Poetry

Poetry. It has been occupying a lot of my mind lately. I wanted to build a page just for my poems, which I finally did (breathholdingspells.wordpress.com) because maybe getting published is actually a dream somewhere buried in my heart. But some dreams are beautiful as it is.
This time it's more, I've realised the words really float in our subconscious mind waiting for a trigger either audio or visual or even sensory and then the notes begin. Like a song where the music still plays when the lyrics aren't being sung.
This time it's about originality, anything and everything I think I write, I design, I draw and I take pictures of every subtle thing for it was bold enough to catch my attention. Like a fallen flower after its full bloom looks so serene. Like the smooth crispy pencil sharpenings still twisted into a perfect flower. Like an old peacock feather once kept in my diary now torn and out of shape yet only its memories afresh. Like a newly grown interest in calligraphy which makes it harder to separate from writing now.
It is just a wordplay and I take pride in it. In the world where people play with each other's emotions, feelings, I chose to play with the words. I might pick them from mid-sentences, I may even leave them incomplete but I will let you perceive its meaning in your own satisfying way.
Some may have an advanced language touch, some may be a part of your daily conversations and some may sound just like usual words. Just remember they are powerful, if not to you but to someone. Ohh not necessarily me, for there are people hungry enough, craving for love, that they might just need them.

So let's see how far it takes thee cause the love for poetry shall never die in me.

Happy reading folks!

©Auldrin❤

Rain and Love

the rain still lingers

just like your taste

it doesn't matter what

was washed away

cause you're on my lips

the battering sound

of the windows

helped me to sleep

like a lullaby being sung

especially for me

my eyes open

into the same direction

like i daily do where

my beautiful plants

sit and bloom

every morning i find

previous day's wilted flower

and a fresh new bud

reminiscent of our love

blossoming each night

i feel cold but

comforting too for

the earthy aroma

has the power being

a natural healer

i still lay in bed staring

at your tranquilness

i do this all the time

for the fear you'll be

gone soon after

-©Auldrin❤

Book Review-Milk and Honey

Milk and honey

Author- Rupi Kaur

Publisher- Andrews McMeel Publishing

Format- Paperback

M.R.P- 499

No. of pages- 208

Milk and Honey is an anthology written by a young prolific writer, Rupi Kaur. A collection of poetry, prose, and hand-drawn illustrations, the book has four chapters dealing with four common issues developing in a young mind. These are titled as "the hurting", "the loving", "the breaking", and "the healing". The author designed the book from cover to cover, illustrating pictures that were woven in with her words.

The hurting describes different emotions of a female mind and body, about the silence a girl learns from her mother, the inappropriate touch by the males and the pain of a heaving chest radiating to down there.

The loving expresses the unconditional love of a mother who gives her everything (mind, body, soul) in bringing a new life into this world. The loving shows the passion of a couple which lays hidden during an argument but emerges out erotically on making up.

The breaking will capture your mind, the wilting love will make you travel back to all those relationships where you forgot to breathe and the words will help you find solace no matter it all ended. Eventually it will leave you with a smile and praise for the author.

The healing will teach you to believe first in your own self because that is the moment when you rehabilitate back into the world, your heart mends slowly, your mind feels healthy and you feel blissful.

From the book-

• the thing about having

       an alcoholic parent

       is an alcoholic parent

       does not exist

       simply

       an alcoholic

       who could not stay sober

        long enough to raise their kids (39)

• what am i to you he asks

       i put my hands in his lap

       and whisper you

       are every hope

       i’ve ever had

       in human form (49)

• the very thought of you

       has my legs spread apart

       like an easel with a canvas

       begging for art (57)

• you might not have been my first love

       but you were the love that made

       all the other loves

       irrelevant (63)

• it wasn't you i was kissing

       - don't be mistaken

       it was him on my mind

       your lips were just convenient (113)

• i don't know why

       i split myself open

       for others knowing

       sewing myself up

       hurts this much

       afterward (125)

• perhaps the saddest of all

      are those who live waiting

      for someone they're not

      sure exists

      - 7 billion people (157)

• for you to see beauty here

      does not mean

      there is beauty in me

      it means there is beauty rooted

      so deep within you

      you can't help but

      see it everywhere (192)

These are just a few words I shared here but there is a whole new world in the book. Take your favourite cup of tea/coffee and go on read it!

Rating- 4.5/5

I have the beautiful rains waiting for me by the window.

Sayonara!

-©Auldrin❤

Book Review-The Liberation of Sita

The Liberation of Sita
Author- Volga (Popuri Lalitha Kumari)
Publisher- Harper Collins India
Format- Paperback
M.R.P- 199
No. of pages- 132

Our childhood mythologies include the very famous Valmiki’s Ramayana, the fourteen years of exile & return to Ayodhya of Lord Rama, his wife Sita and younger brother Laxmana, from which we are taught about moral values and ethics.

But how do we all remember Sita?

As Purushottam Rama’s wife?
Or
As Janaka’s daughter?

This is because father’s pride before a wedding becomes husband’s pride after the one. A woman is believed to carry her man’s name.

The Liberation of Sita as the name only suggests is the self realisation story of Sita as the daughter of Earth goddess after she was abandoned by Lord Rama. During this arduous journey she meets other extraordinary women like Surpanakha, Renuka, Urmila and Ahalya who have broken free from all that held them back: husbands, sons and their notions of desires, beauty and chastity. While Rama on the other hand too must reconsider and weigh out his role as a King and as a man deeply in love with his wife. It is reliving the epic Ramayana through Sita’s eyes.
Sita raises her two sons by herself living in an ashram where she loves peace, beauty and wildness of the deep forest, a contrast to her splendid capital stays of the past. In the beginning she is full of pain and confusion but meeting one woman after another, listening about their paths, she questions Rama and his dharma, her own identity, complex nature of fidelity. By the end she is sure about herself. Her actual origin, values, and her need for no one, not even her husband. This novel is one of the feminist best by Volga.
Somehow the story still depicts how our society doubts a woman but not a man. A man is still the dominant soul and his wife should always do according to his wishes. This book is a must read lesson to all women out there to know about and realise their own-selves.

From the book-

“I am the daughter of Earth, Rama. I have realised who I am. The whole universe belongs to me. I don’t lack anything. I am the daughter of Earth.

Rama was left speechless by these solemn words.

Devoid of Sita’s support, Rama tasted defeat for the first time in his life. By refusing to bow down to external authority, Sita had fully experienced, for the first time, the inner power of self-authority."(41)


Rating- 4.2/5
Happy reading friends!

-©Auldrin❤