Book Review:Padmavati

My hiatuses are sometimes a bit long,I accept that.But Whenever I am not here,I do feel like some part is missing.So,How are you,my beautiful readers? Today I am going to talk about a very impressive historical fiction that I read a few days ago and share my thoughts with you all. ‘Padmavati’-the title of this…

Through a mirrored glass.

Photo credit=Me There are two kinds of persons in the world,one is imaginative and other is referred simply as ‘Realist’.But for most of us,this two facades of personality is submerged,in equal measure.So,Here is my tribute to these intricately yet profusely magnificent sides of human nature. Beginning with,I am writing about some thing which I never…

The ceasing stage.

The lights are overwhelming me here, Everything is striking in yellow glory My eyes hurt to see things so faultless without follies,without mistakes. It seem a life borne out of the palm of the Almighty. Bring me the celestial Air and push me to breath in it But when I think about the place to…

Excerpt’s from my diary..(28th September,2017)

As I am writing sasthi is passing by and saptami is on the doorstep,one friend of mine’s birthday is on 28th september,today between our conversations,she confessed she is afraid of growing up,she wants to live in this moment where her skin is like morning dew and the sunlight falls right across her glowing hair.Then,i saw…

The unidentified.

When you sip your coffee and that cloud emerges around your lips, I want to become that. When your curly hair slips quickly from your shoulder, I want to be the one to caress it. When you are sitting in the window seat of a bus,on a dull,rhetotic night I want to be the wind…

A dip into the familiar.

The cotton candy,And merry- go- round with bubbles of laughter beaming Like sunrays peeped through the clouds. Pickle jar stacked in the cupboards and the fingers twirling there in delight. The sunshine of the poppy fields and arms devoid of morbid taint. You could gain all the riches But that touch of childhood Where your…

Upon the shores of time

Once upon a time, There was a picture which told our story For miles we have walked together To find the brink of this earth To be convulsed in the warmest sun over the valley that softly caress the azure skyline. Hands in hands eyes screamed of ethereal love For love,my dear,is yet a juxtaposition…

Mask.

The grief has a smiling face undaunted eyes and a heart full of lies. We present the most exuberant words in the guise of the blood that is gliding through the veins, Spllis itself on the darkened,silent night. The poets,the actors,and the lovers each has their own irony Of wrapping hurts with stardusts. It has…

To Maa.

Dear Maa, It’s been 1825 days since you left us,but who is counting?.So long,Maa,so long.There isn’t a day I don’t think about you and your little lessons that you have given us throughout your lifetime.Maa,grief is still very much alive in my heart and I cannot deny that it not has been an easy journey for…

The land of goddesses.

I couldn’t think of more appropriate title than this.We are the worshippers of ‘Durga’ and ‘Maa kali’,the womens who fought evils to restore the peace and harmony of this universe.Ironically,There are also the humans,who brutally slain a 8 year old girl to fulfill the lust and make every men proud of their existence.We can’t believe…