He had entered lost territory, a place where no man has dared to venture. The place was in shambles with walls smouldering into blackness where memories bled at night as she closed her eyes. The grey atmosphere filled his lungs with despair and a longing for the warmth of sunshine. Instead of a garden of roses he found himself in a forest of thorns slowly consuming his conscience. Bit by bit he let her overpower him until his breath got icy and the cold in her soul latched itself to his heart.

The ground under his feet crumbled as she devoured him head to toe. As their souls became one, the castle fell into ruins.

The history was lost between pages of a book never written. Their bodies lay beneath ancient bricks with poetry carved deep within their souls, leaving flesh meaningless.


The tide

I stood by the shore gazing at a tide from afar. It took ravenous strides in my direction trying to get past the ocean of perseverance and will. With one mighty roar it rose high up, almost tearing apart the sky with its magnificence. But with an insufficient dose of will it lost the fight. It was soft & faint, as it touched my feet. The shore could have been its domain but not all dreams come true.
Smiling at my thoughts, I knelt down to put my name in the sand. As my fingers traced each letter with precise movements, an uncanny sound caught my attention. The wave rose yet again, all the more mighty this time. I saw it tear the sky apart with one single blow. I retreated my steps as it advanced towards me. The ocean was no longer its enemy. It swept past the shore as swiftly as a predator grasping the prey in one go. My gaze fell upon the spot that beheld my name just a moment ago; now washed away with conquering tides.

I was no longer captivated amongst shackles of failure. My past along with my name had vanished within waters of time. I was free now, to dive & conquer.

The forgotten muse

You said that we were like piano keys, indispensable to each other. There was no doubt that without you I could never be complete. But the melodies we were after could never dance along the same tunes. The music that kept us sane was slowly fading with the mist of growing distance between us. In the end the keys fell apart, devoid of any color. I destroyed the piano because I no longer knew how to play along your song. I dragged my feet towards strange new instruments but none could really strike a chord inside my heart the way you used to. You found a muse amidst the clouds while I was left behind with a heart slowly drowning in deafening silence.

Memories – Lang Leav : Review.

Lang Leav is an internationally bestselling author and social media sensation. She is the winner of a Qantas Spirit of Youth Award and coveted Churchill Fellowship. Her books continue to top bestseller charts in bookstores worldwide, and her collection Lullabies was the 2014 winner of the Goodreads Choice award for poetry“.

From eye-catching illustrations to extremely soulful collection of poems & prose; this book is bound to make you feel more than just nostalgic.

The beauty in simplicity with which Lang Leav communicates with her readers is commendable.

The central theme revolves around love, loss & heartbreak. It evokes forgotten feelings and thus the title ‘Memories’ is more than justified.

Now, coming down to cons, I’d say every book has some. Speaking from my personal viewpoint I must admit that for a person who is not into romantic writing (books or poetry) it can get a bit mundane. But yes the first time I picked up this book I read each & every word in it. The second time few poems began to seem repetitive. Nevertheless her ability to put down words with such simplicity & deep meaning must not be undermined.

For a person reading her collection for the first time, I’d say it’s a bliss. This was my case as well. But while skimming through reviews on Goodreads I found many readers complain that some of her poems & prose have been taken from her previous two books- Lullabies and Love & Misadventure. This aspect made the book quite repetitive & mundane for people who have read her previous books. Yet I didn’t feel so.

Would I recommend people to buy it?

Yes, in a way I would even if you’ve read her previous works. Though the experience would be less enjoyable if you’ve to read the same thing over and over again. If this is her first collection that you’re going to read and romantic poetry happens to be your cup of tea then go ahead without second thought.

Would I buy her next collection?

The one that recently came out is ‘Sea of Strangers’. I was excited about it but I think for now I’d prefer delving into other genres. I’ve had enough of love poetry. I might end up picking up something by Edgar Allan Poe. Hence, I wouldn’t buy it for above reasons. But I’m sure it’s as enthralling as her previous work.

Here’s a link to reviews on Goodreads : Memories

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Before signing out I’ve decided to share some of her amazing poetry/prose collection :

These are just a few of my personal favourites. There’s a myriad of her work that will keep you hooked for quite some time.

The soul inside you.

The soul has no color, race or class. It’s an element that fits wherever there is enough space to live. What happens when soul meets flesh?
Color, race, gender, community to name just a few. From being an element so unique to being put under countless labels, how do you think your soul feels? Or should I say, how do you feel?

You’re not your flesh or mind. Yes, your thoughts define your existence but it can’t outweigh the fact that you’re an element. The flesh that makes you feel inferior or superior because of its color is temporary. The flesh that helps you earn that green paper which carries great significance can easily tear your values apart but a good soul can help you cultivate them. The flesh that fills you with pride because it has been born under the veils of a religion that defines your self-importance and ignorance towards those born to other religions will only lead you through a path of fire into a pit of unending shallowness while a good soul can fill you with satisfaction to the brim. The flesh that has been born within a caste of the powerful will not be of aid when you’re buried six feet under the ground.

Remember, before you judge, begin to develop a sense of pride and cast out others who you believe are unimportant, you’re just an element like they are.

Yes, you’ve something in you that others don’t. But it’s not color, caste, religion, class or country. Your body simply decays into the bleak realm of the grave. How do you seek to fill the space that is your ultimate abode?