Monday, 24 August 2020

Games of Love : A Poem

Climbing vines 
touching stars
counting saltwater 
pebbles of clay

Grassy lushness 
we make love 
sated we lay

Drawn deeper 
into each other
there's you there's me
birds of summer in May

Crazy madness
games of love 
we play

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Book Review of 'He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not' by Iris Morland


This was an easy read of 240 pages, hence the review will be a small one too. A simple but gripping love story with some romance, and dollops of passion. 

The pros of the book include the story and the narrative. It is hilarious and deliciously ironic. It makes readers guffaw at regular intervals with delight. The scene of the naughty blue macaw announcing Liam's private lines in the public restaurant is extremely funny and delightful. The storyline is convincing, except for some dialogues that are not in tandem with what one may expect from a 'good girl' character. 

What I liked was the individual voices of both the protagonists Mari and Liam in separate chapters that lets readers in on their angst and desires. 

The flip side is the vocabulary that may be deemed raw by some, but mostly too blatant, by others. Call them old-fashioned if you may, but a lot of readers still prefer to read about lovemaking in subtle, classy overtones and not descriptions that border on lewd, of what each of the listed private body parts ooze. Too much of an overdose of d, c and p words may thrill some readers looking for a jerk-off read, but serious readers may just be put off by the excessive 'ewww' factor.

Overall a rather readable romantic comedy, a good pastime between hardcore classic reads. 
I rate the book 3 out of 5.

Hope you former my review useful. Keep reading, and stay safe. 

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Friday, 21 August 2020

Gossamer Dreams : A Poem

Why am I so happy?

Is it the magic of his words
gossamer dreams
of long summer walks?
Or secret coffee dates
scribbled whispers
& endless midnight talks?

Or is it the heady fragrance
in feathered touches
of yellow marigolds?
Or just my heart
wrapping me
in delightful silver folds? 

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Sensual Ecstasy : A Poem

summer storm spree
surge of iridescent clouds
sing heavenly plea.

droplets descend free
drizzle gossamer dreams
drool choral songs of glee.

drawn deeper, she
delicious whispered tales
drip sensual ecstasy.

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Whispering Tales : A Poem

sweet music
plays free
sheer magic
envelopes me

hills possess stories
storms roar in gales
trees breeze histories
rain drums in hails

jasmines bloom & breath 
of fragrance regales
koel coos, my wild heart 
sings & whispers tales


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I Refuse To See : A Poem


I refuse to see..

your judgement of me
aims to undermine
my innate beauty
your shaming spree
fails to outshine
your own envy

your veiled feedback
attempts to shatter
my confidence in me
your inner egomaniac
will never matter
to the cultured me

My closed eyes
refuse to see.

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Thursday, 20 August 2020

Welcome the Sun : A Poem

Some sleep till noon
when their long days 
& late nights
are merged as one.

Some are up at dawn,
wake with smiles
do yoga
& go for a run.

Whatever said & done,
happy are those who know 
the best ways 
to welcome the sun.

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#motivation #positivity  
#motivational #PositiveVibes 

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

We, the sagas of you & me : A Poem

Deep talks
crisp pakoras
hot pyaalas of tea
Long walks
elevating auras
by the sea.

Short rests
in cool shades
of forest trees
Endless quest
for escapades
we, the busybees.

Summer storms
winter chills
springs lovely
Saga of norms
coalesce of wills
seasons of you & me.

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Provocation : A Poem

Whispered tales
of iridescent clouds crawl
& pave way
to unfettered imagination

Feathered touches 
of rain meteors fall
from heaven & play
an artful composition

Flying tresses 
coo & call
to go astray
in wanton provocation

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Monday, 17 August 2020

Choral Songs : A Poem

Tunes of togetherness
when you were near
now meaningless
you ain't here

Choral songs I hear
sans tone I sing
& I bear
I meant nothing.

Thistles of wistful reverie
flickers of déjà vu 
in shadow memory 
I play pieces of you.

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