In a world full of cocktails,why not be someone’s red wine? Lipstick surely is fun when I wear it several times in a row,it leaves me with chapped lips which like me,I am sure all of you dislike.But the amazing lip crayons act as a natural moisturizer that helps in healing dry chapped lips and keeps them nourished.


Company: Lotus Herbals

Name: Ecostay Creme lip Crayon 

Shade: LC-1 Crimson Craze 

Quantity: 2.8 gm 

Price: RS 850 ( price may vary, it is easily available on Nykaa) 

Taking about the packaging it’s simple and quiet travel friendly. It comes with a plastic cap. No sharpner is provided, therefore you have to get one for yourself.

The shade I got is crimson craze which is a versatile shade that is suitable for both fair and dark tone skinned individual. 

It is almost similar to MAC Relentlessly Red. It’s highly pigmented and smudge proof. It contains Shea butter which nourishes the lips too. It stays for 7-8 hours and is totally a matte one. 

Tip: Better apply with a brush though as it’s really creamy in texture. It’s not gonna compliment your lips if appied excessively. 

Ps- This is my first post on my blog on make up review. Hope you like it. It’s feels like ages since I last wrote on my blog! Keep blogging.. with love!



As love relinquishes, a blossom in you dies

As a blossom dies, the love in you perishes..

When the dwindle,condense blossom decase, a thorn exemplars..

Neither restores the lost love

Nor unlatches those feelings.

But keeps on briering you,until you die or it dies in you,and as it dies in you, you too die.

So before the blossom is born,be sure it nurtures for a wise soul.

And before the blossom unlatches,try to relish it! 

Because once the blossom dies, rises the spine and then you don’t fall “in love” all you just “learn to love” 

Tears that you could never perceive,as they doff inside my zest… with a smile which you only enshrine

Words that you could never evade,as they were inced with the loudest cry which they never discern

Paroxysmal yet consummate,Lesion were profound..As I unlatched a new folio to ameliorate myself,the opus was again disrupted


Like a candel,I was

Wind passed,I was benumbed..

You were the one who enlighted my room(heart) ,with your Sparks and magnificent colours ..
Like a widow,I was 

Women taunted,I shed my pear drops

You were the one,who helped me to merge(like a free soul) ,with your openmindness and positive approach 

Like a orphan,I was 

No one to look after,I was ignored(neglected) 

You were a charisma,which made me the center of attraction… 

Ps- this post is dedicated to my brother Subhranshu da.. I don’t need a particular day to thank you like (birthday or brother’s day) you are special to me ..Some one very near .. 😊

Broken hearts 

You are that opus whose folio remained uneaten, unrestored..Those folio crave for touch as they are still undyed…When I took the paint brush,the redolence of those pages soothe me too pour all more drops of colours to his ‘grey‘ world…

“Isn’t it a short span of time?”

Yes…it is…

But he came in my life like a new ray of chasm.. Teaching me the reasons of all colours and their significance.. Giving me reasons to fall for every season.. Those funny convos, stupid smile,deep pain and his ‘smile’ ….were enough for me to fall for him…

In this evanescent world of pretendingness ,he was facing difficulty to know himself..The timbre of his own voice seemed void to him..He feared to trust,his past dominated his present mind..He was trapped in the four walls of his past life..He feared once again to be ‘left’ over so decided to live alone…

While I was living my present days as my last days… Enjoying to the fullest … Living every moment..I had a dark past even,but all I wanted to forget it ..Move on in life with someone else..

 I was a valiant storm,with too much vexation..

While he was like a gentle mist,which provided a relief to the bad weather in my mind

We both were two extremes (totally different from one another) 

“Broken hearts” being the constant to mend was left.

Looming over the fronds of my dole

I received the most exquisite premium of my life..

 But his unforeseen disembarkation was when, the periphery of my heart got burnt….The fire to my love has blown off…The match to my finger got burnt…The book to my love got finished…


 Neither did i cry 

 Neither did i smile

 Neither was i angry

 Neither was i mad .. 
 All i was ..was love 

 But you didn’t know that.. did you ? 

 Perhaps you did .. 

 Perhaps you tried ..

Perhaps we weren’t meant to be ..

Perhaps we will never be .. 



I’m standing here emotionless..

I’m just roaming the earth in search of all your hopelessness..

Perhaps its  loathsomeness that speaks .. 

Perhaps it’s my hearts boastfulness .. 

Perhaps .. Perhaps .


Perhaps I’ll cry once i don’t have you ..

Perhaps I’ll lie once i don’t have you ..

Perhaps I’ll die once i don’t have you ..

Perhaps it’s my last goodbye once i don’t have you .. :’)

Ps: entire credit goes to Suvadeep Mondal for the amazing plot..Thank you! 🙂

No way to recover..

He said,”It’s okay,if you don’t  love me,but please don’t break the friendship”

I was shocked,I was numbed(by his sudden epiphany)..But  symposiumed a etheral reaction to it(thinking of our bond) 

He smiled,but the pain was brimming in his eyes..

Did he hurt himself?

Did he cry?

Was not known to me..But I could perceive those pear drops gushing down from his eyes 

Having no idea how to recant to his yearning love ….i evocated that “look boy,we are good friends..And Nothing else” 

Hurting him was not my intention

But maybe that day I distorted his room(heart) 

 Being trapped in the four walls of life

I felt helpless,

‘Staying with him’ was perceived as a recovery of an imaginary love (by him) 

‘Going away’ was like loosing your childhood best friend (for her) 

Thinking of our friendship

Whenever I stretched out my hand

He used to perceive it as “talisman” recovering his love 

I failed to make him realize that 

“My cairing,those moments,those secrets,those jokes, confession and our bond was held on a pure thing ‘our childhood friendship'”(which I wanted to keep forever) 

He used to smile,but pain never dried his eyes..

 We both remained single 

Yet committed,

One valued friendship 

Another was in hope of an imaginary love (which he never perceived back) 

Ps- this post for someone very close to me..It’s easy to say” she ‘friendzoned’ me..” But not always after your confession she avoids you..Your change in behavior makes the situation akward. Friendship has no bindings..You confessed your feelings thats fine..If she does not reciprocates .. that should’nt affect your friendship ..