Merak Magazine

No Strings Attached

Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the evening in silence forced a lot of questions in…

Nostalgia

He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane And can’t keep that smile away. Oh my golden youth! If only I could turn…

American Mistress

  It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort of common ground. His father sat at the kitchen table at his typewriter as his…

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

Blurb: It tells the story of two sisters in France during World War II, and their struggle to survive and resist the German occupation of France. I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Nightingale for its storytelling and twists that kept me gripped…

A World Away

Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you can press money from guile and oil from stone – If you’d just continue squeezing…

Feeling Comfortable in Your Skin

I tell myself, the moon will rise from darkness. – Mahmoud Darwish     Everybody around including near/dear ones, are concerned for your well-being. Unless, however, any apparent physical symptoms are visible, hardly anyone would reach out to inquire about…

The Literary Chameleon

Poetry is written in the human mind, and is read by the human conscience.  They comprise the metaphysical parallel universe lingering within us all. In the mind rests the conformist logic of everyday life, the unifying factors of all that…

These pages of mine

“Those books. You’ve read them all?”   Yes. I’ve read them all. I’ve devoured the woven words and placed them in my shelf of memories, safe and to be remembered, always.  I’ve spent warm and breezy afternoons, piously making my…