Tuesday, April 14, 2015

With words, I fell in love...

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words.

Words, for him were more real than I. And this a story of the man who fell in love with my words. I have had a few compliments for my writing but no one compared to the way he put his words in his sentences that made me feel euphoric. I tell you, he was writer of his own in his paragraphs of words put together that made my cheecks flush red. Every word we exchanged was an explosion of it's own that felt like it formed another galaxy of it's own. My words, his words we created a story of our own.

He had a flair of his own kind in his use of his words that made my soul shiver. Every single kind words of compliment he threw my way, I went head over heels to catch them. He had swept my feet of the ground even before I had the chance to realize it. The ground I was standing on seem to dissappear. My universe limited to the lenght of his arms wrapped around my body. My sun become the warmth he provided. His eyes became the only stars I watched and wished upon. He became my home, my universe and every words I penned. He became my muse and I his.

But he was whore for words; words beautifully knitted into stories that kept him amused. Like whore to bodies, his transaction of words didn't limit to me. I was just another book he cherished in his shelves.

Then I felt, that I had given away my whole soul to some one who treated it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.

And now, there's a new a boy in town who whispers to the stars. Who's words do not fit the vocabulary of any kind. His words come as real as they are for his words are not mere words spoken, his words are hidden in his actions. And I'm in love with his words again!

Monday, April 6, 2015


Heavenly, blissful, charming, sins
Souls trapped, flesh bones
Guilty pleasure, ugly pain
My very own sins.

Started how it ends,
Choosing miseries in vain.
Something beautiful, your lips
Something sinful, on mine.

Colourful us. Colourless them.
Sins, like tainted picture.
Lust painted mortal love,
Blood, wounds, scars, sins.

Frightening skies, unknown hills,
Long gone past, haunting,
Chasing foxes every green.
Living with ghosts, sins.

Stolen glances, fearful sins.
Eyes open wildest dreams.
Blood rushing with adrenalines,
Thoughtless actions, thoughtful sins.

Brave hearts, fearful sins.
Endless directions, chained wings.
Darling! My sweet darling,
You cherished, I sinned.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

My first QnA!!!

So, this week I thought I'd do a Question and Answer blog. And I took on my Facebook account where you guys commened your questions. This is the result. I hope you guys enjoy it.

1. How do you stay Inspired every week without fail and also how you combat writer's block. (A syndrome I suffer from more often than not)?

♥To be completely honest, I have days where I just want to lay on my bed and do nothing. Laziness! Emotional breakdowns! Writer's block! Tiredness!  You name it. I guess I try to find inspiration in everything. But most importantly I try to find inspiration within myself. I have a bad habit of pretending to shut down my emotions when I cannot handle it and when I'm around people. So, when I'm all alone I let them flow. I feel every minimal emotions I have suppressed within me. (It gets real messy sometimes) And then I try to move on. I find it rejuvenating and in that moment I try to pin point why I wanted to go through it, why I wanted to do this or where I want my life to go. And when in that process of getting to know myself, I find inspiration.

On not so emotional days, I find inspiration in other people.

2. I love your writing honey ☺ You are great !! As you're new in the Blogging world .. Tell me what is one best and worst part of it ?? Let's see if our answer matches ☺

♥One of the best part of blogging is having a day to look forward to it. And when I stick to my commitments it feels GOOD! Wednesdays are not so boring anymore....waiting to post my blogs and seeing how people react to it. EXHILARATING!!!

One of the worst part would be ... i don't know.... I quite enjoy everything about blogging. It gives me reasons to write which I absolutely enjoy. But I guess falling short on my expectations can be here used as a part that I dislike.

3. What does my middle "Maijadh" mean?

♥Okay, so I recently changed my screen name on Facebook as Dhruba Maijadh Yonzon. "I actually don't have a middle name." Maijadh is my mother's name in our native language "Tamang". It means youngest love.

4. If you had a legit "god like" privilege, what would you change about yourself overnight?

♥hmmmm, Everything and Nothing! I, at some point in my life have hated myself, my body and everything about it. But I've also learned to love and adore it. I love myself. Me before you 😉 (P.s if you're into novels, you should read this. Me before you by jojo moyes)

Today I'm completely comfortable in my own skin and more than that I love my body and I love myself. Having said that, I've put on some tummy fat in the winter. Now, I have a rather bulging tummy. P.S It has also started to look and feel unhealthy. So, weeks of exercise or overnight miracle?  You've guessed it!!!

5. What classes do we have tomorrow?

♥ Dear Shreya Parajuli, since this post is for Wednesday. Tomorrow would be Thrusday. So, on thrusdays we have Legislative Principles, Procedural Law and Clinical Work. Just in case I have mailed you the whole weeks schedule.

6. What are the essential required for a writer to indulge there reader???

♥ To be completely honest. I'm trying to figure that out too. But I've received comment like "I love how your writing spoke to me. It felt like you were talking to me or sharing an incident like we were in person." So, I guess making your reader feel like there involved in the story in some way keeps them indulged. 

Thank you all for sending me your questions. Don't forget to hit the + button. Stay Blessed. Until next Wednesdays! Xoxo