“ Absolutely Nothing ”

A poem by Osoanon Nimuss: “Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it ‘Chops’ because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it…

one year of blogging.

Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars. ― Jack Kerouac I can’t quite believe how fast has time flown by and how much has this blog grown. As you can tell from the title of this blog post, today marks the one year anniversary of Saudade. Yes, one WHOLE…

Falter & Fly

[ “forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me” ] ~ The Avett Brothers My mother always told me I had an unusual soul, as she watched the tides of my expectations go high and then abruptly splash the shore. She often asked me to BREATHE and let go, count backwards from…

Sunshine Blogger Award.

Being a “new kid on the block” can often bring up feelings of uncertainty, self-doubt, and insecurities. These are the feelings that even I felt, quite often ( and still feel at times) while developing my blog. However, I can firmly state that if it weren’t for a plethora of amazing bloggers/readers like you, your…

u n t i t l e d .

” In a circle full of cotton melodies and baked apple pies, I crave and hold a broken periphery of words like an augmentation of truth, a point of concave solitude. I rub my skin and pinch myself, to uncover words unsaid, undiscovered. ” I sit, beneath a bower of insecurities, to feel, a surge…

With Love.

To my future daughter : Dear little one, I know you’re lying there on the bed crying because of the boy who means the world to you. He must’ve said or done something stupid or maybe it was you . Well, regardless of whosoever it was, learn to forgive. Forgive yourself and him for whatever…

Ode to the Sea

Gasping and quivering I sprint to the seas, Floating up and down the alleys. Breakdowns at one , Mendings by three. The waves roll up rocking me to sleep. “Too much has happened and I cannot breathe, With eyes out there shooting with rejection I cannot see! “ I weep. “So O! water if I…

Stay ( ? )

“I must leave now”, I whispered under my breath , not taking my head off his chest. I liked how it fit right there, like a tiny piece in a solved jigsaw puzzle and how his heartbeats echoed in my ears, swam slowly into my head. “Can’t you stay?” he asked, obliviously playing with the…

tears of the silenced.

Wavering across the timeless thread , each day. I wonder what made life treat me this way. That at the mild age of just twelve It let him annihilate my soul off myself. “Was is it all my fault ? “ I often ask myself. I was merely a kid Unaware of the world, And…

Undaunted.

In this tumultuous corner of the world where much is wrong and much needs to be done, Bhaavna Arora’s fourth book offers a tribute to every Indian soldier that has sacrificed his life working towards healing divisions and protecting his motherland. This book is a biography cum real-life story of an extraordinary 22 year old…