winter comforts

the first drops felt like invisible threads
dangling down the sky in swift, translucent
colours, wetting the epidermis of the earth,
in the pattern of an old comforting habit,
worn-out and bare, as a cold wind against
the torn paths of my seldom-used lips.

you felt like a stolen figure of hope —
a sudden departure from white noise
in a vast welcoming gesture of your open
arms, your face flushed in a lightning
roar — your voice grew distant, and yet
your luminous eyes stayed in the dark.

i shared the softness of my limbs, loose
muscles, hollow bones, all the broken scars.

.

© Anmol Arora

Also read, devirginating desire and a twilight story

Linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads, where I am hosting and paying homage to Mary Oliver and David Bowie
Image source (B. Prettau – WINTER RAIN)

 

Day 11: A Book You Hated

Hate is an intense word. I would not use this word for anything in the whole world. I am going to rather discuss about the books which made me mad or angry.

First of all, I regret ever trying to read Vampire Diaries by L.J. Smith.

There are multiple series with so many books! Why didn’t the world end in 2012!?

I made myself read them because I thought the story would become interesting. It was only in the middle of the third or fourth book (I don’t remember which… I wouldn’t want to remember either) that I lost my temper. Of course, I never completed that book, neither did I move on with the series. The problem with me was that the story was so morose and ugly that I couldn’t continue it after when a moment came which tortured my mind emotionally. Yes, it had that effect on me. If it is possible, I would burn all the books (all known copies) of these series and erase it entirely from the internet because world would definitely be a better place then. Still no hatred.

Another such book is Lightning by Danielle Steel. My review for the book on goodreads is as follows:-

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This book is a gross mixture of some unrealistic and grotesque circumstances and it is a joke of the relationships. The story of Alex, a happy woman after 17 years of marriage comes to know that she has breast cancer and she has to go through mastectomy and chemotherapy; she has a hellish time going through it all while her amazing husband remains distant or angry, depending on his mood and gets tangled in an extra-marital affair. This is when she comes closer to her colleague who supports her through the hard times and they fell in love. And then one day, trouble befalls her husband and he is charged with the crimes of fraud and embezzlement and he realizes how much he loves his wife, who is now cured.

What happens next!? Our worthless protagonist realizes she still loves her husband and that very husband is saved from going to prison. And what happens to that person who helped her through hard times? – He is left in the dumpster all alone.

In the beginning, you sympathize with the protagonist but then, it is nothing. It is a play of emotions, which is not portrayed in the right away. The book could have been better if the author had created believable characters with a distinct personality. But it wasn’t so.

I do not like the plot line itself. But that is my opinion. It is full of absurdities to the very core. It is definitely a book, I would never open again because it somehow made me furious and enraged by the end of it.

Still no hatred.

I guess that is more than enough for today’s prompt. 😉 🙂

Twitter Haiku Collection

Here I am posting some of the haiku I have shared on twitter (@HowAnxious). I have arranged them in a way that you get to see a continuous slide of images:-

a bright sunflower

play of clouds and sun begins

touching the petals

 ~

sun burning orange

a dance with fiery dragon

evening flames of clouds

~

the sunbeam hours fold

blue-black-blue hues splashed across

fire coming to rest

~

thunderbolt of Zeus

a hapless beggar praying

monsoon shower starts

~

lightning strikes at night

silence abound everywhere

the devil’s treasure

.

Looking for an emerald…

Travelling between

the thin line of

reality and fantasy,

looking for an emerald

that resides in me,

.

I stumble through distant paths

get burnt by dragon’s tongues,

 I climb the mountains

to see no sun

but be struck by lightning

in search of something

that is nowhere

but inside me,

 .

I dwell in darkness

feast on my own dead skin,

split open my eyes,

looking for that island

where I think the stone is;

 .

fantasy becomes reality

when I last return home,

and find some drops

falling down my open eyes,

they glint with a distinct sheen,

and I realize,

they are the dear stones,

I was looking for,

in the realm of fantasy,

 .

all the time,

them being overlooked

by my heart,

but present

in my own reality.

*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.