Book: A Million Things To Ask A Neuroscientist: The brain made easy Author: Mike Tranter Genre: Teens and Young Adult (13+), Non-Fiction, Science, Neuroscience Review Copy: Reedsy.com Also available at: Amazon.in When the first word in a book is as casual as OK, you wonder if it is of any merit. A quick walk intoContinue reading “Book Review: A Million Things To Ask A Neuroscientist”
They say sights make lasting memories, a touch imprints forever but it was the smells that lie splattered across her memory-scape. This is her story through the years, tracing an olfactory journey, as she put the pieces together, wondering what lies next. 1980 – It is the smell of soap – an expensive luxury barContinue reading “Memoryscape”
The words flow, each better than the next, sometimes rhyming, sometimes like the churning of an ocean, thoughts dripping from every nook, every crevice. Each thought more relatable than the next, some philosophical, some mundane but the currents strong enough to wash you away.
Hidden, unspokenBehind a facadeOf the daily grindChores to keep the mindAway from the surgeOf emotions unheard.Latent they layWaiting for the dayTo capture their preyRip apart the semblanceOf holding it togetherStronger they growThe more you ignore!
I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country. I see darknessBloom from withinSprouting like deadly fungiAsphyxiating our breathKilling our sensesWith neon dosesContinue reading “Despair”
I see the blossomIn your hair witherFrom morn to duskThe petals are nowBrown as twilightIn the evening trainBack from work
They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!
Addicted to chaosI enjoy the rumblingsOf thunder houndsGathering in the horizonPromise of a stormIn the dark clouds;The Devil howlsA clarion callFor rain to descend;In torrents, in the slushI am one with the anguishOf nature, floodingDrifting, breaking
Flowers in the wild
All crimson red!
Hills and Ravines A fine vintageOf memories runningOn your foreheadDelicate linesHills and ravinesLife’s ups and downsChiseled on your brows Highs and Lows Scaling mountainsTraversing hillsLike a madman roamsIn the highs and lowsOf your bosomThis thrill seekerFinally, finds a home Wind and Dew She plaited starsShimmers unparalleledIn her lustrous braidWhen the wind unravelledThose twisted tressesDiamonds floatedContinue reading “Nature’s Medley…continues”