Bad Poetry and This Loving
(By Sakshi Narula)
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In the poem Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young Sakshi writes the truest sentences about being a lover-
"They say if you love and lament long enough, the street will meet your poetry and you will be wise like Bukowski. If you write a story good enough, loneliness will meet you, be a houseguest that never leaves and you will never be able to catch up like Salinger. But if you want to be a goddess, eternal, beautifully heartbroken and enough for the men of this world, you will have to die young like Marilyn".
Bad Poetry and This Loving is a love letter. A magical and intimate collection of poetry and poetic prose, this book takes you to the depths of the heart of the woman and poet that Sakshi is. The book is the perfect meeting place of the old and new. With personal photographs, public art and archival photos, Sakshi makes you see love and life through her eyes. The poetry in this book is modern, warm, tender and filled with light, hope and joy. It takes the reader on a beautiful journey of loving, breaking, healing and becoming.
"Love, I can give you my arms, you can call them home. I can give you my wars and my skin because you bring me joy and a song. I can give you fistfuls of light, my hands full of poetry and prayer. I can offer you warm bread pulled and proven in my kitchen because you looked into my eyes like I was a dying wish, like if there were more years, there would have been gardens and if there was reason, there would've been more years".- From the poem Beethoven's Moonlight.
"Healing looks beautiful on people. Everything was different about me when I healed- my face, my eyes, the way I saw things and most importantly the way I treated myself and allowed myself to be treated by others. I was so full of love and light. With this book, I hope I can share that part of me with you and you can take some of that light from my hands"- Sakshi Narula”
