
The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
Writer

The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.

Every flower needn’t have to be a rose.
A simple nameless plant,
Blooms when everything is dry and withered away.
Bringing hope and tiny smiles.
Some fools sketch,
Trying to capture beauty in simplicity.
A whisper in the darkness of the night
Made me pull my blanket up tight.
I lay inside with eyes wide open
Holding on to my breath.
The bed creaked; sheets rustled.
I shut my eyes.
A whisper again
It said,
Mine!
What is this religion for which we fight?
That we are so passionate and proud about..
Does it teach us to beat people?
Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?
If it does, then why are you standing by it?
If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?
Religion is staying together and showing mercy.
It is loving one another and being at peace.
It is about making the world a better place for our children.
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Who would have imagined that the fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs could be rewritten with a spine-chilling twist?!

Snow, Glass, Apples is nothing that I expected it to be. It is dark, bizarre and it is a story that shows the flip side of fairy tales. Fabulously narrated by Neil Gaiman, this classic story is familiar yet so unfamiliar.
This dark-themed fantasy fairy tale is a story of a queen who tries to save her kingdom from her blood-thirsty vampiric stepdaughter. The story is grim, terrifying and gripping, making it impossible for the readers to put down the book once they get into its enchanting world.
The graphic images in the book are a work of art. They are intricate, intriguing and impressive which add more depth to the narration and captivate the reader’s imagination by bringing the words of the story to life.
This book is decorative and a stylish piece of art which is a must-read for all graphic novel fans and bookworms as it will take their world of imagination to a whole new level.
Love.
A beautiful emotion,
the lesser said the better.
It is a feeling that needs
to be experienced.
Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.
You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.
You know that their hearts melt
when their lips slowly turn into a smile
every time they see you.
You know your love would give up everything
just to be with you.
Love is a feeling that slowly kills
a little bit of you,
yet you love..
Because it keeps you alive.

On a fine snowy, winter evening, I donned my cozy layers of warmth and stepped out to buy a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread. Walking down the hillside I noticed something rolling down the snow.
“Must be kids playing with snowballs.” I said to myself and continued walking.
Then all of a sudden the snowball landed near my feet. I stopped when I saw something glistening under the snow. It moved and I could see a pair of shining crystal eyes, it purred and wiggling itself out of the snow.
I bent down slowly, “Hey there, you furry little friend!”, she replied with a soft mew and followed me all the way to the bakery. I fed her a few crumbs of cheese, she purred contently and we walked back home together happily.
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The book Asymmetry by the new author Lisa Halliday evoked many mixed emotions. I couldn’t say I really liked the book neither can I say that it was terrible.
The book started off really well with Mary-Alice, a young editor, sitting at a park bench beside a supposedly popular writer. His identity is hidden for the first ten pages. However, when the “famous writer” Ezra Blazer’s name is thrown randomly in the middle of the story, it makes you wonder why was his identity hidden if he was going to be introduced so lamely.
The absurd relation between the aged writer, Ezra and Mary-Alice can sometimes be uncomfortable to read when the author writes so crassly about their intimate moments like when Alice asks Ezra over a phone call if he wants to meet for a “Fucky Fuck?”. Some parts in the book just lack refinement, there is a paragraph on farts, a random woman retching in the subway, and many such weird inclusions that are absolutely unnecessary.
Asymmetry includes three parts: Folly, Madness, and Ezra Blazer’s Desert Island Discs.
Folly is mostly about the confused relation between Ezra and Alice. Madness gives an insight about the Iraq war and the daily struggles of Iraqis. The last part in the book is an elaborate interview of Ezra Blazer who discusses his personal life, his experiences and interests.
There are certain extracts in the book which are interesting to read and well-written. However, the book is extremely abstract, it lacks character development and makes it hard for the readers to connect with the story. Also, the exhaustive details about the unimportant characters in the book makes it very tedious to read.
The concept of including the difficult circumstances of Iraq, the war, and the determined efforts and hopes of Iraqis to achieve peace was interesting to read but somewhere the story again loses it’s impact when the author switches back and forth from the past to the present to the memories of the characters, and to the detailed unnecessary descriptions. I was hoping till the end that there would be some kind of an obvious link between the three parts of the book and that the characters, Mary-Alice, Ezra, and Mr. Jafaari would somehow get connected but the story just ended and left me disappointed. The author’s attempt of writing about justice, power, and geography turned out to be more of a mess and confusion.

Haunted castle.
Restless ocean.
Dreary thunderous night.
Dusty curtains.
Lost footsteps.
Creaky wooden floors.
Dirty hingeless doors.
Rusty leaking taps.
Sleepy rabid bats.
Withered old trees.
A rustle on dried leaves.
A shadow with the breeze.
A lacy low-cut red gown.
A gasp.
A silent forgotten scream.

It was a chilly winter night when I saw her.
Haute or mysterious?
A black floppy wide brim hat covered her eyes.
Her red lips left behind a trail of smoke,
as she walked past me
with the echoes of her high heels
resonating in the dark alley.