The 7 wonders of the human race.

People talk about the 7 wonders of the world. The ancient world. The modern would what they are and how beautiful.
But they over look the one true wonder of the world. The human mind.
Why? You may ask.
These things may be wonderful but yet the human mind, now that is a true wonder.
It is beautiful and powerful. It can create the most incredible breath taking things.
Art and music.

The world is built upon the ideas and the imagination of these amazing, precious things.
Creating the wonders of the human physical world that you see before you.

It is with in each of these ideas that the creation of  the most powerful and beautiful thing comes to be.
With each idea, and dream the birth of each individual person comes in to being… Their sole.

But with the beauty and creation comes the destruction, darkness and pain.
It feasts on the good  the hope.
Destroying the mind and sole. Leaving nothing but emptiness.
Creating a would of pointlessness and fear.

(extract from Diary of depression)

© 2013 sarah patel

A life long past.

Each night I fall asleep, and dream of a life long past.
Past memories reply, running around and round my mind..
I remember them so clearly, each movement and every word.
It is as if I am watching plays, performing them upon a stage, 
Replying my memories again and again ,a love story through out time.
And with each movement and every word, with in each replayed scene.
Events unfold with in the play. That I’ve never seen before.
Things that might have been if I had stayed, and not left and gone away.

It is as though it as a play, carved upon a stones with in my mind. And memories
Of time so good and full of smiles,

Then something happens.
And something  appears, right before my eyes.
Shattering the stone and reminding me it is all just a dream.
A dream of a life long past.

On waking I am cold
Thinking of what might have been.
If I’d just been stronger
Instead of walking out of that place, full of rage and hate.
Maybe life would be better, full of smiles and good times.
But these are now just memories. Dreams in the night.
Of a life long past.

© 2013 sarah patel

Raise your hand if you are a fan of Tom Hiddleston. 

I have to admit that I am amongst his army for fans. With good looks and the grate British charm no wonder girls and guys alike have fallen head over heals.

I have to be honest I had not really heard about him until I saw Avengers, after that I was a little hooked. 



“Kneel before me.

 I said, KNEEL!”

        After seeing him in Shakespeare’s Henry IV and Henry V, he has defiantly made it in to my favourite actors list, along with Patrick Stewart, Hugh Laurie, Antony Hopkins, Jack Nicholson.

So for the past year I have followed him on twitter, and facebook. With his #songoftheday, quotes and his support of unicef…

My main thought is that every interview has been about Loki. I have no problem with this. I’m the girl cheering for the villain, I love the dark side of characters. I can blame Jack Nicholson for that, with his portrayal of the joker in Batman (1989). I love a good villain and I have to say that Tom Hiddleston plays evil immaculately.

The only thing is that it seams to be that he is becoming typecast to Loki and Loki alone. 

Unrelated and Archipelago are two beautiful films by Joanna Hogg’s and beautiful performances by the entire cast.

The more I watch them the more I find myself drawn in but at the same time there is a glass wall of alienation stopping you from getting to attached. This style I wish I could see Hiddleston in more. Its film at its best. (apart from Jim Henson’s, Dark crystal. But that’s going down a different road and another story.) 

You find a lot of actors work to the principle of “four films for the money and one for the art” It would be nice to think that this is his principle. 

On December 6th, the doors open on the production of Coriolanus, at the Donmar Warehouse, London. With Tom Hiddleston playing the title roll.

Theater in my mind is a true test of an actors talent. To perform live, to draw your audience in to play is more powerful, personal then any film. This is one play that I want to see. - even though I will probably sit there and judge the lighting, set and sound mix.. In away it to reinforce my belief in the talent of a favorite actor, as well as it is a grate play. My only fear is that it well be filled with fans there to see Hiddleston rather then the play its self.



I once worked on a one night show with Norman Wisdom. After the show this lovely man sat at stage door and signed every program of the audience that had waited in line to see him. The theater was a full house of 16000 and we recon that over 90% of then waited patently in line to see the gentleman. That is dedication to your fans. 

The same goes for Stan Lee and Ringo Star.

It is known that Hiddleston will respond to autograph fan mail requests. 

This is dedication and respect to those that have made you a successes.

It is all well and good me saying all good thing about him but I have never meet him. So I will still have to hold judgment. 

I will never judge a book by its cover. I’ve worked with many actors, comedians and musicians so of whom are lovely and others, from the moment you meet them they are complete barstards with the way they treat you, and you spend your time deciding where you will bury their body…

“Love your life. Because your life 

is what you have to give.”

-Tom Hiddleston.

By Sarah Patel 

Deep Blue Sea

I stand here on the shore, 
looking out at the sea so blue.
Trying to remember your face.
It seams so long a go, you left me standing alone
When you went away that day.
You left me with friends and family.
But it just does not seam the same.

I love you know as I loved you then,
Even though I should move on.

I think of what our life might be 
If I’d made you stay in bed.
Told the children to lie 
about monsters under the bed.

I gather my strength from the memories
and love you gave to me.
With each wave that crashes upon the shore.
I see you in her arms.
In every crowed I see you there
Even though I no that it is not true.
I keep seeing you there

I love you know as I loved you then,
Even though I should move on.

I think of what our life might be,
If I’d made you late that day,
Fetched you breakfasts in bed,
And even hidden your keys.

Would you be here with me,
Instead of laying upon her bed

Your farther he once told me,
That you were married to the sea.
And now you lay with in her arm 
at the bottom of the deep blue sea.

I stand here on the shore, 
looking out at the deep blue sea.
Remembering your face.
And the life that we once sheered
And all the memories you gave to me

I love you know as I loved you then,
And I promise I will move.
I’ll hold on to the memories 
and the love you gave to me

Until that day I see your face. 
And you hold me in your arms
Because our love is stronger then any ocean,
And deeper then any sea.

I love you knowl as I loved you then, 
Deeper then the deep blue sea.


© sarah patel