Merak Magazine

Betrayal

“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday.  Not sure if I have to call it a fine Saturday after that conversation, but I am sure it was a ‘great’ end…

  Sudden Change

When his lips uttered those words, The blood drained from her face and a sheaf of dizziness fluttered through her mind, Her red tears-filled eyes gave a subdued look ,that he ignored, She wiped her fresh tears  with the back…

The Forgotten Comrade

Two comrades in arms, sundered by death. One laid to rest, and the other returned, bereaved and full of health. The fallen comrade, resting at first, traversed the cosmos, with Angels fair and splendor, to God’s throne and there merrily…

A Trip Down Nostalgia

Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or ever bland. When our smiles were big, When our smiles were warm, When we didn’t…

Trying to Remember

“Why does everything have to be so hard? Like we are just pretending and pretending. I try to be happy like everyone else. Forgive me for the days I can’t.” I had scribbled in my diary. I was lying on…

Words of the Dead

Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little prison called earth. My body welcomes my new world, saying no more problem. Out there…

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…

Why Write?

Writing is more than just penning down your thoughts on to a piece of paper. It is the snippets of one’s mind that’s bound to change – or touch other minds. Writing is a passion that’s perceived as art at…

The Pure Savage

On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty wings with elegance. Screeching across regions with victory and pride. To meet opportunities to strike…

Goodbye To Reality

Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those days, From highs to lows, fantasy and I part ways. Why does reality remind me…

Dawn of a Dove

Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze   Where have all the chaos vanished, woes wandered, worries surrendered No toxic mist neither urban rushes,…

Over the hills, Along the shore.

Virescent lines drawing curves of hills I worship every time I recall her figure, Douglas firs aligned Rivet memories from our first kiss How dry cracks on her lips Touched mine, As we spooned. Hot wind mixed with salt The…

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 Letter To My Old Self

Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you, to confess, to thank you for the times you have been there for me when…