Murk

Dawns that strike the heart with pang,dusks that stir the emotions that are caught, I nonetheless combat with the desolation while looking back at the bitter battles I’ve fought,for I am lost in the murk, lost in thoughts.!

Encompassed by daze in the day,confined by stillness the nightfalls have brought, I nonetheless combat with desolation while looking back at the bitter battles I’ve fought,for I am lost in the murk,lost in thoughts.!

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Book review : Diana by Sarah Bradford

How often do you get to read a biography that neither glorifies its subject a lot nor tarnish the image of the same from start to end.?! Very little.! One such book that I picked up a month and a half ago was this biography on Diana by Sarah Bradford who is a well known royal biographer.! I was intrigued by life of Diana and incidents that happened after I watched “The story of Diana” on Netflix.! That was what that piqued the interest in me and I decided to pick a book that would give genuine account of what had happened.! I saw quite a few biographies online but this one and the kind of reviews it had caught my eye.! And so I bought this one and started reading.

I won’t take long to review this.! The author has been exceptional not just in her writing but also in putting forth harsh truths about Diana’s life.! Most of the biographies including one by Andrew Morton are mostly one sided.! What impressed me most here was the kind of information revealed supporting the indepth research and existing accounts on the life of “People’s princess”. Diana was like all of us.! Although to the paparazzi she was flawless in the beginning, she was terribly flawed to the shutter speed that caught almost all her moments towards the end of her era.! Even after 21 years of her death,her legacy lives on.!

Lady Diana Spencer was more than a Royal Princess. She was a beautifully flawed woman with great humanitarian values. I recommend this book for the only pivotal reason being “getting to know the princess from a never seen before angle”.! If you are longing to read a biography that is true to its content and doesn’t come off as a gossip column with each page being turned,then this one’s a must read.!

I rate this book with 4.5 stars.!

Colossal painđŸŒ©

Never did you try and unravel the twinge beyond the orbs,
clefted was the heart when forsaken on the barbs,
for all you saw were cheeks flaked by tear stain,
beneath lay the heart caked with colossal pain.!

Never did you try and heal my anguish as I wept under the stars,
All you ever bequeathed for me were indignant scars,
for all you saw were cheeks flaked by tear stain,
beneath lay the heart caked with colossal pain.!

Sweet Pain

Held your heart when it was broken into pieces,fixed it with mine,clasped your hand when you were lost in life to make it fine,for my love always went in vain,oh what a sweet pain.!

Memories left the imprints of their feet on the shore of my heart,washed down by the abyss they tear me apart,for my love always went in vain,oh what a sweet pain.!

Alchemical Solitude

Basking in the alchemical solitude,the gaze beheld countless miles walked hitherto, discerned were truths searing like wodges of hot coal, for there’s neither fervour nor rancour binding the agonized soul.!

Basking in the alchemical solitude,the gaze beheld countless turmoils endured hitherto, the memoirs of heart are now just incandesce dust of the whole,for there’s neither fervour nor rancour binding the agonized soul.!

NightfallsđŸŒȘ

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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✒

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✒