I have always wanted to read about history, though I hardly end up picking up a history book. What better way to induct yourself into history reading than a historical fiction book! This book, which I managed to finish at a much greater pace than my usual, is easily one of the best books I… Continue reading Salt to the Sea
After incessantly spamming people with this book recommendation, I am writing about the book here in the hope that I can reach out to a few more people and urge them to read this fantastic book. When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi is a book about life and death, and more importantly, about the meaning of the… Continue reading When Breath Becomes Air
Look into my eyes, And whisper in my ear.. That it won’t hurt, That I’ll be fine. Coat your knife with tears Before you slide it into my heart, Ever so smoothly, To take what is yours. And believe me when I say, “I will bleed but I will survive.” For, a part of me… Continue reading Horcrux
You know how it feels when you want to write something meaningful..like poetry that germinates deep within the cranial depths and flows through your body to the very tip of your pen onto the dry parchment. The kind of poetry that gives meaning to the parchment. That gives meaning to yourself. You can feel it… Continue reading Untitled ramblings – 1
She might love me.. More than you ever did. And shelter my tattered soul And feed it hope. But.. Her eyes won’t glint With the slightest of mischief, To make me want to live more, To breathe more. Her laughter won’t resonate with me, Like yours did. Her fleeting glance Won’t make me feel The… Continue reading She’s Not You
You’re the colours that spilled Onto the parchment of my life; Amid the boring pages, Blotches of hues that My world never knew. You’re the colours that spilled Onto the parchment of my life; Unorderly and beautiful, Intriguing and lively; Modern art.
Days merge into nights As I sit here, With no one but myself; Loneliness looming over the room Like a dark rain cloud, Making me claustrophobic. Thoughts, so palpable, Swirl around you Like a tornado, Sucking the life out of me. No one speaks. No one, but a voice… My companion of late Tells me… Continue reading Give me a reason to hate you