Wednesday, 25 February 2015

I wanna.....

I wanna do all crazy silly things with him,

Go on a road trip to the middle of nowhere, 

Kiss in the rain,

Watch the sun as it rises and burst into a golden ball,

Look in awe at the inky-dark sky with diamond stars strewn across,

Watch the sun as it sets and burst into a crimson flame,

Hug, fondle and cuddle,

Visit a bookstore, steal kisses in between book selection,

Visit an art gallery, visit a museum, visit an old city, visit a historical place,

And face our fears together!

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

The Lady and Her Muse

There is this fever....
That the lady caught from her Muse...
This sticky,
                sweet,
                         dark,
                                succulent,
                                             moist fever....
She needs no remedy from.



There is this craziness...
The Man got from his Muse...
This beautiful,
                    Magical,
                              Dark,
                                      Yet light madness...
He needs no cure from.



The Lady... And her Muse,
Who In turn has also made the Lady his Muse,
Shaping each other's pieces of art,
Turning their quickened heartbeats into beautiful poetic rhymes,





                                 Steel. Silk

               The imagery. 
 He said it makes his mind run...

It is thoughts about him,
That she allows to drip as ink from her quill,
Into a beautiful piece of poetry.

The Lady and her Muse,
The Man and his Muse, Mural bearers!

Sunday, 15 February 2015

the 15th

Have you ever had a fantasy,
Then have reality come out better than your wild imaginations?

Don't know if Juliet felt like this with Romeo,

Don't know if Rhett's kisses made Scarlett O'Hara this intoxicated.

Everything  felt so normal,

                  felt so perfect,
                       so beautiful,
                            magical.

Steel.Silk.

Both beautifully intertwined,
Heady kisses,
Bodies pressed together.


The softest lips,

With a hint of liquor there,
Claiming my lips,
And mine hungrily claiming them,
The more we kissed,
The more I wanted to kiss,
Breaking for air,
Smiling in between kisses.
Bliss.

Felt the steel under my touch,

When I spread my hands on his chest,
Feeling his heart slam against the chest walls.

Had to go...

Didn't wanna go....
Had to go...
Yet we still clung to each other,
One last time,
One more,
One...
The lips are saying no,
Claiming each other...

Gotta leave.....

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Book 3: A book from an author I've never read before

A Cardinal Sin by Eugene Sue

A Cardinal Sin, by Eugene Sue,a 19th century French novelist, felt like a sermon disguised as a story centred around the lives of two young lovers growing up in the poverty of 19th-century France.


The pace of the plot is too fast for my liking and I was somehow left feeling like Sue just scrapped at the surface of the book; I did not get much depth. Well, maybe that’s me.

The train wreck and the deaths which occurred at Versailles did not move me that much ; the diction there felt too luke-warm to drive me to tears.

In his brisk manner though, Sue  tried to put across this story  of perseverance and romance, centering  on avarice, one of the Cardinal Sins.




Monday, 9 February 2015

Book 2 : A book based on a true story

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath - six moths into a young woman's life

Sylvia Plath has always fascinated me, from the few poems I stumbled upon, to her quotes. Most of them were so dark, sad and raw. I chose The Bell Jar, a thinly disguised autobiography by Plath so I could understand this woman behind these cutting yet brilliant pieces of work.



The Bell Jar is about Plath's , (portrayed as Esther) twentieth year happenings. This book had me thinking: How one can have all the material things they need in life yet something could still be lacking. Esther worked in New York City, meeting the glamorous people, was on a scholarship, a mother back home who provided a roof for her head, yet she seemed to move around the world as if she was in a daze.

The Bell Jar helped me understand a bit about mental instability issues from the angle of the afflicted.

It is heartbreaking how Esther was so preoccupied with death;
cutting her calf so she could bleed to death;
wanting to slit her wrists and  carrying around razor blades for that;
quizzing Cal about how he preferred to die;
how she wanted to hang herself but failed for the ceilings in her mother's house were too low;
how she wanted to swim till she was too tired and then drown;
how she, in the end, resorted to hiding in the basement and taking her mother's tablets.

Through out the length of the text, Plath threatened to break my heart when every time Esther thought of dying or attempted to kill herself and when she eventually left the asylum for the world, I was relieved. Yet my heart ultimately broke when Plath, portrayed as Esther, separated from her husband and living in Europe with her two children, with her poetry coming off well, at the end succeeded in taking her own life. ---___---

Plath had written in the last optimistic pages of The Bell Jar : "How did I know that someday-at a college,in Europe,anywhere, - the bell jar, with its stifling distortions wouldn't descend again."

She had escaped from the bell jar once, when she left the asylum in America yet the bell jar had descended upon her, in Europe.

The theme of death is so thick in this text's air. From the mention of the cadavers as the book starts, the dead flowers in the maternity ward, Esther 's visit to her father's grave, Joan's suicide.

Plath's diction is raw, somewhat crude. Calls a spade a spade and does not romanticize things like marriages, or childbirth and even when she describes how Esther and the other girls in NYC suffered from food poisoning.

So glad I read this book. So glad I did.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Book 1: A Banned Book -

Scarlett O'Hara. She is the same age as me when the book comes to an end,  yet she has gone through so many tribulations than most people my/her age. Losing two husbands to death, losing both parents, surviving the Atlanta siege,surviving General Sherman's troops at Tara, miscarrying , losing a child to death, then at the end, being left by her third husband, the only man she realized, sadly when it was too late, that she loved.





This book, Gone with the Wind, all 884 pages of it, after A Prayer for Owen Meany and Anna Karenina, has been the most difficult book I have gone through. Too cutting, too poignant. I mourned the death of Bonnie. I grieved the demise of Rhett and Scarlett's marriage.


Margaret Mitchell's book is on number 26 on the American Library Association's List of the 100 most-banned classics. Some say it was censored because of the use of the 'N' word and the portrayal of blacks in the 19th century.


I find the violent role and nature of the Ku Klux Klan was romanticized in this classic, with Mitchell using characters like the noble and gentle Ashley Wilkes and somehow 'spineless' Frank Kennedy as the members of the Klan who only wanted to fight for their women's honour against blacks and the Republicans.


There are tones of issues in this book that 'rattled' me including...


1. Marital rape. When Rhett Butler was enraged and had his way with Scarlett whether she wanted or not.
2. Slavery - how almost all the Southern rich families owned 'darkies' at their plantations and were against the freedom of the 'negroes'.


I'm still digesting the whole book. Sad that I came to the end. Wondering what became of Scarlett back at Tara. Wondering what became of Rhett Butler. Wondering what became of Ashley now that he had lost a wife.


The most cutting and apparently famous quote in the book is the one uttered by Rhett towards the end of the book "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." in response to Scarlett's tearful question : "Where shall I go?What shall I do?"