weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017

Poems from my wrong state of mind inscribed at the right time

You taught me the art of blooming, of how you can bloom in the places one cant even imagine of. There are strands of you which saw violets in my hazel eyes, sunflowers in my golden soul and roses in my beating heart. So this book is dedicated to Amrit, a person who bloomed a dandelion in the barren field, a dead heart which longed for soft warmth. (to be loved by you is like being loved by all the godly creations)

❝𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 sun 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺❞

I think I burnt down an angel once.

I miss your last glacé clandestine kiss, I miss the way you left me with a broken promise, I miss our love's perfidious bliss, I miss how i felt falling down your tenebrous abyss, and now I dip my feather into the murky ink to frame a masterpiece of times I thought you and I shared a love that was endless - remi

"you are the sugar that my body craves."

Jordie Cheng angered a goddess by stealing her lover. Her price? To be cast into the past, forced to work her way through each decade as a traitor. Beginning in 1900, Jordie must capture the heart of a potential lover, only to break it. She falls into a steady routine of heartache--until 1990. Trinity University of Vermont. Jordie finds herself in the company of an art student desperate to prove his skills, and who sees Jordie as the perfect inspiration. Hungry to let herself experience "life" this time, Jordie turns her back on the curse that will kill her by the year's end if she doesn't succeed. But competition is brewing among artists in the school, and the goddess is keeping a close eye on Jordie. Only she doesn't know whether she can bring herself to be the villain this year.