Demiurgic

 Flesh- a mere part of human body in precise  A word that holds  truths and    lies.  A meaning that bear taboos and prejudice.  They call it flesh, I shriek it a blessing in disguise.  They stain it dirty, I fleck it as enduring relies and prise.  For it is the skin we live with and live on It kept the cell alive on our mother's womb on it's own.  It bore the pain of tearing apart for us to be born.  It saw blood , cuts and bruises still never left us in vain.  We ignored it but it never did  We blamed it for our miseries that we own to   Though it sheltered us from the trap we fell into.  We shattered it every minute mentally .  Though it stood as our immunity against threat that arouse physically.  For all the unasked flair it gifted us We gifted it back with curse .  In the earthly dais of race to uphold the material beauty in rise.  For once , at least endeavour it with love not to keep it apart  Shower it with all the care you retain in the abode of your heart.  Be i

Exploring the depths of vivid fantasy, mystery and spiritual genres are one of my favourite past time and while doing that one such book caught the spark of my eyes which is Brida, written by the greatest maestro of story telling -Paulo Coelho.  The novel is based on a true story of an enthral beauty, young Irish girl -Brida who embarks her journey to seek the truth of her life , and this desire leads her to the need of learning magic which is said to be the key to every closed door of mystery that wraps life. As she on set her journey, many great men of wisdom and courage lights the routes to her destination such as Magus, a forest dweller who taught her to overcome her fears and to trust the greatness of the world through the tradition of sun. Afterwards , she finds a teacher for herself - Wicca, who made her aware of her true identity and witch craft by dancing to the hidden music of the world . Thus she understands that every soul appears in this world for a special reason a

 "Every coin has two sides" it said, so is the world around , everything is two faced for instance let us place rain as the matter.  What do you feel when rain transpire?  For me when the enchanting drop of rain drips to meet it's destiny along a silky lil breeze to quench the never ending thirst of the swollen earth, it awakens the long forgotten memories of some blissful moments which was sleeping quietly in the abode of my heart . It ignites the memory of my school days, four in an umbrella, drenched in the rain no matter what fun ,chatter and giggles were all that muttered. It afresh the sights of the nostalgic aroma of childhood me who relished rain for not having to attend school besides sat in the comfy sofa in my home, watching my favourite show be it be Disney , Pogo or CNC. Now when it rains, it makes me realise that how relaxed I am as I tickle the long gone days of my life endowing life to the vigour less pages that lie blank here.  I guess some of you might d

                                                                                                Dear! Snape, you were among the dark but still was a spark of light in solitude.You made me fall in love with your gray character. Being misunderstood throughout your life , I definitely got a pinch of sympathy for you but that doesn't completely spill my love for you instead I love you for who you are -witty, full of anguish, anger yet the most beautiful soul in Hogwarts. The only reason you lived for was to protect Harry. You couldn't protect your Lily so died to save her lil Potter. I don't know, I haven't ever read or heard about someone ever before who loved like you, who died for love like you though Lily loved someone else. No one can ever place an epitome of such self less love ever after. I guess no! . If I ever love someone I want to love like you but I know I can't fully because you are you- one of a kind. No one can ever be or be like Severus Snape. No matter