Pretend Princess: A Poem

A forest girl she was
Sprinkling dust from her hand
Marigold flowers slowly sang
She is the princess of this land

The blue flowers bloomed atlast
Her hairs twinkled as if in a task
She had eyes loveliest of all
She became the princess of their land

She smiled better than all the stars
The sun itself loved her little flaws
She sang songs unknown to her land
Her voice was something better than hands

She was someone who loved the wind
Her little hands swayed with its every hint
She once said it was all so thin, the way we talked and the way she will think

She smiled and said joy will last
Her land liked her for her little laws
She cried at nights thinking about fatal lows
At morning pretending to be like they know

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Regret: A Poem

I think they now know
All the things I kept unknown
I wish they hadn’t heard
All the things once unheard

I heard the way she talked
Like she knew what I thought
I saw the way she walked
As if she is planning to make me talk

I wanted to apologise
But I thought I was far too wise
I knew I would pay the price
For doing what I had done now, thrice

After I left them fast
I can feel the way the girl will laugh
I knew they had found out last
About the things that would tear me apart

I wish they wouldn’t tell her now
About all the things she will one day know
I wish my feelings won’t show
When I cried inside for the things I know

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Castle in the moon: A Poem

Castle in the moon 
I danced in your tune 
I walked, counted to two
Then came the lovely blue 
A castle in the moon 
I now saw the moors 
Down in the hillside dunes 
Making a lovely hue 
My castle in the moon 
I wandered with a balloon 
Thinking about things in spoon
I now know how to improve 
My only castle in the moon 
Looking good in june 
I knew about your tunes 
The way you played with runes 
My castle in my moon 
I know you miss me too 
I wandered down to you 
But you just asked me who

– Jan @jahnavigouri

My thoughts and my home

Sometimes I just stare into the sky and wonder, how small a being I am in this universe. This universe is a huge place and watching nature and its little wonders has always fascinated me. I always liked to count the colors in the rainbow, even when I know the answer will always be seven. I like to watch the river that reaches my neighborhood through the mountains.

The mountains are the best of nature’s creation. I always like to imagine the day when I will travel to the very top of it. Will the village appear small below me? Will I love that? I had already imagined how wonderful it would be to stand on the very top of it like the shepherds.The shepherds with there huge flock of sheep are always expected visitors in my village.

My favorite thing in the village is the night bonfires we have on festival nights. The festival nights are when I get to hear all those stories from faraway places. Sometimes the stories are told by one of the shepherds; but sometimes it is one of the elders who steals the show. I felt a tug in my heart as I started to descend through the sloppy path. I realized with a shiver that I am leaving this village where I had made many of my childhood memories. Memories that would be unreachable after a time.I knew I would come back here one day and that my villagers believed in me to make a living in one of the foreign lands. The foreign lands are better and more exciting, they say, but my village will forever be my home and my pride. I took a last look at the villagers as I continued walking down the path which will lead me away from my village and to the unknown lands that lay below.

– Jan @jahnavigouri

The princess: A poem

The princess with a crown
Laces decorate her gown
She sat on her brilliant throne
Smiling ignoring the frowns

She looked upon them all
Talking about things tall
They praised her in every call
While the cat played with the ball

They talked about her flaws
But they liked all her laws
They kept her as a dawn
And now liked her for her flaws

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Wish: A Poem

The stars at sky I watch
Lifting my fingers as if to catch
Water of hope now in hand
I wish to have some sort of wand

Melodies in mind fly low
Memories in heart now flow
Breaking the glass like a floor
I rushed to find nothing but door

Wishes flowing now in my head
Prizes I want always to be lend
Shying of tears, like in dread
I walked by the door wishing in my head

– Jan @jahnavigouri

Life as a desert

We are all wanderers searching for water in a large desert. Some of us die before tasting the sweetness of the water from the river, but the others, who are determined to get to the river atlast, somehow get to it. They would have to walk through days with the hot desert sun looming over them; they would have to stay alive even when the nights threatened to freeze them to death.

While searching for our own piece of river, we make friends with fellow wanderers who happen to cross paths with us and are searching for their own piece of river. They will accompany us, some even motivate us, and in there own ways help us. We will also encounter manipulating thieves in our journey who are waiting for us to just point out our piece of river so they can get there and steal the water before we reach it. They will never succeed in the long run.

Some of the wanderers in the desert become those who when they are one step away from the river and decide to give up. They die without ever tasting the sweetness of water. They are the fortunate ones with unfortunate endings. I hope you keep walking in the desert even when the odds are against you and keep searching for your piece of river.


Jan Velvet

Power of Books

I have read many books; even the fairy tales I have read as a child had many lessons to give. Some lessons I learned were valuable, but sometimes they turned out to be useless. Reading has always been an escape from reality for me. When I read I somehow always forget about the chaos of life and find myself going on adventures in unknown lands. Some of these unknown lands will always have a special place in my heart; but some I will, forget with time. Through reading I have met many characters created by wonderful authors. Some of these characters were like me, but some were different. I have met pirates, mermaids, and sometimes even spiders. I believe books have shaped me to be the person I am now. I believe in the power of books.

– Jan Velvet

The Bookaholics Anonymous Book Tag

Hello all! Welcome back to another book tag. I am Jan and today I will be doing the bookaholics anonymous book tag which I found on A Rambling Reviewer. I am sure I will have fun doing this tag as I am a Bookaholic.

What do you like about buying books?

The happiness of getting more books to read is something that excites me and I think it is the thing I like about buying new books.

How often do you buy books?

I will say I buy books once in two months but I can’t be too sure about that.

Bookstore or online book shopping – which do you prefer?

I prefer bookstore book shopping but I am doing more online book shopping these days.

Do you have a favourite bookshop?

No, I love a lot of bookshops in my locality but I don’t think I have a favourite bookshop.

Do you pre-order books?

I sometimes pre-order books if it is necessary.

Do you have a monthly book buying limit?

No, I will say no because I have no buying limit when it come to buying books.

How big is your wishlist?

I have more than 200 books on my wishlist. My book wishlist is huge and ever growing.

So that is it, we have come to the very end of this post. I am tagging everyone who would like to do this tag to to do it. See you all in my next post!!

What attracts you to a book? The cover? Blurb? Recommendation from others? Tell me in the comments below!