A bittersweet love


Your voice honey like sweet

A melody to my ears, a lovely treat.

Now your words burn like venom

in my chest, they burn a hole.

For our love was a delicacy

that I indulged in too much,

however, the heat of our temperaments,

made it turn sour.

Now for love, I am famished,

but the bittersweet delicacy of our love

I can no longer relish.


Fire and Ice – Analysis

Today, I happened to stumble across an old favorite poem – “Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost. However, today I took the time to think, really think about it and analyze. For those who haven’t read it yet, here it is –

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
There could be many interpretations of this poem. Here are two I could come up with.
1. When the poet talks about the world coming to an end, it could mean the literal end of the world, destruction, doomsday, whatever you call it. So when we talk about the world ending, it could be due to either of the two elements mentioned – Fire or Ice. The subtle point here being, these are the only two ways the world could end in, either by being consumed, devoured by fire or being frozen to an icy extinction.
2. The end of the world could be the end of a person, their destruction. What will be the thing that destroys them? Fire, meaning desire, lust, emotion, greed, anger? Could be anything. Or is it ice? Icy difference (like giving someone the cold shoulder?), hate, apathy?
It could be the end of relationships. How too much passion, anger, emotion can at times sabotage a relationship. Similarly, apathy, indifference, lack of efforts can be equally responsible for destroying it.
What do you think? Drop a Comment!
PS- Game of thrones fans, what do you think, is this related to A song of fire and ice?
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poem source – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44263

The weight I carry


I felt light-headed, delighted,

tracing the marks of your fingers and mouth,

I carry their imprints on my flesh.

I feel burdened, tired,

carrying your memories around.

The weight of your words,

so sharp and painful.

I carry their marks on my mind.

The load of your betrayal,

so devastating, so mortifying.

I carry its mark in my heart.

The intensity of your love,

burning, excruciating, calamitous

I carry it in my spirit.


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The sounds of the past

Here’s today’s entry for Word High July challenge 


I pass by the tiny village

Unable to recognize this image.

I step down reluctantly from my fancy car,

My eyes search for familiar faces from afar.

Stepping into debris and ruins,

My feet are incapable of moving.

I see the old tree, where meetings were held,

My eyes with tears now swelled.

The lake where I played,

I chose to leave, the memories stayed.

My childhood home broken down,

The people I left, to go to town

are now nowhere to be found.

I close my eyes and reminisce

If I am really quiet,

I can still hear the sound

of laughter and bliss.


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Somewhere no one goes

Here’s my entry for today’s Word High July challenge


To forget the world

and just lie down

for a moment or two

Somewhere no one comes,

just me and you

soaking in this world so new.

The stars will know

our secret, but they won’t tell.



Time will stand still,

with you by my side

I have nothing to do

with this world oh so wide.

Long after we will be gone,

the stars shall remember

what it was like

to shine down upon us

two hearts that burnt so bright

under their dim soothing light.

The sand that once

touched our skin

shall merge with the sea

and flow endlessly

and we shall be carried away

across the globe,

or at least a part of us

that lied down for a while.


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Today’s entry for the Word High July challenge  

Don’t be so loud!!

Why do you murmur?  Speak aloud!

Don’t be a cry baby

What are you heartless? 

Why don’t you go out often? 

Better be back home by ten! 

Better answer me young lady! 

Don’t you talk back to Daddy!

Why are your grades so poor? 

Straights A’s huh,but that won’t open all doors! 

Why don’t you shut your mouth sometime? 

Always sulking in your room, all fine? 

When I was your age I was so much better

You need help with life? 

Let me pass Judgement first,

I’ll help you, but later! 

Whatever you do will never be enough,  

I expect you to be my friend, even though I’ve always been rough. 

Why are you screaming?

Such a spoilt ltitle brat! 

Don’t run away,  let’s have a little chat. 

Wait! Don’t jump down the roof!

Too late now! 

Why didn’t she tell us, she was feeling aloof? 

Why such an outburst? 

Why couldn’t she talk to us first? 

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Tiny little pieces fallen on the floor,

I pick them up diligently, like a chore.

Once a magnificent marvel,

now fragments of the past, without any sparkle.

Washed over by life, love and loss,

Tales of bridges burnt, and crossed.

This is not a sad tale,

but one of tragedies and triumphs.

Of dragging yourself up the hill,

searching everyday, for the lost will.

Every story has a few tears, drops of blood perhaps,

But what is a hero without a few mishaps?

Every blow, meant to break me

only to mold myself anew.

Someday, I’ll be ready,

and have my destiny fulfilled,

Until then, I shall continue to rebuild.


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