Cursed Eclipse

You and I are forever cursed
Like the moon and sun in the sky
We shall never trully meet
I would forever bask in your heat
Looking at you over my shoulders
Drinking you in
Illuminating my darkness with your reflecting light
And should I ever find you
Only misery would follow
For I shall darken your bright world
Even for a few minutes
And yet!
Just when I think I’m close enough to grasp you
The tide shall pull us apart.

~Farzanna Pasha

Please make sure you order my book “Never Forget You” on Amazon published July 4th, 2017

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My beloved 

I see the way you look at her when you’re with me.
And it hurts,
It hurts to know that you and me
We were just never meant to be

And I look at you
With the same look that you gave her
Like the world begins and ends at her feet,
And I wonder why?
Why are you still here with me?

And I feel the way your heart pounds whenever she enters the room
And I see the way your eyes would unconsciously search for hers
Through the throng of people,
Eventhough I’m standing right here beside you

But I’m sorry my love
For as much as I wish she was me
I will never be
And for that reason only
I’ll be setting you free

~Farzanna Pasha

Please make sure you order my book “Never Forget You” on Amazon published July 4th, 2017

Never Forget You

In exactly one week from now my debut book will be releasing and I decided to put a sneak peak below. Please make sure you pre-order my book “Never Forget You” on Amazon coming out on 4th July!

A hand trailing up and down my back woke me up. Burying my face into the warmth of my pillow, I let out a moan of refusal to open my eyes.

“It’s getting late Kate and we have brunch at my parent’s house in an hour,” Nathan’s raspy voice said as he placed small kisses along my naked shoulders. “If you don’t get up in the next five minutes we are going to be late for an entirely different reason than waking up late and it will be all your fault,” he said as he pulled me into his already hardened length. 

My eyes flew open as his arms snaked under my hips. I rolled over and pushed his hands away. We were late for the last few brunches at his parents’ house and I could not remove the blush that crept up on my face when we rang the door bell late each time.“Not going to happen again, Nathan,” I said. He looked at me with a smirk across his face and I didn’t like that look. That look always got us late. 

“No,no,no,no. Not today, Nathan,” I protested as I got up and headed to the bathroom. Talking to him over my shoulder I yelled, “We are not going to be late today, so take five minutes to cool yourself down.” I headed straight into the shower and began washing my hair. Just as I stepped under the cascading hot water to wash off the shampoo, I heard the bathroom door open and the shower curtain pulled. Turning around, I saw Nathan stepping into the shower with me. 

“I took five minutes like you said then decided to save time by showering together,” he smirked again. Shaking my head, I gave up. He closed the distance between us and placed his hands under my legs, hiking it around his waist. He pushed us under the water and braced me against the wall. Running my hands through his hair, I pulled his head towards mine for a kiss. A kiss that lasted till the hot water turned cold. 

My Debut Book

In a blog or two ago I made my big announcement of releasing my debut book “Never Forget You” on Amazon coming out on 4th July. If you didn’t read that post I’ll leave the link for that here

Now, this blog is basically my drama and what’s happening since the announcement of this book. 

Let me first start off by saying I was suprised about how much support I received when I made the announcement. I am very happy to see how much people believed in me and congratulated me. For that I want to say Thank You!

But then there is my parents. Not that they didnt support me in my debut book, I just feel like they are over supporting me; if thats even a thing. And let’s just be clear here, I appreciate that they believe in my work and are making a big deal out of it.

Okay, so when I was still in the process of doing the final editing, both of my parents were informed of the writing of the book and they were okay with it. Just that, there were okay with it.  Now it’s been months and the book is due to be released in under a month and they are going bonanza!

My dad is pushing to tell Steve Harvey! Steve Harvey!!!

And I’m like, slow down dad I don’t even know if the book makes that much sense to even tell Steve Harvey. *Someone grab the remote and turn the tv off, quick!*

And my mom is telling people back home in Guyana to make sure they go on Amazon and buy the book. And it’s people who I’m pretty sure don’t really read that much to begin with. 

And I’m here second guessing myself if the book even make that much sense for all the fuss that they are making it out to be.

Someone please tell me I’m not the only one with parents like this!

Never Forget You – My Debut book

Never Forget You

Never Forget You by Farzanna Pasha

This is one of my most dreamt of accomplishment to ever come true. From a very tender age, I would sit by my mother’s typewriter and make up stories that didn’t make sense at that time and I swore, when I get older I would write my own book. And here it is!

Words cannot describe how excited I am to introduce my first book ever to be written and published. Exactly one month from today it will be release and I am bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm.

I will be giving away arc in about a week from now and that has me anxious. I’m not sure I’m ready to obe criticized by my work since I how how much effort I put into it but isn’t that how authors learn? 

The book is also available on Amazon for pre-ording for $2.99 if you are interested!

Below is the blurb ! Please let me know in the comment based off on it’s description if you think I’ll be a good read.

Jane

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to wake up without any memory of who you are or even what you look like? Well I did, and it was not pretty. What’s even worse, I woke up in a hospital in Italy with no one around who knew me. Luckily for me, I had help from a kind stranger named Sam Maddox. He gave me purpose and was the guiding light in my dark days.

Tragedy struck and I was left alone once again. Haunted by a man in my dreams who made my heart ache for him and palpitated in my chest, I headed to the Golden State of California for answers. In the very first week, without any effort, I found my answers and who I truly was.

Nathan

Have you ever loved someone with a love that would prevail anything; and you thought to yourself that nothing can tear you apart and then one day something does? Well I did, you see my wife Katherine, she was my world. We were happy and we were crazy for each other. She called me from work and told me she had good news and that I should wait for her at home. I waited and waited but she never did make it home. No one knew what truly happened, Katherine had just vanished.

Imagine my surprise, three years later, when I saw her across my sister’s dinner table calling herself Jane. What was more heartbreaking was that she didn’t even know who I was.

I have to make my wife fall in love with me again and to make my job harder, someone is after her. Someone is stalking her and threatening her life and all that we know is, it has something to do with why she disappeared and how she lost her memories.

Will finding out the truth pull us together or tear us apart?

Quote 2

“Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world.

Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better.

They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls.

Even as we curse monsters, we admire them.

Seek to become them, in some ways.

There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.”

~ Jim Butcher

Quote

“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live . . . the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope”

~ The Count of Monte Christo

Unwanted Face

I wrote this poem a couple months back although it’s incomplete I wanted to share it.

Faces
There’s a faceless face in the mirror staring at me.
I thought of it as pretty
Perfectly clear, not a part of it blemished.
No wrinkles. No scars. Not even a pimple.
A faultless master piece that god created.

I wear this face one day so they all could see,
I wanted to gloat in it’s beauty so that finally someone could see me.
The real me!

It first started with the whispers,
Then like a dark shadow it began clinging behind me everywhere I go.
Every word, every taunt, every mockery!
The dissdain looks and scorn causes me misery.

There’s a face this time in the mirror staring at me,
They say it’s pretty.
Perfeclty countoured, not a part of it hideous.
No wrinkles. No scars. Not even a pimple.
A faultless materpiece that humans created.

I wear this face one day so they all can see.
I wanted to cry with the praises I recieved with this fake beauty.
Such a pity!

~Farzanna Pasha 

Me vs. Life

Many times I would sit and wonder if life truly hates me. I have this theory that life has some sort of supernatural power to sink me so deep into the ground where there is no light for me to find my way out and no air to keep from dying of suffocation.
Now don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate life and I don’t have it in my mind to commit suicide. I love living! I love being able to wake in the morning to another new day of adventure and being able to do all you can do because life is what you make of it. You have to be willing to put 100% effort into making it however you imagine your life to be and damn all those pulling you down.
Though sometimes you have to grab onto life with both hands and wrestle with it; strangle it with all the strength you can muster and risk going down a sore loser because some endings can result with something so beautiful that you can be blinded by it. That the mere thought of it would make you shed tears of joy or gaze at it in wonder of such adoration.
Recently however, my life is playing a game of whack-a-mole, with me being the mole. Every time I find myself coming up from that atramentous ground for a breath, I would get whacked back into it with that damn mallet and each time it would take longer for me to find my way back up again. Therefore, expanding time of being suffocated.  
But every time I get whacked, it would make me stronger. It builds my resistance and harden me to the harshness of life and it would make me want to prove that I can surpass and overcome this. No matter how many scars I may obtain or how bent out of shape I may be, I will arise standing tall and a better person than I started out to be.
So life, bring it on! I’m here with my boxing gloves on waiting for you to take the first swing, waiting to show you that no matter how hard you whack at me I will come out that hole every time like a freshly water seed breaking through its coat to turn into a beautiful daylily.