest places to where I am today and I am grateful! #gratitude #grateful #thankful #blessed #happy #satisfied #content #god #godiskind #faith #hope #patience #food #glory #writersofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writerscommunity #storyteller #storytelling #quote #qotd #thoughtoftheday #thought #inspirational #motivational #soarwithamy #amysingh
In the wake of World Mental Health Day, October 10th. I wrote this piece from my walk with PTSD. Let's put emphasis on awareness and de-stigmatising the topic. #mentalhealthday #mentalhealthawareness #ptsd #trauma #anxiety #posttraumaticstressdisorder #awareness #stigma #mentalhealth #mentalillness #taboo #compassion #understanding #love #hope #thoughtoftheday #thought #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetsociety #soarwithamy #amysingh
Love and moving on
A Light That Every Women Is!
A Light That Every Women Is!
I am fortunate to be born in a house where I was raised as a human being and not as a girl child. Being a firstborn, I was welcomed to the world with grand celebrations. My mom-dad always gave me, my brother and my sister equal rights, equal duties and a equal sense of co-dependency. This is a privilege many girls are deprived of. Growing up I did fell for someone who belittled me, took away all…
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That’s me at Pop N Shop
When it started to pour on the eve of event, my only thought was: Oh my God!… Pop n Shop. Like a child I wished for rain to go away and come again another day. Now, to be clear I was neither on the organizers list or on the participants list. I am a Chandigarhian who was really looking forward to tri-city’s first Pop n Shop festival. And guess what? Rain God heard me. It stopped pouring early morning and under the hovering clouds amidst a breezy day we witnessed a beautiful event taking place and here’s straight from the heart review .
The moment I entered Leisure Valley the first thing I noticed was fest’s minimalist decor which included tiny origami birds, feathery dream catchers, multi colored flags and painted cups hanging from the trees and across the stalls. Such a visual treat to the eyes. Kudos decoration team!
That’s some decoration!
From customized footwear makers to home based bakers, from Sufi bands to painters, From photo booths to butter chicken snacks to what not! Pop n Shop successfully brought an interesting number of creative, enthusiastic people from the town together to showcase their craft and start ups. With only 1.5 hours in hand I couldn’t really check out every stall in detail but I did manage to chit chat with few stall holders and here’s everything which followed:
Aarushi (center) with stall visitors and art enthusiasts
Stall : Aarushi Mahajan’s Art
Owner : Aarushi Mahajan and Poonam Mahajan
Product: Oil Paintings and Sketches
I have a thing for paintings. So don’t judge me on walking to Aarushi’s stall first because trust me it was a great kick start. Not only the paintings were great but she herself happened to be a very warm and pleasing personality to talk to, which clearly reflected in her art. Aarushi’s stall also displayed her mother Poonam Mahajan’s paintings. According to her, twenty something years ago painting wasn’t a very evolved art and her mother didn’t realize her passion until she went to college in Hoshiarpur. There she saw many students walking with canvases in their hands just like a movie scene and thought: I want to be one too! That’s it, no looking back for Poonam Mahajan ever since. Aarushi herself is journalism student. “Painting is a genetic gift,” she giggled. “The only thing I have learnt from my art teachers is patience. I could draw a sketch from various angles in mere twenty minutes and they would emphasize on me spending those twenty minutes on a single angle in order to teach me the art of patience,” She continued. Check out her amazing work on her FB page. She takes online orders.
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Stall: Psychopedia
Owner: Aashna Narula
Product/Business: Psychology coaching institute
Aashna ran a beautiful initiative ‘Donate A Toy, Spread A Smile.’ To teach empathy, educate & empower the life of children at risk through the medium of play. That’s what I went there for; to do my bit. I couldn’t help but notice beautiful candles put on display. On probing I learned they were hand made by students of SOREM, a school for kids with autism, cerebral parsley and MR. I asked her as a psychologist what should be our basic conduct towards differently able kids? To which she replied beautifully saying “These kids are so full of unconditional love. The best approach is to love them for who they are, just the way they are.” I couldn’t agree more. Now if you are wondering what exactly is Psychopedia? In Aashna’s own words “Its not a conventional psychology institute. We keep it light and informative at same time by including dance therapy, stress management, coloring therapy etc.” Click here for more details about this coolest psychology institute in town.
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Stall: Enigma Artistic Mystery
Owner: Abhinav Verma
Product/Business: Paintings, Greeting Cards, Book Marks and Doodles.
A psychologist by education, a jeweller by profession and painter by passion. Meet all in one Abhinav. The guy who was taking on the spot requests for doodle making. He quoted anonymously that “Art is what comforts the discomforted and discomforts the comforted” and on asking what is his art all about? “My art is outcome of my relaxation,” he replied. Since its his first ever exhibition, he plans to donate all the money raised for a worthy cause back home in Palampur. His work seemed pretty enthralling to me, if only I could afford it then I would have surely bought some to grace the walls of my home. However, if you can, don’t hesitate. See for yourself
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Stall: Amy’s House of cakes
Owner: Aameekul Singh (Amy)
Product/Business: Home baked cakes, chocolates and barks
Honestly, the first thing which attracted me about the stall was its name. Simply, because its my name and stall owner’s name too. So when Amy met Amy she got to know that the stall owner is a spectacular baker who’s been baking since she was fourteen. “Now its all about turning my passion into profession,” said Aameekul. She runs a home based bakery and specializes in Fondant cakes, Cream cakes, Wedding cakes and Assorted chocolates. On asking what’s the best part about her work? First her eyes sparkled and then came the answer that “When you bake something kindheartedly and someone savors every last bite of it is the best feeling in the world. That’s what keeps me going.” She provides home delivery for all above mentioned and homemade chocolates and dry cakes. I highly recommend you guys try ‘Dark Chocolate Almond bark’ it was scrumptious and I savored every last bite of it! Check out her work here.
Stall: Dum-Yum
Owner: Siddarth Kanchustambam
Product/Business: Hyderabadi Biryani
Last summer, a 14 year old boy who plays tennis had a minor injury which led to a lot of quality rest time. But who rested? Clearly, Siddarth didn’t. He turned his Grand mother’s biryani recipe into a start up. “I always had this thing for cooking but didn’t get much time to play around. It stayed a hobby until last year summer break. Now I plan to turn it into a successful start up,” said Siddarth, who is a student at St. Jones. I was personally blown away by his energy and will. This Chicken Khurrana story is true! Check it for yourself.
Due to lack of time I couldn’t get in touch with the super organizers Sidhant Das, Shubhangi Gupta or Ankita Garg. But here’s a THANK YOU for putting up such a show. Good job done! I did manage to have a quick chat with Siddharth from their team and he did give me an insight saying “The main idea behind the Pon N Shop festival was to promote tricity based start ups, mostly home based. And we have left no stone unturned to make sure that every stall gets the attention it deserves.”
Personally, I had a great time there. if only I could check out all the stalls and review their craft/business. But I witnessed many do so and I could clearly hear many happy strangers saying good stuff like “Kitna pyara sa event hai” and “Oh, I never knew I could get these sketches made on order” and “I will get the catering done from ___ stall” and so on. The Karaoke counter had people singing and making merry. Every event have areas of improvements but I am not going to talk about them. I’ll rather give highlights a shout out as it was a beautifully done event. Now, Like all good things come to end, this collaboration of startups and consumers lasted only a day. Here’s looking forward to Pop N Shop 2 already. Thank you for giving Chandigarh a perfect 1st Pop N Shop and for me it was great blend of fun, business, PR and opportunities coming together.
Photo Courtesy: Vishal Verma and Sylvester Stephen
Pop n Shop 2016: Reviewed When it started to pour on the eve of event, my only thought was: Oh my God!… Pop n Shop.
LOVE ANCHORS THE SOUL - Hebrews 6:19
Love is one beautiful paradox which heals and hurts us alike. Sometimes jovial, sometimes woeful, Love actually conquers all. Might I say, I have been fortunate enough to know both; its sting and its healing touch. That's why I am writing this blog from a pretty vindicated place. A place from where I can see that "Love anchors the soul."
Valentine's day is around the corner. Its only traditional for many of us to be mindful of Love... lost love, found love, forgotten love, first love, ghosted love, forever love, all kinds of love. I am sure while some of us are planning the date nights, others are feeling desolated over this holiday created by greeting card companies to make single people feel bad about themselves. While some of us are doubting the relationship status, others are certain enough to pop the question: Will you marry me? Chaotic, isn't it?
Where do you stand, my friend? In midst of love's cold fire dance... Where do I stand?
Somewhere safe, I say.
Because, when I first thought I was in love, I wasn't (which was like in 8th grade). Turning 18, when I committed to love I thought would last a lifetime, turned out to be such an insidious trap that I had to chew my leg off to break free (please read - turning 18 doesn't necessarily mean turning into an adult, so shit happens!). Now that I am as old as the number of hours in a day, I can say I have had enough glimpse of it to testify that there is no 'soaring' without love.
If you are single, by choice or by chance life happened, know this:
Perhaps, love is neither what you are expecting nor what you can predict. May be love is fast asleep in another timezone while lonely mornings are raining on your window panes. May be love is boarding metros in Delhi, while you are watching sunrises at Sukhna lake. May be love is clicking pictures you would never see because you are buying books love will never read. Your paths have not yet intersected because may be love is not ready for you, or you aren't ready for love. May be you need to grow and expand and enlarge yourself so that you can contain love's glory. So don't give up. Don't let your mind tell you that love doesn't exist. Because it does! How can love possibly arrive home to such faithlessness? Listen to those mild assurances of your heart...Hold on!
If you are holding love in your arms, know this:
Hold it like you are holding your entire world in your arms at the moment. Like your life depends on the multitudes of affection you express. Don't hold back. May be the love is not the marrying type, or may be love looks equally captivating even after 10 years of separation. May be love is dying of a terminal illness or love is growing apart into someone else's embrace. May be love is only there for a week, or may be it is there for every birthday, every anniversary, every hospital visit, every goddamn community lunch. So hold it like you are holding your world, for as long as you can.
Truth is, sometimes love stays and sometimes love can't, may be because love shouldn't. "Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to and love leaves exactly when love must," said Sarah Kay. So when love arrives say this: Welcome! Make yourself home. If love leaves, leaving the door still open behind it and you see it walking away step by step as your heart is sinking somewhere deep in your shaken gut. Its so empty, so quiet that you hear the silence falling from every star... and when, in vain, you finally open your mouth to call love out loud one last time... only a whisper floats on your lips, whisper this: Love, thank you for stopping by. After all, love is not as same as possession or obsession or letting go. Love is a celebration which depends entirely upon our observance of it.
Lets celebrate love despite of all the times we have been burnt. Same fire that melts the wax, purifies the gold. Be made of gold. Expose your heart to it. Let love run through every tiny capillary of your body. Be in love with love; regardless of its duration, its fabric, and its manifestation.
"Trust love one more time, and always one more time." - Dr. Maya Angelou
Happy Valentine's month! May love knocks at your door and you have the strength to let it in. May you also have the strength to patiently wait if love is stuck in a traffic jam, or in a bad relationship or wrong career choices or boarded a wrong plane when its already been a while since you’ve been waiting at the front porch drinking to your silent anticipations under dim-lit skies. My prayer is may love find you soon. May you wait for it with arms wide open until it does!