‘Tis not about ghosts and ghouls or dark and demons or scare and fear ‘Tis about sombre endings of lovers weeping ‘Tis about bittersweet feelings of stolen hugs and kisses of desperate promises 3 am is melancholic it is nostalgic it is needy but never scary.Read More
bright was the day once the tunnel was gone you don’t change the road but wait for the storm to pass ***** #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.Read More
That night she came to me like a dream hope was finally here to end my lasting apathy… In her arms I shed a million tears together we made up for all the lost years… The very next morning it all felt like a ruse But I was finally the master and long gone was…Read More
“Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”
George RR Martin
January mused old wasn’t gold the time to come was one to behold * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.Read More
I wrote a letter and went to the post the fella didn’t take it said it was blank to the core I asked for a pen and looked for a spot but couldn’t manage anything more than a blot took it back to the post and he laughed at the dot so long you took…Read More
someday, my love we shall walk hand in hand down the golden shore up the hills so grand we shall marvel at a sky so blue and map fields far and few… someday, my love we shall let raindrops tickle our feet and arouse our senses with lasting ecstasies… someday, my love this distance won’t…Read More
शाम को जबपंछी घर लौटते हैंउन्हें देख दिल कोदिलासा दे देते हैंमेरा आंगन न सहीकिसीकी तो बगियाआज रोशन हुईRead More
amidst universes is where you are lost between infinities is where you are no beyond no back where you are time won’t lapse where you are no maps tell me where you are no roads reach thee where you are museum of ache is where you are burial of hopes is where you are I…Read More
these lips chant your name the cracks in them crave to be healed again * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.Read More
your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…Read More
they sat there freezing waiting for their coffees on a cold winter eve as time stood still whispering through mist promises they brewed and lived a thousand forevers that would never come trueRead More
“The point is,
it didn’t really matter
what the book was about.
It was what it meant
that was important.”
Author: Shamar M. McFarlane | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 180 Fallen is a book that illuminates the idea of a loss of divinity or what we would call innocents. Every word, every line and every page means something different. They have the power to guide those who haven’t yet found their way but also can…Read More
Can you love someone if you don’t know them yet? Can you unlove someone after you get to know them? Is it possible to shed those feelings after people change? And once you’ve harbored a certain kind of affection for someone, how do you go on living like before, after learning that a meaningless affection…Read More
2021 was a year of rereads. I did not have any massive reading goals because I was mostly just rereading my old favorites. Even so, I read a total of 60 books out of which 32 were some old classics and contemporaries that I was revisiting, and remaining 30 were new titles. Among those 30,…Read More
You tug at your ear lobe. Once, twice. You did that as our eyes met today. When I’m alone in the clouds, I imagine you doing that. You’d said, it’s when your heart’s racing past a hundred beats , when you can’t stop it from wanting something, is when you do that. I guess to…Read More
Author: Raghav Khanna | Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Food | Pages: 220 This is a tale of self-discovery of a young girl, Sita, from the Himalayas, who forges her own path to success, with determination as a chef, starting from a small kitchen in Himachal to becoming a professional chef at a gourmet restaurant in London.…Read More
उन खामोशियों पे दिल हारती चली गयी… शब्द क्या कह पाते जो तुम्हारी सांसें बयाँ कर गयीं…Read More
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
I guess what tends to amaze me the most is – people. They are unpredictable, insensitive, and for most part, just unbearable. *Of course, not all of them!* I write about dad, about what I feel without him, because I don’t want to lose him, not yet. You must think I’m stupid, plain daft. That…Read More