Nightfalls🌪

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At eventides the eyes well up with fireballs,

as they glide along the torrid cheeks,

the tang of tears linger on flushed lips until forthcoming nightfalls.

Pillows that soak in clammy stories the orbs tell,

gobs of despair in gullet begin to dwell,

visage daubed with searing breath accost myriad brawls,

the tang of tears linger on flushed lips until forthcoming nightfalls.

At dawn, the sight curtained with abyss crawls,

again at the thought of lost ardour, the heart stalls,

the tang of tears linger on flushed lips until forthcoming nightfalls.

-SporadicScribbler✒

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Anam Cara❤

To my dearest pal,

From carrying cognate twinges in heart till seeing revered ones wend apart,we are akin by the stories that’s told by each scar,you must be my Anam Cara,dear spar..

From having connate penchants till twigging perfectly fascimile trenchants,we are akin by stories that’s told by each scar,you must be my Anam Cara,dear spar..

~SporadicScribbler✒

Shoutout📣

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Happy reading.!


Book review-Gone Girl 

BOOK-GONE GIRL                              

AUTHOR-GILLIAN FLYNN

Well,I’m neither new to this section,nor are my choice of books😂 I know..I know that the books I reviewed,currently reviewing and the ones I’ll do in the coming days might be already a major motion picture but..but,for an insane book lover like me,eulogising any book so brilliant isn’t something I’d wait for.

Gillian Flynn is an outstanding author👌🏽 Her writing style is impeccable,the plot she chose for this book is beyond perfect..It indeed is a book(like the Mail on Sunday reviewed) that you’d beg others to read just so you can discuss it with them..

In the beginning it did feel unnecessarily spun around and lengthy but that’s where I as a reader was wrong,the book is an edge of the seat thriller that’d leave you longing for more.It is everything a perfect book should be; interesting,unpredictable and has you hooked to it..

Amy Elliot,wife of Nick Dunne goes missing on their 5th wedding anniversary,seemingly too calm a husband for someone who’s wife has disappeared and the cloud of possibilities around her disappearance forms the gist of the book which eventually leads to an iffiest climax one can ever expect..

This bestseller is definitely worth a read. And I’d now like to tell why I always pick books despite knowing some of them have long been adapted into a movie.Because a book is always better than a movie,a book gives that feeling which sometimes its movie fails to deliver..

I rate this book-⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Happy reading folks.!!

Transience❄

The sips of coffee from demitasse hold subtle reticence,with them they sometimes bring penitence..

When enshrouded loquacity is dribbled down,the laconic thoughts reflect eloquence.. 

Unveiled candour within the flutter of pages fill the soul like the warmth of fairy lights in mason jar fills the voidance,

but every epoch in life holds fortuity that edifies transience..❄

~SporadicScribbler✒

Everytime

Every time our love was devoid of your time,solitariness often did chime..            Although the splinters of my broken heart tried shaking my faith,they could only lance but not cut deep,despite being a baleful graith..

Every time our love seemed to you like a travail,I inveigled myself that all of it is not turning frail..                                              Although the splinters of my broken heart tried shaking my faith,they could only lance but not cut deep,despite being a baleful graith..

~SporadicScribbler✒

Oblivion💢


There have been nights she woke up to nightmares,there have been days she wished just wouldn’t exist.There have been people who killed her from within despite there being some who urged her to live.She gave up once,she gave up twice,but she was always reminded of her oblivion verve that was never given a chance.

She learnt to love,she learnt to live,but her bruised heart refused to heal.There have been evenings extended to nights with miry eyes resting on a damp pillow,there have been some memories and relationships she tried to revive,there have been noons she realized none of it could survive..

Hours turned to days,days turned to weeks,weeks turned to months,but she never stopped dwelling in the habitual dolour she’d sunk in..There have been times she’d gaze into the wilkin and watch the sun melt with its fulgor and think “Is there a wilkin of love I could melt in by sheathing it with fulgor of my trust.?”

There have been rabble who called her lost,the ones who never knew the number of internal battles she’d actually lost..

There still are times she feels defeated but she’s an incognito combatant still living her life..⚡