We connected strongly over our love of travel; captured in films and preserved in memory; rose gardens, green meadows, fluorescent seas - the many aromas of a lively summer floating with the breeze.
Author: Leah Chrestien
I'm a data scientist currently working for IDC and living in Prague. In my free time, I enjoy travelling, photography, hiking, theatre and literature.
A body I borrowed
A phantom in cold flesh and blood - this frail body, a stranger to my soul; thousand feet under a bottomless void, there is no remedy to make me whole.
Harun, Are We Still Friends?
They say that the old psychiatric ward for special children, located around 40 mins by train from Kolkata, is haunted. Slashed barbed wire, overgrown moss, a stale damp odor kept all visitors - the curious and the skeptical, away from its vicinity. The families who had their children in the ward were shunned from society… Continue reading Harun, Are We Still Friends?
Trapped In A Tower | Gothic Poetry
Her sandstone walls were high and mighty. What dark spell could render a place so cold? Who brought upon the curse of eternal winter robbing the spindly trees of green, then gold?
Dreams Once Bright | Poetry
How evocative was each dream of old where memory and vision would raise painted tribute to each fantastical lore as I had imagined in the olden days.
The Perfect Leaf | Poetry
I keep an eye out for the perfect leaf among the gilded ground; nature’s raiment, worn to perfection, radiates beauty all around.
Saxony’s Secret: The Devil’s Bridge and medieval towns
I am of the strong opinion that whosoever claims the Rakotzbrücke, also known as the devils' bridge, to be an overhyped tourist attracted is either lying or was simply unlucky with the weather. In the worst possible scenario, they were met with some construction work, in which case, I can sympathize and understand their frustration.… Continue reading Saxony’s Secret: The Devil’s Bridge and medieval towns
A Not So Fond Farewell
The dark undertone of this poem is in accordance with one of the most significant events in my life. Since the beginning of this year, I haven't been the same. Please bear with me as I process this inexplicable sadness and flush out my grieving thoughts through writing. Blessings. ********************* A Not So Fond Farewell… Continue reading A Not So Fond Farewell
The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
This poem is a fun experiment on one of my favorite Gothic short stories. The "Fall of the House of Usher" is a fascinating read and tells a macabre tale of Roderick and Madeline Usher, set against the backdrop of a dilapidated mansion, generational curses and an ill-fitting atmosphere. This poem has been written from… Continue reading The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
Let There be Light
I have always been fascinated by fireflies. One of my dreams is to visit a woodland area that glows in the dark because of a series of complex chemical activity in the light organs of fireflies. The google images and photographs of this phenomena have left me intrigued and I cannot help but marvel at… Continue reading Let There be Light
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