Mahogany-brown, heaven-sent,

My love

A sublime work of art

Perfect, so perfect.


Cloaked in black, like the night

My love, mahogany-brown

Every curve fitting in mine

The piece which completes my puzzle.


We don’t need violins and pianos,

My love, mahogany-brown

Symphonies play in our embraces,

And in the brushes of our fingertips.


Hollow inside but full, so full,

My love’s mahogany-brown

Richness flows into my soul,

Cathartic, lifting me from the world.


And even when my fingers are callused,

My love’s mahogany-brown

Smoothness will never roughen

Because immense purity is untouchable.

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Results of the Raw Poetry Contest

After two long months, the results of The Raw Poetry Contest are finally here. Yay!

You can keep those hockey sticks inside now, impatient participants.

Before we move on to the fun part, I really want all of you to know that you all did great. And I’m not just saying that for the sake of formality- I genuinely appreciated the response to the contest. At first, when I launched it, I got very few entries and I was disappointed to know that so few people could relate to the concept of raw poetry. But extending the deadline by a week was one of the best decisions I ever made because entries poured in after that. I guess y’all are just as lazy as me, huh? So, in the end, I got 19 entries, which was a pretty big deal for me considering that I hadn’t expected to get even 10.

And boy, was it a stiff competition. Even though there were three judges including me, we had a hell of a time selecting the top three. That’s why it took us two whole months to fully analyse and rate each poem.

I don’t want to be one of those annoying judges that say ‘participation is more important than winning’, because I know all too well that more than comforting, it feels like salt on a wound. So to all of you who couldn’t win this time, I will not say that. But I will be very honest with you and tell you that it takes a certain amount of faith in your work to submit it even for a small-scale contest like this one, and all of you who participated had that faith. All of you put in the effort to come up with a uniquely ‘you’ poem. And I think writing raw poetry is an achievement in itself because we’re so used to writing regular poetry. It can be difficult to remove that inherent propensity to use poetic devices and write a traditionally beautiful poem. Even if you did not win, I hope you learned something and most importantly, had fun.

Many of you still wrote regular poetry, and though you did not win a prize, I do hope you will read the winning entries and finally understand the concept. And if you do, my purpose is complete- the whole point of launching this was to familiarise you with the idea of raw poetry and encourage you to deviate from the traditional norms.

Just one last thing before I move on to the prize winners. The trophies displayed with each of the names were personally designed by me in Paint 3D (What a multitalented girl. I know, right?). All of you digital artists, don’t judge me, because it was my first time using Paint 3D. Prize winners: you can upload those trophies on your own blog and/or social media if you like.

Also, the three of us individually rated each poem out of 10 to keep track of our opinions about each one, and the average rating mentioned with the prize-winning poems are the average of those three ratings.

So, here we go:

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In The Defence of Fairweather Friends

As I reblog this brilliant post, WordPress says to me ‘Add your thoughts’. Thing is, I’ve already added my thoughts in the comments section of Tanushka’s blog and it would be redundant to copy-paste them here, so if you do want to read my thoughts, head on over to her comments section. But I doubt you’ll be needing them after reading her post.

That Desperate Friend

Last week, I was making chai for myself to procrastinate and I decided to play some music, because heavens forbid that I am left alone with the voice inside my head for even a second during the whole day. I was trying out new songs, and this particular one by Bruno Major called “Fairweather Friends” caught my attention. The beat was okay, the vibe as the kids call it these days, was afternoon-y. But that’s not why I am writing this. In the pre chorus, there is a line that goes,

I wish you could see
He’ll never love you
Quite like me
He’ll write you a sad song just like one of mine
But I know it won’t make you cry

First of all, I don’t think you, as a competitor, are the right person to judge my friends’ song writing skills, Bruno bro. Also, my tears…

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Eleven Days: Day eleven

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things season 3. 

Episode 8, ‘The Battle of Starcourt’: Oh. My. God. What a finale.

It begins with a grisly ad-hoc surgery of Eleven’s leg to remove the demo-parasite, which meets its end under Hopper’s boot. Call me immature, but the gang-reunion was a hoot-worthy moment.

But they soon break up into their original components- Dustin, Steve, Robin and Erica as the ‘Scoops Troop’, Hopper, Joyce and Murray as the ‘Bald Eagle’, and the rest of them as the ‘Griswold Family’.

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Eleven Days: Day ten

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things season 3. 

Episode 7, ‘The Bite’: This episode was a blast. It was the most action-packed episode until now.

There were a couple of hoot-worthy moments in the episode, both of them courtesy of our dear Eleven- her fight with the Demogorgon in the cabin in the woods and her saving Dustin and gang from the Russians at the mall.

Her pulsing wound has made me worried, though- is it gonna give birth to a monster who’s resistant to El’s powers? That would suck very, very hard.

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Eleven Days: Day nine

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things season 3. 

Because I’ve been AWOL for the past 3 days, I’m posting two episodes today so as to finish it up on time. Such a disciplined person I am. 

Episode 6, ‘E Pluribus Unum’: After wrapping up Nancy, Jonathan and the kids’ encounter with the monster at the hospital (where El kicks some serious ass), the episode begins with the show’s best team- Dustin, Steve, Robin and Erica. Steve and Robin get captured and send the kids to get help. It’s quite courageous of Steve to not yield to the Russians even after being beaten to a pulp. And we get to know that Erica, contrary to her claims, is also a nerd, which was fun to watch.

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Eleven Days: Day nine

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things season 3. 

Episode 5, ‘The Flayed’: Steve finally wins a fight. And that too against a Russian guard- hooray for him!

The Scoops gang discovers the Russians’ plans for opening the Gate after getting out of the elevator with a last-minute-placed glass vial full of green acid. But we still don’t know what they’re doing it for- I hope the show gives those answers at the end.

Nancy, Jonathan and the kids’ plan to release Mrs Driscoll from the hospital to find out where the Mind Flayer was building his army was a clever one and their encounter with the flayed at the hospital was fast-paced, tense and a good edge-of-the-seat ten or fifteen minutes. Though I have to say, those people from Nancy’s office liquefying and merging into the bigger monster was one of the most disgusting scenes ever.

Also, I didn’t expect Mike not to know the meaning of ‘extending the olive branch’. What kind of a nerd is he?

On the Hopper front, it was a humorous time with the adorable Russian scientist Alexei. I thoroughly enjoyed Joyce’s attempts to communicate with him and Hopper’s frustration at it. And Murray, the show’s official shipper, is back! After leading to Nanathan (that’s their ship name, right?) in season 2, I had no doubts he’d point out Jopper (?) in season 3.

Eleven Days: Day five

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things Season 3.

Episode 4, The Sauna Test: In this episode, we have a new character joining Dustin, Steve and Robin’s gang- ‘You can’t spell America without Erica’ Erica, who’s Lucas’s little sister and always looking to grab free ice-cream. As the gang looks at the blueprints of the mall, they realise that there’s only one way to the Russians’ storage facility, and that’s through the air ducts. Not even Dustin is small enough to fit in, so they have to rope in Erica and promise her free ice-cream for life in return. Erica is a colourful character, and she surely spices things up.

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Eleven Days: Day four

Where I do an episode-by-episode review of Stranger Things Season 3.

Episode 3, The Case of the Missing Lifeguard: For me, season 3 begins in this episode. Things happened. 

It was great seeing Max and Eleven playing detectives in this episode. Finally, they’re talking about something apart from boys and them working together was a better portrayal of character relationship development than giggly outings at the mall. I enjoyed their whole investigation into Heather’s disappearance.

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