Bleeding Words

She didn’t realise it at first,

The subtle changes in her life.

Then they crept into her writings,

Bleeding out through words.

Only then did she look,

Noticing nuances,

As the fluttering pages of her diary

Told her story,

The journey that she’d traveled

In beautifully crafted metaphors.

From desolation to creation,

From misery to hope

From heartbreak to cherishment,

It was all penned down

Like legendary tales of yore.

How a girl’s path meandered

Through treacherous terrains,

As she tried her best

To maneuver her way

Out of murderous ravines

And unwelcoming valleys

Overcast with dark grey clouds of loss.

How the sun’s rays slivered through

And the birds soared again.

How in the ensuing daylight

She stumbled upon

A young master of all trades

Who’s skilful manning of oars

Cut through the choppy waters

Delivering her ship ashore.

Who then built her a place of shelter

As the storms of her past

Came billowing by and passed.

She emerged unscathed

Thanks to the master of all trades

Who asked for no favour in return.

As she came to this last page,

She closed her eyes and smiled.

For her heart had discovered

That love had crept into her life,

Bleeding out through words.

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And Tonight We Grieve

It has happened yet again.

Lives scarred. Lives lost. Lives unceremoniously snatched away from unsuspecting innocents.

A hefty price paid to feed the chasm of human depravity. The price of life.

What little value it holds.

We burn candles. We mourn. We thank our stars in gratitude for not being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We try to empathize. But, no human experience is ever enough to translate the pain felt by our brethren today. The pain of families left behind. What they wouldn’t give for another minute with their loved ones.

A massacre. A deranged soul. A gun. A law. A Lobby.

It’s time to take stock and weigh. An agenda against a life. A gun against a bullet peircing through the flesh.

Because tonight, we grieve again.

The Crowns of Croswald by D.E.Night – #Book #Review

Reviewed a Fantasy/Magic Book – The Crowns of Croswald by D.E.Night – on my book blog. Reblogging the post here.

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If you’re anything like me, you must have grown up on a steady dose of fairytales like Cinderella, explored the world of magic through the eyes of Matilda and went off to Hogwarts with Harry Potter and his lovable friends. Then during teenage years, binge watching The Princess Diaries would have been your one, true guilty pleasure.

If you’ve nodded along to everything above – and of course you have, because who hasn’t wanted to find out their true identity was a princess/prince as much as they wanted to find their Hogwarts acceptance letter in the next mail! (I’m still waiting for mine, to be honest) – then The Crowns of Croswald is a perfectly blended joyride for you.

Better still, it comes with tiny, adorable dragons in tow (that cannot be pierced by the Night’s King spear. Game of Thrones, I’ve still not forgiven you for Viserion). These dragons…

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Fair Tidings

Out wandering again tonight.
Counting stars
Under their twinkling light.
No order to their chaotic mess
Defining beauty nevertheless.
A subtle yet profound reminder
Of the mystery that is life.
From chaos stems order,
From order rises mayhem.
Nothing permanent,
But everything sublime.
Create, destruct and redefine.
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Like dust returning to dust.
No end, no beginning
To this circle of life.
It loops over and over again.
Don’t fret,
Breathe in, breathe out.
Chaos is only a harbinger
Of favorable changes in tides.
Anchors aweigh!
Feel the wind in your hair
Adjust sails,
And you’ll be all set.

Images courtesy: Dhananjay Bhati

#Book #Review- The Eternal Struggle

Reviewed The Eternal Struggle: An Amorous Story, by Lawrence G. Taylor on my book blog. Reblogging the post here.

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Rating: 4/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟

The Eternal Struggle: An Amorous Story, by Lawrence G. Taylor, is a very welcome breath of fresh air in a world inundated with romantic novellas. The story, weaved with an underpinning of love, is essentially a study in human nature beautifully depicted through the two main characters of James and Maude.

The reader is introduced to James at the very beginning. He is shown to be a Guyanese hobby photographer and an upcoming fiction writer with a good taste in music. Despite being weary of discos as well as meaningless, faithless romantic encounters, he is talked into going to a particular disco one fine night by his best friend. He ends up meeting Maud, a free-spirited, staunch feminist with a strong personality. They meet and thereby hangs a tale.

The novella is the coming together of two contrasting characters, bound only by the ties of love or…

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Warriors

All tales of battles waged
Sing about the heroes of their age
Glorifying them like the mighty sun
Fiercely blazing, undaunted and unstoppable.
Ravaging everything that lies in its path.
The burnishing embelm of a brave warrior.

But imagine the strength it would take
To be like the unsung moon.
Reflecting the blinding glare of the sun,
Unscorched by its threatening flares.
The moon persists, throwing back
What comes its way with the flick of hand.
While with the other it controls
The majestic waves of every ocean,
Silently writing the destiny of the world.

Be like the sun to fight, my dear.
But Be like the moon and rule.

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Starry Night

Love found them

On a starry night

From half a world across.

Through stormy thoughts

It made its way

Dispelling the dark, grey clouds.

Their hopeless lives

Now saw slivers

Of a bright sun’s shining rays.

The misery plaguing

Their happiness

Was similarly chased away.

And their restless nights

Of nightmarish dwam

Brimmed with dreams galore.

Yes, love found them one starry night

And crept into their hearts.

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The Devil and the Rose

A rose, loved despite its thorns.

The devil, despised for his horns.

Looks,

Perceptions,

The power of imagery,

Have drowned many a beautiful soul in abject misery.

Smokescreens abound

All around.

Blurring lines.

Illusions and shine.

Do you have the strength

To show your real self

To a world that would judge

Every breath you inhale?

Bend or break is the new law of nature.

Bend, and create a new vision of yourself

Disjointed from reality.

Appealing, appeasing, misleading the masses.

Or break,

Break-free.

Give the tenacity

Of that devil within you

Some room,

So that the rose that you are

Can finally be in bloom.

Beauty and pain, in equal measure.

Isn’t that the truest reality of life?

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The Magic of Fall

A plaid scarf wound round the neck,
Thick leggings adorned those lovely legs,
A cup of pumpkin spice latte in one hand,
And a cinnamon roll held carefully in the other.
A whiff of the two, combined with the weather
Made everything seem cozy and set her heart a-flutter.
She made her way under cloudy skies,
Making sure to step on all the crunchy leaves.
A smile crept sweetly upon her face.
Basking in the beauty of fall,
She dared to believe she could conquer it all.

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Breaking the Mould of Peer Pressure

A question that sometimes drive me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

Since as long as I can remember, I’ve been aware of the realisation that most of the time my likes and dislikes are quite different and distinct from the people around me. It would appear as if the whole world is obsessing over a certain fad at the moment while I’m unable to see any charm in that particular thing. More often than not, I absolutely abhor or despise it.

Time and time again, I’ve tried to ascertain the reason behind this discrepancy, because, like everyone else, I wanted to fit in or felt pressured to do so by peers. I failed to understand if I did not want to follow the beaten path merely because so many others were doing the same or was there some other factor involved? Would I have given the object/substance/matter in question a fair chance in vacuum without knowledge of the fact that people were going bonkers over it? It was baffling and somewhat disconcerting.

As of yet, I have no answer. Over the years it had become more and more difficult to define my own choices, to choose my own desires. It was easy to get swayed by popular opinion because of the tendency to be one of the flock. Any deviation from the ordinary is usually looked upon with scepticism and I really did not want to draw attention to myself. Was I being true to myself, however, was an entirely different question. All the lines had gotten blurry.

What I do know, today, is that it’s alright to be different. It’s alright to think differently, to choose differently and to decide differently. Peers are just that. Peers. They are not you. You’re your own person. It does not matter why your wavelengths don’t match those surrounding you. What matters is being unperturbed by their existence and concentrating on your own. So many children buckle under peer pressure. So many college kids get goaded into doing things they don’t like to the extent that it they end up ruining their lives. It is important to learn to say no. To put your foot down and draw the line between what is acceptable to you and what isn’t. No one can take the right away from us. All that’s needed is a simple assertion from our end. Within no time at all the notion of fitting in would look like the smokescreen it actually is. Sooner or later, invariably, everyone ends up finding like minded people. Thus, it is imperative to thrive in your individuality rather than to suppress it, to let yourself grow into what you’re meant to be and not what others would like to see you as.

At the end of the day, and also to answer the questions I posed earlier, remember the words of the good ol’ Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland – “We’re all mad here”.