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It is you

It is you

“Damn it. I love you so much, so much more everyday. I want to kiss you every morning as I rise and before every goodnight. I miss the breathe that froze my skin. Most of all, those fingers intertwined with mine. Have I told you that your love gives harder trip than the cocaine or drugs. But it does. Without your presence,I feel old and much like the dried roses by the banks. You stole me away without bothering to return it back to me.Changed my life and rooted your essence. And I can’t think straight without writing about you.”

– M A Y U S H

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Paragraph 59:

I sit with the empty papers spread infront of me. I stare at them while the inks are drying up. My throat feels sore and heart felt clutched. A wave is about to over flow while the roads are blocked. I shiver even before I realize, the humidity never felt this freezing at any given time. The blood started to protest while muscles started tightening up. A little taste of blood in the tip of my tongue and a crawl of sensation through the line of my nasal, burned the layers of my eyes red. My thoughts were so scary even my body couldn’t catch up.

– M A Y U S H

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Paragraph 58:

She screamed in the top of her lungs clearing the fact that he loved the other girl, the one who made him happy. She stated all the conversation they had about how much that girl loved him. The fact that he loves her for being the way she is. Not because she somewhat looked like her, the one screaming.

Just then he grabbed her hands and pulled her asking her to stop. But she kept yelling at the top of her lungs. And that is when he kissed her, in front of everyone. Answering whom he loved in real.

Maybe it was designed in that way.

For them to be together they had to break hearts like in the game of dominos.

– M A Y U S H

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The Zahir

“she needed a bit of freedom, to get out and about, to experience strong emotions. And what was wrong with that?”

Excerpt From The Zahir by Paulo Coelho

Time and again the air we breathe in turns stale. Anywhere we move to or travel to it’s the same air that flows around yet the variation; stale and fresh. Have you ever wondered why so much of variation. The things that we loved so much starts irritating our nerves from a point. Strong relations either its business or personal needs retreat like the kids in the school. We are drained out of energy and doesn’t it bother you that we don’t have the supply of unlimited? Why are we so lonesome and why isn’t any amount of love enough? Why are we seeking soul in others and never calming the one we have? Why isn’t anything in our life valued? Why the people around us are so scared of being replacable?

In the world where we are learning the difference between selfishness and selflove – we are thoroughly mugging up the definition rather understanding the meaning itself. Investing money in the bank and love to a person is similar because they both don’t ask for any verification. But when you try and withdraw it, they go lengths to play hide and seek. It is easy to take things from people but it is tougher to do the same with others.

“The Zahir” by Paulo Coelho, raises similar kind of soul threatening questions. Zahir is an Arabic word that means “the obvious”. I am particularly not a fan of his books but this book left me with so many questions that I feel like I ought to find answers. Majority of us feel and raise every question stated in the book, I am damn sure about it.

The narrator comes home to find out that his wife, Esther has left him without a trace. The couples who frequently updated each other about their plans were disconnected form one side. He is heartbroken and the negativity surfaces his mind with theories he is trying to solve. He recollects the conversations they had at the ending days just so he could find a clue. He keeps digging and he comes up with a name called Mikhail. Out of ordinary, Mikhail meets the narrator at his book signing and after few days they start hanging out. In these sessions, the narrator learns a lot about his wife that he never knew she had. In one hand he is finding ways to find his wife while at the same time he is dating someone else. The first half of the books is quite interesting but the closer it comes to ending the shredded the things become. He eventually finds his wife and he understands how badly she wanted to be happy. In search of meaning in her life she went away from the fame and chaos.

When I completed the book, I felt like Esther. The part where answers should be found, it left more questions in my head. The reasoning of Esther were already hinted in the starting as the narrator stopped trying to know what she wants. We are so observed in ourself that we never try to see ourselves form other point of view. That is my understanding of the book. Honestly, investing time in this book would benefit people into spiritual guidance and spirituality. But for people like me who look for answer and reasoning in everything would be disappointed big time.

Rating: * * *

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Queen of Hearts

Queen of Hearts

Poetry Chap book by Dipendra Tamang

Queen of hearts is a collection of thoughts and scribbling’s in form of free verse as well as rhyming poetry. As the title suggests, the inspiration to this wonderful collection is “She”. The poet believes “she” is a tough with beauty flowing in her aura. He has used metaphors like Unicorn tears, comparison how she is ice and how ice can be slippery, she comes in like hurricane and many more like such. Like knight of words, he has used verses to describe the beauty and strength, the power a women withholds, about love and lust and so on.

This collection is his first printed work and as a reader I must say, there are beautiful sections and lines so perfectly put down. I have jolted down few of those below.

Sangria: 

Sangria tears pave a molten trail

Down her cheeks as she laughs,

Intoxicating me

Like no fine wine ever could,

And as I kiss them away,

Even the moon blushes red in anticipation.

Grounded:

The way she lifts my spirit,

Is what keeps me grounded

With all my roots in her.

Ratings: * * * *

Reviewer Mayush.

 

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