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Flashback Friday: Pride

At the first touch of your trembling lips
Mine breathe cold ice

Gathering strength
Blues meet the eyes.

No universe can satiate
Drowned souls of love’s frostbite

Two zany imperfect outliers
In this glorious moment bind.


I have been posting some of my very first poetry on this blog with the Flashback Friday series. Now I can reach a couple more bloggers and that brings me immense happiness. This poem in particular is one of my favourites, because the theme is so much more contemporary than my others. The theme is experiencing that moment, the second of infinite love that one can feel with the acceptance and embrace of another. I did not start it that way, but it ended up being very liberating. I’d love to know your thoughts on it too.

SALONI

Wuthering Heights Book Review

Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights is the epitome of the English classic novel. It has the perfect mix of love, suspense, thrill, and mystery. The characters unfold slowly, but are complete in themselves and fit into the plot. The life of the 19th century can be ascertained by how the children grow up, the thought-processes and the kind of living and transportation modes. In this review of Wuthering Heights, I will highlight a little bit of the story and tell you why I quite liked the book.

The story begins when a Mr. Lockwood comes to rent the house, Thrushcross Grange and encounters the spirit of old Catherine. The old housemaid, Nelly Dean starts to recount the old stories which form the major part of the novel. How the estate came to be owned by Heathcliff, who was brought home from the roads one day. How Heathcliff and Miss Catherine became such good friends and then fell in love. How they were not allowed to be married. And what spurned the angst of Heathcliff and how he came to own a lot of the estate by brains and means. She also explained that since Heathcliff genuinely loved Catherine, her spirit wandered looking for him. Their children, then, meet each other and how the story progresses is very different, anticlimactic and yet a great read. Because the events are realistic, and naturally unfold. The story wraps up everything neatly and has a happy ending which is all you can ask for.

Bronte’s writing is so good, that you never want to put down the book. Once you get over the old English writing style, you end up wanting more. I read Jane Eyre, and Pride and Prejudice after this because I couldn’t get enough of the charm of the old English courting and portrayal of romance. Wuthering Heights is a book with a mass appeal, the perfect hint of mystery and lots of doleful, lovely moments. Some noteworthy sentences make it a keeper. A definite good read for me. It is also not a very long, which increases its appeal.

My Rating: 4 out of 5

Suspense Rating: 5 out of 5

Complexity Rating: 5 out of 5

General Pace of the book: 4 out of 5

Recommendation: Grab a copy soon!

EDIT: Lauren, a fellow blogger commented to tell me that Heights is a Gothic novel rather than a Victorian one, as a previous version of this post mentioned. I have made the correction and understand the distinction!

 

Flashback Friday: Love

Drink from my ocean, bathe in my calm,
I hold a universe amalgamated in my palm,
My love is like a drop on the dry scorching land,
I can take you around the world…
Here, just take my hand!


 

Perfect Fit

We sat looking over the skies together
The jittery outlines of clouds
silver, streaked with the last of the sun
A lone bird flying off to home.

Our souls belong with the stars
With the vast sea, the mud and the rain
The perfect mix of home and beyond
Tangible, real, soulful, it’s dawned.


 

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Flashback Friday: Raging Battles

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore. Continue reading “Flashback Friday: Raging Battles”

Wise Words Wednesday 5.7.16

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

-Rumi

Flashback Friday: After You’re Gone

Discovering your brown boots
And one by one
All the things you left behind
Books and keys
Clothes and receipts
Crumbs of us.
Some of you and some of me.


I’ve started Flashback Friday to repost some posts because I have a lot more followers than I did last year. It is also a very simple way to reminisce about my state of mind from a year ago! This was a surprise sort of short poem that just came to be because I was thinking about how it is the little things that remind us of the people we no longer have in our lives. It doesn’t always have to be a better half, these verses work for every relationship we’ve ever had that was so close to us. That we see the crumbs of a past frequently every day and we miss that person every single time that happens.

Imperfect Devotions

Pixels for clarity
Denim on denim
Haze of your scent
A devoted pilgrim
Bowed in emotion
Fighting friction
Divine faith
A heavenly unison.


Green Eyes

Green, your eyes
Seas of unspoken stories
Depth of an ocean
Boundless infinity, redefined.

They whisper the tales
Of a love confined,
Brimming of profound sacrifices
But, splashing down, a drop of tear.


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