Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Dark Days

There are days when you don’t feel pretty, sexy or beautiful,

Days when you do not feel whole, worthy or sure,

Days when there is a dull ache in your chest,

Days when even your best mascara will not make your eyes pop,

These days when you cannot face the world,

When all you want to do is to crawl back into bed and bury yourself under the covers,

Days like these are hard,
Days like these are bleak,

Days like these are dark……

Book 6: A book a friend recommended

A poignant, heartrendingly beautiful story about magnificent loss, great love and the strength to pull through. If I Stay by Gayle Forman is one compellingly gripping book, recommended by my friend @Ruee_kayy_, one I could not put down, one that made me shed tears as I read it.

A tale of Mia Hall, a 17 year old cello player based in Oregon,who, in the split of a second lost her mother, father and younger brother in a road accident that left her battling for her life. 

She had lost all, and her grandfather and rocker-boyfriend Adam told her that they understood if she gave up on life, they could not reverse what had happened but were willing to be there for her all the way.

Tear-jerking, evocative. This book will make you realize how fragile life is , how our loved ones can be here this second and be gone the next. It also reminds one of the power of love… when you are about to give up all yet you have a loved one to pin all your hopes and love onto.

As they say, Read it and weep.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015


That your smile,
Laughter and the flames flickering in the depths of your eyes,
May put them in a glass,
And on this lazy golden afternoon,
Drink them up with a straw,
To quench my soul’s thirst.

That crimson sunset from your glowing skin,
May I bask in it too?

The magical rainbow in your soul,
A burst of colour in my life,
Is making me fall over and over in love with you.

That your Steel scent,
Makes me want to snuggle closer,
And melt into you,
Melt into you,
And melt onto you,
The same way the chocolate of Silk’s essence will melt
Melt onto the hot canvas that bears the mural of the LionHead,
To be Oh-So-slowly licked off till Silk’s Scales tip,
Touching the Stars of the LionHead,
Till they are WhiteLighting!