About the end of “Nostalgia”

I’ve been thinking a lot/ dangerous!/ since I posted part 3 of “Nostalgia” and in my attempts to write down the end, I’ve decided that some things are better left alone, in the past, where they belong. To tell you the truth, my major discovery writing “Nostalgia” was that writing non-fiction is really hard and emotionally consuming, beyond repair. I thought since I don’t have to use my imagination to come up with the actions and the words, because they already exist, it would be easy. All I needed was a creative presentation. Wrong! It takes more than creativity …

To those who wanted a happy end of the story, unfortunately, I can’t offer you one. But know, if there was a happy end in this particular story, I wouldn’t be in Greece right now, I wouldn’t have discovered the charm in learning languages. I probably wouldn’t speak English or write poetry and I wouldn’t know any of you that I’ve met through my poetry blog, so this is the only good outcome I can offer you right now.

Someone asked me years ago, how do I still have faith in love and romance, when the right question should’ve been- How many times love can take the life out of your heart before it stops beating? The answers is – as long as you have faith, your heart will always survive …

Few months ago I started a fictional story, which has the capacity to grow into a novel/ this is to answer Victoria’s question about turning one of my stories into a novel/. The winter blues and the cold had a bad effect on my inspiration and I stopped the research for the story. Since I’ve discovered that I’m a much better writer/ if I can call myself a writer at all!/ when it comes to fiction, I will continue with what I’ve started last summer. And who knows, one day there might be a book with my name on it?!?

The events in the story take part in India, so, to all readers and visitors, Indian or not, if there is anything that you would like to share about the country, interesting facts, places or traditions worth exploring, maybe books that could help me learn more about it, anything connected to India, please, feel free to share with me. There will be a page on the top right side of my blog called “Sparkles of India”, it will be a place open for suggestions, discussions, facts about India.

And to end this post, I would like to say “Thank you” to everyone that have been and will continue to be part of my blog. I sometimes don’t get the chance to return visits or find good enough words to express my gratitude or appreciation of your talents, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t notice every act of kindness and every word you create …

Love & Peace …


“Hold my hand forever” by Sonam Mandal


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


When light meets darkness

In the blogging world we meet new people every day. Some come by to leave a beautiful thought and don’t repeat the visit, others stay and share part of our hearts. Each of them we appreciate and relate to an experience. Recently I found a poetry blog called  “Inside the Mind of A Lunatic”, the name of the author – DeadPoet/ Sonam Mandal/. My first thought – “What’s with all the darkness here?”. Despite the darkness in the words I really liked every sentence, every breath engraved in the posts. The quote “When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” – Charles A. Beard it’s the perfect description about  “Inside the Mind of A Lunatic”.  Comparing Sonam’s poetry to my writing/ mostly with a hint of a romance/, I wondered what will happen if light meets darkness, if romance collides with shadows? Will they manage to survive in one common land? It was most exciting to work together with her. Thank you Sonam!

Light and darkness

Let her relish the charm of angels,
As the Devil tries to snare her in his trap.
Make her surrender to the colors of rainbows,
While twilight seeps in through the cracks.

Water shining in the violet of astral eyes,
Shadows dancing behind the sparkle of her smile.
Souls growing kindness, hands swaying softness,
There lies the sound of emptiness in her laugh.

The bells of purple dawn shifting towards one new day,
Will she bow down to the darkness of the night?
Will she side with lights and knights?
Alas, we shall never know the secrets of a lonely heart.


"Garden of Eden" by Sonam Mandal


© 2010  Broken Sparkles