Chaos

How long would we blame chaos? 

Chaos is resilience for some, 

Habit for the rest! 

Cages

Don’t call her strong 

She has simply caged her heart, 

So as to have it saved, 

From withering away any further. 

City lights

Nestled in the heart of this city 

Writing verse after verse 

Feasting on caffeine 

And dreaming through the lights. 

Solitude to Pilgrims

Hey all, the last few days I’d been reading The Strange Pilgrims written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Ever since I’d read it, I’ve been suggesting this one to kith and kin. And I really wanted to review it and present it all my co-bloggers. So here goes!! 🙂

The first thing that comes to my mind, at the name of the Legend; Marquez is his Solitude and all the fruitless attempts I’ve made on reading it. Everytime I meet a fellow bookworm he or she narrated unending tales on how amazing a book it was and I stuck to a polite silence everytime they did it. That was how I came across this one. The Strange Pilgrims is a collection of 12 short stories and the only thing linking the stories is the fact that all the protagonists are pilgrims; some in the literal sense, others in the figurative and a still few in the rough sense. 

All the short stories have amazed me to the core and I have read them again and again trying to digest the central theme that he’d brought forth. And it never bored me. For a person who’d attempted and failed with One Hundred Years Of Solitude so many times, this was a big achievement. 

Finally, I’d like to narrate one story had resulted in so much contemplation in the aftermath (spoiler alert:mrgreen:). It is the last story in the book and is named The trial of your blood in the snow. It is the story of a husband and wife on their honeymoon and how the wife being injured was admitted at a hospital in a foreign land. The husband not knowing the name of the doctor who treated her was not able to find her the next day. As he waits for ways to get to her, he is at a trial of self realization and the story ends with the death of the wife by the time the husband finds her.

I am nobody to be reviewing the book of a legend. Neither does Marquez need my quaint words to build up his glory. This is simply a praise; not for Marquez, but for myself at having completed his book. Cheers! 🙂

Stink!

Hey, I am glad on receiving fifty followers on my blog. So this time I am going to post one of my Favourite quotes. And this one is by Nayyirah Waheed.

“Whether with a lover or none, I reek of love. I stink of love.”

This is something for all the broken hearted souls. You must have placed so much of love and trust in a person and formed your daily routine to oscillate around a single soul. And all this love would have been overlooked and your heart trampled over. And you would have grieved over it so much that it pushed you into an abyss of depression and doubt. 

What I want you to remember is that love is never a bad thing. And ‘giving your all’ is never foolish or wrong. It is not your fault that your love turned out to be feirce and passionate, but the other person’s weakness that he couldn’t handle love with so much of fire. And that is why they choose to walk away.

You have to continue this way. Whether with people who accept your love or not.Because the world needs people like you. The kind of people who plans to love even after having their heart broken. The kind who reek and stink of love.