milk and honey book review

I need someone

Who knows struggle

As well as I do

Someone

Wiling to hold my feet in their lap

On days it is too difficult to stand

The type of person who gives

exactly what I need

before I even know I need it

the type of lover who hears me

even when I do not speak

is the type of understanding

I demand

-the type of lover I need

rupi kaur dragged my soul and then let it break into a shower of stars, shuddering sighs and then didn’t leave me. It became a part of my mind, and placed itself in pockets of my heart.

I haven’t been reading as much poetry as I have wished. I have read the likes of Edgar Allen Poe and Rumi. Rupi’s words resonated with my soul. Everything, simply and yet so colloquially, it was as if I was speaking to a long-lost sister, or a best friend. The raw emotions and understanding, the book exudes and puts into words, is what makes this brilliant.

I felt like my own words were threaded between the lines. It brought back into me the reasons why I am a poet. Not of choice. But of need.

I want to thank her. It’s strange that we are so quick to think others will judge us. Without even trying to connect, we dismiss ourselves and think: “oh, they don’t want to be my friend, or affiliated with me in any way.” We need to stop thinking that way.

The whole book is a beating heart, with a pulse that has reverberated off the world. I know now, how beautiful and how deserving this book is of its messages being spread.

I want you to listen, no I need you to listen and understand. Do not simply read this book. Poets do not write to you. They are expressing to you. They are handing over parts of themselves to you. Imprints, or memories, what ever you may call them. So, with your heart and your senses, absorb and see for yourself the magnitude of milk and honey.