I was wondering when was the last time I was actually happy? when was the last time I shed tears of joy? (even though it’s not been very long, but in times like these we tend to forget good times) And then few hours later I got my first royalties of my first book! After…… Continue reading Got my first royalties!!
Little stoney reached 3000 followers mark today. First 2 thousands were fast, this one took effort!Last year was crazy, wait..correction, THIS year is crazy!!Last year was just busy, so it took a while to get here.I feel like I was a child when I started this blog. I have come so far the beginning looks…… Continue reading 3000 Followers!
Cold Make me cold Like those stone walls So old Calm Make me calm Like that baby’s hand Nestled in my palm Still Make me still Just like the winter ocean ..tranquil.. Cry Don’t make me cry Like that smoldering rain Drizzling from red sky Light Show me some light It’s getting dark and i’m…… Continue reading Make me calm #WritePhoto #Poetry
I ran Free Book Promotion last Saturday and Sunday, considering that a lot of people are confined in their home and I got inspired by fellow writers who were doing the same. Now, I’m going to share my experience. First of, it was crazy ecstatic amazing ride! It’s been an exhausting week. Drained all of…… Continue reading My Giveaway Experience
If you are not a fan of Sylvia Plath I suggest you skip this one. In few words this book is only novel, a semi-biography written by Sylvia Plath and basically a narration of her downward spiral, covering her suicide attempts and hospitalization. If you know anything about her life and her writing, it’s going…… Continue reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
I just opened The Bell Jar and air swirled in a dark cave of my mind, actually one of many dark caves. But this one is special. This one is pristine. No dust, no spiders, no webs. It’s like a clean portal with darkness of a black hole, that can swallow every smile on the…… Continue reading A Poet’s Voice
I remember those pale walls I remember that metal door Ceiling ambled by spiders and lizards Cleaning spider webs was her weekly chore She mopped, like her life relied on it You could see your reflection in the marble floor She lived a zero-waste lifestyle Our broken toys lived in the store Evenings were warmed…… Continue reading Tale of a Humble Castle #NaPoWriMo Day-2