There’s a small city
On the other side of the world
With the tiniest shoreline
But the clearest skyline
And a heart of pure gold.
How’s this new year treating you?
How many resolutions are still a go?
For those with the travel bug, what’s one city which makes you feel more at home than home itself? I’d love to know!
Cheers and keep smiling.
As always, thank you for reading!
Featured image ©Varnika Jain
A broken nib.
A torn page,
Some streaming freely,
Much like the flowing words.
Beginning in a beautiful cursive,
Transitioning to a staggering end.
Much like the hand that wrote them,
As deep blue
Mingled with strains of red,
And just like that
He picked off all the layers
Of protection she’d been wearing
And brought her face to face
With all her demons
That were growling and snarling
Then standing behind her
He watched in awe
As she slayed through them all
One after the other
Knowing he’s got her back
Because that’s what you do
When you give love
You don’t save a soul
You just love them
And let them do their own saving
Maybe even strong enough
To give back a little love
And in her eyes you might then see
That had once been lost
I am scared I would run out of words one day – And the silence would be deafening. I’d look on, struck dumb, while inside me, my blood would be roaring. I’d signal, maybe, with my eyes and my hands, trying to find some coherence, while every nerve on my face will stand on end, threateningly pulsating. My mouth will open – and close – open again – and close – forgetting it’s meaning, it’s purpose, it’s function. A hollow, dank, hole. Like a mine that has collapsed unto itself.
I know you’d try to listen. To understand. And, even, to sympathise. You’d nod, in mock agreement. You’d pacify me with a smile. I’d see it. I’d see it all. And I’ll know. But I won’t be able to refute you, for I will have no voice. Without words.
Without words, I’ll watch you leave and shatter my very world. Without words, I wonder, would my world even be turning?
Hello Fam! The featured image on this post is of a makeshift artisan store in Edinburgh where I found the prettiest lanterns. There’s something about colours and light, reflected against all that’s dark, that draw me to them instantly. This beauty has been one of the takeaways from my recent trip to UK. Just sharing it on here to let you know I remember my promise of posting a travel-log and I intend to keep it. I just haven’t had the time to sort through the hundreds of pictures I took there. After which, I’d have to create posts with literary significance, like some of you suggested. Or better still, come up with poems highlighting the images. So, please bear with me.
How’s the first month of this year been for you? I’d love to hear about it in the comments section down below.
Thank you for reading.
Will they ever be enough
The flowing ebb of life?
Yet, flow it must and shall.
(Not sure if the images are that worthy, but since one of you messaged me with the suggestion, I’m just letting you know that all featured images belong to me, unless otherwise stated. Please be so kind as to credit the blog if you happen to share pictures from any of the posts on here. Thank you!)
Even the best laid plans go awry,
Yet all it takes is another try –
To get up, move on and start to rise,
Building your own little paradise. Continue reading “Of Plans and Paradise”
If you think he doesn’t notice
The corner of your mouth
Where your smile upturns just a tad
When you’re nurturing a naughty thought,
If you think he cannot see
Your eyes glazing over
With a flicker and a frown
As you’re caught in the grip of a bad memory,
If you feel he is oblivious
To the troubles you’re trying to hide
When you speak a little too fast
And gesture a little too often,
If you feel he cannot perceive
The hurt you have been nursing
As you’re trying to imagine a life
Straight out of a fairytale,
If you feel he wouldn’t find out,
The difference between your dreams
And a nightmare most horrifying
Even when he’s deep in his sleep,
Then, oh! My sweet darling,
You’re the one who’s running blind
For when he really loves you
You’re never out of his mind.