Tag: lyrical

NEW BOOK RELEASE!

On By Mahvash K. M.In bookworm, childrensbooks, kidlit, Kidsbooks, poetry, verse, womenwriters, writing2 Comments

“QUIRKY CREATURES, AN EGG, A FRUIT AND A STAR“

Putting my children’s-book-writer hat on for a bit to introduce my third book in the Curious Animals & Quirky Creatures series: QUIRKY CREATURES, AN EGG, A FRUIT AND A STAR.
From the little bee with the huge head, to the mischievous dragonfly trying to steal ladybird’s spots, to the extra bright little firefly, there are ten little stories in this collectible about delightful and funny creatures.
Every poem tells of a little act of courage, humour and kindness as each of the little creatures saves the day in its own little way.

IN SRI LANKA: The book is available at Sarasavi, Pendi, Expographics, Seyln, Barefoot and The Jam Fruit Tree bookstores.

IN PAKISTAN: It should be on the shelves in Liberty Books and Readings at the end of July 2023. It will also be available with my aunt Mrs. Nayyar Liaqat.

IN DUBAI: July onwards, you can get your copy from my sister Zarmina by sending her a WhatsApp message.

A big thank you to my illustrator, Chrish Vindhy for the beautiful artwork of the book.

It’s been a fabulous journey with my children’s literature over the last 2 years with over 700 books sold. So thank you to all who have bought, read and gifted them 💕
Here’s to #raisingreaders

VERSE | THE QUIRKS OF WAXING LYRICAL

On By Mahvash K. M.In Foot in the Mouth, poetry, satire, verse, writing4 Comments 
I thought I’d write a poem today 
For a change, a cheerful one 
It seems like my prolific poetry 
Is making me the Queen of Glum

It’s not that I don’t see the beauty  
The hope and joy that abound 
In big and small spaces 
In young and old faces 
Oh i see it all around!

But I also see life’s glimmer 
Fade away, get slowly dimmer 
In close and distant places 
In fresh and weathered faces 
And my own feelings grow grimmer 

The angst nudges the bard in me 
Unlike any rush of triumph or glee
The words spill out agonised, enraged
In wounded quatrains upon the page 
(And I have to say!)
I feel lighter for the venting spree 

So I thought I’d write a poem to tell 
Whether in fact I am capable 
Of verse that won’t assault your tear ducts 
Or indeed get your adrenaline up 
(What can I say!)
These are the quirks of waxing lyrical