Book Review: Milk & Honey by Rupi Kaur

milk&honey

So recently on a trip, I invested in a book of poetry….well it was very conflicting for me as I have never bought any poetry books until very recently…so far I’ve purchased 2 of ‘em. For someone who writes poetry I guess it’s a little surprising perhaps. Anyhoo, I was surprised to see the book in the first place (that too at the airport of all places) and curious about the book because my social media feeds have been filled with excerpts/blurbs of poetry written by the lady herself. What little I read at that point had me going wow, that’s the power of words.

I finished reading the book on the flight and initially, the first half of the book wasn’t all that appealing and to a certain extent it did get me a lil’ disinterested, however, the 2nd half of the book reeled me back in and it was one sucker-punch after another with every lil’ bit that I read. I’m bowled over by the power of words, her ability to keep her poetry so brief, concise and so damn powerful is just mind boggling and has left quite an impact. I’m certain I will re-read this book and it probably will travel with me wherever I go. I also want to mention the poetess’ note for the readers at the end of the book, it in itself is an ode/poem and is so beautifully written and is just as sweet as milk and honey.

I’m liking this new habit of picking up random works of written art. Would I recommend this book to others? Hell yes…but I have my own reasons, I like pushing art forms that I also tend to butcher and massacre i.e. poetry😛. Besides, it’s very well written and man oh man does it hit so many emotional tangents and leaves deep deep footprints in one’s mind and soul. Looking forward to more written/published work from Rupi Kaur!

Standstill

So inspiration and muses have been a wee lil’ bit of a problem these days, so I put myself up to the challenge of trying to find it in the smallest of things, be it music, a line in a book, a dialogue, a TV show or 20, or hell even a movie. Anything that keeps that brain moving gets me going. So, here you have it folks, compositions and compilations from an eternal insomniac😀 and apparently I’m quite happy about it lol. Share yer thots down below in that comments box!

Standstill

Life’s biggest decisions,
From 0-60 in record seconds,
Made on a whim,
Made with precision.
Countless actions,
Repetitive, relentless,
Spontaneous, yet so stupid.
Roaming halls of regret,
Staring at your wall of fame,
And the countless accolades,
Celebrating the precision you
think you once had,
And you now consider has left
you,
In a state of reckless abandon.
One day you’re being chided,
For your immaturity,
Your blasé attitude and carefree
nature…
The next, you’re being sniped at,
For being too uptight, too serious,
Too focused, too self-centred,
For chasing after your dreams,
visions and goals.
Somewhere between
Then one day you wake up,
And the finish line is here,
Your story is done, it’s written,
You’re out of time,
To live that life you once promised
yourself.
And before you know it,
There you lay,
Your body cold,
Beneath that carved slab of stone,
With the placid and bland tale
Of your life being told.

SJ

Fears, Tears & Belief

 

Fears, Tears & Belief

Some days I sit and wonder,
Is everything in this world redundant?
Every mistake, every lesson,
The result of many an epic blunder?
Where what I’ve been seeking,
Really isn’t what they promised
taught or preached,
Back in school,
And drilled into our brains everyday,
That hard work pays.
They promised us freedom and
security,
Based on chapters in books.
The promised us permanence,
Based on their skewed perception
of reality.
Rewarding those willing to be
subservient,
Willing to keep their head down
And unquestionably follow rules;
Versus those who choose to stand tall,
And question the relevance of it all.
Who end up being called heroes and
visionaries,
Posthumously…once they fall.
Until then,
Their actions and words,
Decried and condemned.
Their virtues, their character
Sullied, defiled and stained.
And once nothing remains of them,
Where words and pictures fail,
Stories of their focus and restraint,
Become legends and myths to enthrall us.
Their resilience and resistance,
Stories of inspiration, to drive us.
Legends they call them in the future,
But, mere criminals in the present.
So, who do we blame?
When we as a civilization fail and fall?
When all we ever do,
Is look for ways to tear each other apart,
Instead of holding each other,
And standing united, together.

SJ

Secrets & Spaces

Yay time to share a few thots here and there. The Insomniac strikes again😀. Have a stellar week everyone.

Secrets & Spaces

Find a crevice,
Fill a crack,
Find a corner,
Clear out ‘em nooks
and crannies,
Fill up the empty spaces,
Erase tracks and
traces,
Of all that was.
It’s time now,
To readdress,
All that’s within,
All that we’re left
without.
Is all that we need
anymore,
To pick up the broken
bits,
Of ourselves and stories,
Reattach the pieces,
Run your life’s races,
Set the paces,
Forget the haggard, weary
and angry faces,
Rediscover all those forgotten
places,
Your fond, fragile heart
Discovered once upon a
time,
And beat furiously,
With passion…with rhythm,
Without fear, without pain,
With all the wonderment
and joy,
Of being able to explore
and discover.
You are who you define
yourself to be,
Not the words written
On many pieces of paper,
Spray painted on walls,
Nor drilled into your head
on a daily basis,
Like a chant, a mantra,
To dissuade you
From self-discovery,
From seeking out who you
truly are,
From exploring the depths
of who you truly can be.
Where your strengths and
weaknesses,
Are predetermined…
Where successes and losses,
Are based on,
The tangential nature
of tangibility
And not on the actuality,
Of one’s true potential,
Nor capabilities.

SJ

Clock Tower

Random musings at play yet again. Apparently I find reason, inspiration & meaning in the chords and words of many a song. One of those nights where you let the music play and the words flow and dance to the beat.

Clock Tower

Time left us hanging,
Uncertain, unwilling,
Questioning, seeking,
Answers…people…
Memories of things near and
distant,
And people too far.
Unbending, unforgiving,
Chasing back time,
That cannot be re-lived,
restored or re-traced.
Forever chasing,
Eternally tracing,
Tracking back the hands
of time,
Back to the start,
Back to a time,
When decisions were made.
Living in clouds of what ifs
and regrets,
Clouded visions of futures,
Far from what we once
perceived.
Where hope is the countdown
clock,
The solution to all our concerns,
nightmares and worries.
The winding hands,
Counting down our lives,
Moving us from goal to goal,
Purpose to purpose,
Searching for purpose,
Seeking truth and love,
Defying rules and restrictions
imposed on us
Desperate to survive
The odds against us.
O time,
You wily, bewitching wonder,
Where do you fly?
Leaving us mere mortal
fools behind,
With star-struck eyes,
And wonder filled dreams,
And always short of a chance,
To say goodbye.

SJ

Radioactive

So I came across this really beautiful post a while back, but due to the hectic nature of schnazz I get involved in, I wasn’t able to read it up until yesterday. It was one of those posts I started reading when I came across it initially and wanted to finish reading it right then and there ‘cuz it was so captivating and gripping….but I couldn’t. I suggest you guys check it out, it’s beautifully written.

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/20211442/posts/1860

This post got me all inspired & fired up to write this poem. Check it out and well you know the drill, share yer thots in the box below!

Radioactive

Radioactive, Radioactive
How could they expect anything less?
How could they not anticipate?
The end result of all their demands,
All their taunts,
The constant fear,
And the haunting nature,
Of all that’s been said and done,
In the name of constructive criticism,
And advice,
They claim is to help you,
Become the best version of yourself,
The slow stewing resentment,
Brewing within,
That percolate and precipitate,
Into actions and a motion,
Far beyond perception,
Of those responsible,
And the sole cause for the
ever brewing sentiment,
Of rage and anger bubbling within.
They like to tag you, label you,
Call you an introvert,
Call you shy, label you to be the quiet one,
The one with no voice,
The one commanded to speak up,
The one they’re convinced,
Will never raise their voice,
Not even their tone,
And live just to absorb,
The harshest of words,
The silliest of jibes,
And remain the only people,
With their stories untold,
Their patience tested time after time,
The heights of their anger and patience,
Surpassed time after time.
Mistaken, misunderstood,
But never forget,
The sound of a roar never heard before,
Resounds and resonates far more,
Than the constant squeaks, squeals
and barks,
People like you tend to be part of,
On a daily basis.
Don’t tell me to speak up,
And then tell me to hold my tongue,
When the words flowing out of you,
Bear naught wisdom,
Nor does it value the significance
of time.
Don’t tell me how I should be,
Or what boxes I should fit in to,
Just because it suits the compartments
in your head.
Don’t tell me who I should be,
When I have yet to discover the full
extent of who I can be,
And you,
Have no sense of self-identity,
And have no clue what it is you are,
And if you’re even supposed to be.

SJ

Reflective Revolution

Yabba dabba doo, I bring forth new thots to youuuuuu…and that’s about as much of a rhyme as you’ll get out of me today. This poem wasn’t planned, it was a spontaneous reaction to a song I listened to last night. Music and it’s magical influences huh? Have a fabulous week everyone. And yes, there’s always lots of writing to look forward to🙂.

Reflective Revolution

The heaviest of hearts,
Carry the lightest trace
of heartbreak.
The toughest of spirits,
Have the weakest hearts,
For they’ve been broken
over and over,
Time after time,
For no rhyme or reason.
Behind the brightest
Of many a smile,
Hides a thousand fears,
And a thousand tears,
Shed over all that’s lost,
And all that’s gone.
The weakest of hearts,
Possess the strongest
of shoulders,
For they have held,
The heaviest of weights,
The heaviest burdens of
countless truths,
Well veiled beneath
Countless, unfathomable lies,
And masks and facades,
Almost too surreal.
Telling you they’re alright,
That all is right with the
world.
Assaying your fears,
Allaying your worries,
Liberating your captive heart,
From the chains of bitterness,
Cynicism and blatant disbelief,
That seem to cloud your
judgment,
And taints the beauty,
Contained within all that before
and beside us.
The ones who seem to refrain,
Almost abstain,
From sharing their fears,
Their demons,
Their tears,
Are the ones who seem,
To live life with no worries,
no cares,
Their faces all smiles,
Yet their eyes…
Have a different story to tell.
Put aside your judgment,
Put aside your spite,
Put aside all that hate, anger
and threats of might.
All you are is human,
And all you have to share,
Is that beautiful heart,
Beating within you,
Filled with a love,
So pure and true,
That it infuses hope,
In those needy, barren, dying
souls,
That need only a drop,
To reignite the hope within,
And that beautiful smile,
That graces your ethereal face,
That brightens the days,
Of those around you.
They say,
Love like you’re dying,
But alas,
Love isn’t death,
It is pain, it is rebirth,
It is revisiting faith.
So love,
Like it’s your last day,
Love, like it’s the first time
all over again,
Love, like you’ve never
loved before…

SJ

The Rebel’s Prelude

Happy Friday one and all!

Hopefully the week has been a reflective one, and has treated you all fairly decently. Yupp I’m back at it too apparently. In my case a poem a day, keeps the head at bay. Have a fantastic weekend!

The Rebel’s Prelude

But I’m a writer, not a fighter,
He said.
We all have to start somewhere,
She said.
Start a revolution?!
He exclaimed.
No, be the voice of reason,
That’s died out,
And has been one everyone has
secretly been seeking out.
She explained.
But why me?
Why do I have to be the one
to lead?
He questioned.
Why not you?
She countered.
Have you not suffered?
A fate you despise and abhor,
The sleight of hand,
Bestowed by the ignorance,
We let fester and grow?
And wish you could eradicate,
If only, so you could restore,
Balance and order,
With actions and words,
Rather than,
With the magic words ‘if only?’
She justified.
They’ll crucify me,
Target me,
Make me an unwilling martyr…
He sighed.
Would you rather remain
chained and tied then?
A slave to the dream you’re
sold,
And countless lies you’re told,
Where you let your freedom,
Be a perceived dream,
A fantasy,
You keep chasing after,
Like that dog,
Eternally chasing it’s tail?
She queried.
Easy, rousing words for you to
throw my way.
You, who claims to understand,
The dilemmas and harsh realities
of life.
Claiming to stand up for truth, justice,
liberty and equality,
Without even partaking in this
supposed fight.
How do you know the dreams I chase
after?
How can you claim to know,
The peace and liberty I chase after?
How do you know the promises
and dreams,
I’ve had to break,
That some would call sacrifice,
While I’d call it my will to survive?
He asked, his voice breaking…cracking
Built up and steeping with years of
anger and frustration.
I don’t have to know to understand,
I see the world for what it is,
From where I stand.
I see the tears shed day in and
day out,
On that mother’s face,
About her child’s whereabouts
and safety,
I see the guilt and the fear,
Seeping through her tears,
In the movement of her trembling
fingers,
As the waits to hear,
If they’re dead or alive,
Fighting on foreign soil,
On some God-forsaken battlefield,
Fighting somebody else’s wars,
Dying to preserve,
The spirit of independence,
Of liberty,
I see the beads of sweat,
Rolling off that father’s brow and
back,
His bleary eyes,
Blinking out the sleep,
Of countless sleepless nights,
Trying to make ends meet.
I hear the silent tears,
Shed by all those lonely hearts,
Trying to make it in a world,
That prefers slamming the door
to their dreams,
In their faces…repeatedly.
A world that teaches them to
be lose faith,
And be bitter, cynical and jaded,
With no hope nor belief,
In love, in kindness,
In the genuine caring nature of
the human spirit.
I have seen the ravenous looks,
In the eyes of all those we deemed,
Lost causes and beyond saving,
The ones we turned our backs to,
Because how can we help anyone else?
When we can’t help our own miserable
selves?
I have seen, heard and felt far more,
Than you think or perceive my
naïve, misguided friend.
She reasoned with patience.
Every sunset is followed by a sunrise,
Just like every time we fall,
We dust ourselves and rise.
So too, is now the time,
To stand up to the oppression,
The repression, the suffocation,
No longer are you at the mercy,
Of those bullies who think they
can break you,
And take away,
All those nuances and elements,
That, make you.
It’s time, to chase after the future
that was always yours.
It’s time to stand up to the demons
and ghosts of the past,
Who have reduced you into a mere
shadow of the man you once were.
Face them head on,
Let the world know,
You’re no longer a doormat,
They can trample on.
She encouraged him on.
But what is a martyr’s sacrifice worth?
What do I stand to gain?
In a world so steeped,
By it’s own lust, it’s own greed?
He questioned, while looking on forlornly.
How will you know what is worthy
and isn’t?
Without trying, or giving this a chance?
The world wasn’t built in a day,
Change isn’t an overnight phenomenon,
It is but a trial,
And it takes several trials,
To reach the ultimate destination
of your journey.
How will you know how much of
and impact you make?
If you don’t think there is anything
worth fighting for?
Know that there is nothing to fight for,
That’s worth more than fighting for
yourself.
The only impact you need to make,
Is the one that affects your life and
you.
That is the only battle worth fighting
and dying for.
She replied.
He rolls his shoulders,
And cracks his neck side to side.
He heaves a sigh,
And when he opens his eyes,
Gone are the doubts and the worries,
That coloured his eyes.
There’s a new found fire,
Burning wild, burning bright.
And as he starts to rise,
He utters his last words,
Before taking his place in this
fight.
Too much time have I lost,
Too many pieces of my heart
Have been scattered and lost.
For today, today shall I rise,
And reclaim all that,
Once taken,
And all that which was
once lost.
In these forsaken shadows,
Shall I rid myself of the coward,
I once was.
Into the darkness,
Shall I set free,
The fears, anger and hatred,
That once held me together,
That once bound me together,
With the chains of false dreams,
And lies of untrue realities.
For herein begins my fight,
To reclaim my true purpose,
Redeem my true self…
And to free the light within me,
Out into a world,
So full of darkness and fury.

SJ

The Words in Spaces & Faces

Guess who is back at it yet again?!?!….Yayy thank you never ending Thotstream for invading my personal space & doing what you do…i.e. wreaking havoc. How is there still so much that needs to be told? Anyway before I go on rambling, on towards the poetry road….

The Words in Spaces & Faces

I looked around,
Searching for your stoic,
loving gaze.
Wondering if you’d still be
around.
Watching, observing,
Silent as ever.
Ever ruminating,
Your thoughts illuminating.
Wandering, searching,
For trails long lost,
Have I lost track of time…
Long misplaced, long displaced,
Away from the madness of
it all.
Without a trace,
In a sea of faces,
You dived in head first,
Not a peep, not a sound,
Carried away by the constant
tide of change,
One moment I saw your smiling
face,
Rippling beneath the surface,
And the next,
Gone were the remaining traces,
Of a face,
Resonating comfort and
familiarity.
Replaced by the murkiness,
That life and it’s compatriots,
Leave behind,
As a warning, as a sign,
Of the unpredictability,
That is it’s nature
Asking you to heed,
The words of the wise,
To embrace the familiarity,
Of life’s unpredictability,
For that ability,
Is the key to maintaining your
stability,
In a world shattered,
By it’s own fragility.

SJ

Liberation

Ola ola,

So this one was very spur of the moment-ish poetry…well that does beg the question if all my poetry isn’t that way. It is, but this was just a trigger reaction ya know? You think, you feel and then there’s an outpouring of feels that finds the need to be expressed and then the words follow. I guess some doors are best left closed and some ghosts are best left to themselves, no point in chasing after the ones that bear no resemblance to who they once were…here’s to celebrating a life free of 1 less complication.

Liberation

Just like every other time,
I see you walk away,
Your back to mine,
Muttering, mumbling words,
Anger dissipating,
Tears free-flowing,
Hurling accusations of betrayal
and abandonment.
Your words,
Sharper with every passing year,
Unkind, untrue,
Unknowing, unforgiving,
Of all that I’ve been through…
Yet you get to turn the tables,
Live in the world of your fables,
Forget all those times, 
I held your head and hands
In mine.
Gave you my shoulders to lean on,
When the world seemed,
Too overwhelming a place and
space.
And I get to revisit the memories,
While you walk away with the rest
of your dreams.
Stuck in time, 
Struck by a love divine,
And a loyalty fierce enough,
To stand the tests of time.
Break me, 
Like you have in times past,
Test me,
Constantly and consistently
Like you always have.
Unearth my flaws, 
Tear away and undo,
All that binds me,
Unhinge me from all that matters,
With your vicious, malicious and
ravenous words,
Sharper than blades and claws.
Applaud while I fall,
And whisper softly,
My list of secrets and failures,
While I’m in free-fall.
Until you see the truth of it all,
Lies in the veils of your lies.
The ones you don,
To safeguard that brittle, hollow
heart of thine.
That seeks eternal peace and
comfort, 
By trampling on hearts so naive
and gullible,
To take what you think is your
birthright,
But is the very curse,
That will be your undoing in time.
For honey,
Dear friend of mine,
This is the last time,
You ever get to see this face
of mine,
And the last time you get to
turn your back to mine.
May you find the solace you
seek,
For that troubled heart of thine.
May your envy free your spirit,
And liberate you enough,
To live, love and learn,
The rest of the days of your life,
With reckless abandon,
And fierce passion.