One or the Other

A beautiful poem written down by Varnika Jain. Depicts how a person can become someone’s entire world and chase away the nightmares and the darkness.

Moonlighting Scrivener

She sought him in her nightmares

She sought him in her dreams

When she woke up

She could hardly tell

The one from the other

Since he saved her in her nightmares

And she lost him in her dreams

The one became the other

Somewhere in between.

So she took to sleeping with him

Held closely in her arms

The warmth that he exuded

Ended the nightly tussle

And merged the happiness

Of the one with the other.

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By the pond

It was a pleasant evening, with the sun dipping over the horizon. Insects were buzzing and the birds chirping as they returned to their homes, settling in for the night. The horizon turned orange with purple hues, with stars flickering through the evening sky. The pond reflected rays of the setting sun along it's shimmering … Continue reading By the pond

Space

A beautiful poem composed by Varnika Jain. Evokes emotions and warmth inside the heart by conveying how two beings come together in this universe and anchor themselves to the other for all eternity. Do read and let me know what you think in the comment section.

Moonlighting Scrivener

I was floating around aimlessly,

Like some homeless space debris.

Not knowing what to do, where to go or where to drop anchor,

Because that all-knowing, all-telling, inner voice

Had long ago muted its strains.

By my own design or from the weight of the world – ‘Twas a secret I had no intention of unraveling.

I strayed into the vicinity of a dying star on its last dregs of fire, its hopelessness felt like a kindred pain.

I decided to stick around for some time, drawn towards its growing misery with a strong, gravitational pull.

Little by little, in the warmth of company, the star rekindled it’s blaze.

Till it glowed with a blinding light that sent me spinning around in ecstatic frenzy.

The muffled tones of my inner voice could now be heard anew. Stay, it said, as I danced around,

Like a moon making merry.


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My Wolf 

I wrote this post a few weeks ago, portraying the rush of joy and love one feels upon seeing their special someone. Do give it a read and let me know in the comments section about what you think. Thank you for visiting!

The Diary

I was trotting through the wild, fog and mist surrounding the fern. Black clouds hovering above, casting shadow across the boscage. I was walking around, taking in the forest, smelling the mud, hearing the insects, seeing every minute detail in front of me.

I reached a clearing and saw another wolf, curled up next to a tree. She raised her head, brought her soulful eyes to rest on me. Thor Almighty, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I walked upto her, looking deep in her eyes.

I touched my head to hers, my coat rubbing along hers. I licked her coat, grooming her. Nibbled at her fur, cleaning it up.

Slowly, she got up on her feet. Stood right in front of me. In an instant we realised, we were meant to be. We howled. We howled in chorus. In recognition of the counterpart of our…

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A Rainy Day Epiphany

If you are an avid book reader and looking for some honest reviews for the book you’ve been thinking on a rainy day with a warm cup of coffee. Check out The Quaint Reading Nook by Varnika Jain.

The Quaint Reading Nook

I believe the very first post on any blog should signify the reason for its being and the path it’s bound to take in the coming days. So here’s how, why and what for The Quaint Reading Nook came into existence –

[Now, I’ve already explained the rainy day epiphany that I had on my personal blog. So, I’m going to reproduce the same down below because this blog is the culmination of what started there, so please bear with me and read on.]

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​​Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” ― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and HobbesTenth Anniversary Book. 

And that is exactly what I did today. Because, obviously, I’d trust a Calvin and Hobbes advice with my life! (Does anyone else think that the comic strips cover a lot of deeply profound, existentialist issues, or…

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Coming Home

In parallel with The Celebration written by Varnika Jain. It had been five months. He kept thinking of the first time they met. With a smile on his face and love in his eyes, he thought of the five months with her. Cherishing each moment with her. It seemed as though life before her didn't exist. He didn't remember the world before she came to him. She was everything he'd ever need.

Eternally, yours

I found you one winter night, when the moon shone blue and stars flickered bright. I heard your words and stood tranquil. For your words soothed me, taking away my pains. A few moons passed and you took my hand, gave my your love and wrapped me in your heart. I took your hand and … Continue reading Eternally, yours

Always and forever

Always and forever, he promised to her. Always and forever to hold her hand, keep her close. When she is lost in the forest, to guide her home. Always and forever to keep her heart warm and firm in his palms. To cradle and nourish it till it's warm and everglowing like amber. Always and … Continue reading Always and forever

Candle in the room

He sits in the room, shrouded in darkness. He sits cross legged in the centre. The room lays barren, with no wall hangings or furniture in sight. Blinds pulled down and the doors shut.  He sits facing a candle in the room, his eyes catching the gleaming aura it emits.  He watches the candle burning … Continue reading Candle in the room