Dreams

I have dreams, not one but many
Possibilities, probabilities are stuffed in this mind
Temporary, sheer joy and ecstasy
Are the gifts of dreams of my kind
A path to escape reality's cruelty
A harsh, cold slap in the face
The healing of stabs and open wounds
Are what these dreams of mine do
And as my books lay open in front of me,
I stare at nothing, not a thought given to lessons
Absentmindedly, a smile creeps on my lips
As I emptily flip through pages
Many people do frown on me
For believing in my dreams openly
Is it a sin to dream and hope anymore?
To kill rays of happiness and crush them to dust?
Despite what people talk and say
Despite what people do to me
They won't succeed in murdering my dreams
For my dreams are strong and with me, they'll stay.

A Review on Tape by Steven Camden

A week and a half back, I'd visited Dubai for certain reasons. I know you're thinking 'What? Before your boards?!' No trust me, I did study there. So my mum and I were in the airport, loafing around in the duty free section before we had to board our flight to Bangalore. Those of you who know me well enough must've guessed that I hit the book store first.

So there I was, browsing through books in a tiny bookshop. I was a bit disappointed when nothing really came to my interest. But a blue and yellow book on the 'New Arrivals' shelf caught my eye. Instantly, I walked towards it, as if hypnotized. The title of the book was Tape. No, not the sticky tape, silly. The old recording ones.

There was a short and crisp summary inside the book which was enough for me to decide that I had to get this book no matter what. I walked over to the opposite store where my mum was buying chocolates and candies for my kid cousin. I pleaded till she gave me the money reluctantly to go buy the bloody book.

Content, I buried my nose in it right after I brought the book. I couldn't read through the flight cause I needed to sleep if I didn't want to suffer minor jet lag. But I did finish it in a matter of hours after reaching my humble abode.

Tape, written by Steven Camden, is an enchanting and enrapturing story about the life of Ameliah and Ryan, two teenagers living two decades apart.

Ryan, a boy who just lost his mother, is trying to cope up with his life moving way too fast because of his father's new marriage. To add to the drama, he has to deal with his step brother who taunts him to no end and a best friend who constantly keeps embarrassing him. The only occurrence  that brightens up his life is an Irish girl, Eve, who moved to his town for the summer.

Ameliah, a quiet introvert, moves in with her Nan after the successive deaths of both her parents. She moves in to find her mother's old room, filled with relics and possessions of a past life. She finds an old boombox and a boxes full of tapes. Setting a goal to finish listening to all the tapes in summer, the tapes become her lullaby in the night. Until one day, she finds a tape, a tape that could lead to the unraveling of her parents' past.

Though they don't know each other, yet the two of them are connected by a link of love for dear ones and hopes for better understandings of the universe.

Gentle, humourous and filled with simplicity and  love, this book is sure to make you smile and possibly cry at times.

An amazing and hypnotizing read.

Suffering

Tears turning into waterfalls
Disturbing thoughts running at the speed of light
As I vacantly stare at the world outside
In my room, I keep all the secrets I hide
The walls have seen me cry rivers
Cry over hidden feelings and resentments
These walls lend me their shoulders
When I've received sticks, stones and boulders
In a corner, I curl up to feel warm
For only cold feelings course through me
All I want to do is bring this to an end
End this all, end what they call
A gift, when it's just a painful memory
A memory of the better times
A memory of cheerful chimes
A memory reminding you of
Grieving and pathetic feelings
So why not end this suffering?
A suffering that can't be stopped
A suffering that can only be ended.

A Dance Never Meant To Be

In these erratic rhythms
Our dance wasn't meant to be
Though it started with captivating movements
And enchanting spotlights on dark stages
The mysterious ambiance and hypnotizing melody
Blinded the disastrous flaws of this sweet duet
Misguided and mislead by hopeless dreams
Streams of sweat and blood simply wasted
This futile attempt of perfection
Shattering our delicate hearts into million shards
Fixing our sways worsened the brewing catastrophe
As we tried putting our souls back together
The rhythm grows faster, the melody more intense
Couldn't cope with desperate pirouettes and jumps
Sinking to the floor with broken bodies and minds
Trying to reach for warm palms
We fail, we fall, we accept
This dance was never meant to be...

Review of The Fault in Our Stars

Life is short. Life is cruel. Life is unfair. All we do is just sit idly, waiting for our ends. But somewhere, a ray of bright light exists and someday, it will reveal itself. After that, life will gradually become beautiful.

This is one of the very few philosophies The Fault in Our Stars teaches us.

Hazel, a teenager suffering from mets in her lungs, reluctantly attends the local cancer support group for cancer ridden teenagers. In one of the session, she meets Augustus Waters, a boy who had suffered osteosarcoma because of which he's lost his right leg.

Their friendship blossoms as books, opinions and playful, sarcastic comments are exchanged and personal philosophies are explained. Soon enough, they begin spending almost every day together. Their relationship deepens as tears, laughter and a surprising trip to Amsterdam are shared.

Although many might think this is a typical cancer based romance novel, I assure you it is not. On the surface level, this book is a humourous read with a little tear shedding. But once you think about the meaning behind disguised phrases and a few mind boggling quotes, you might say this is certainly a touching book on life's different aspect and harsh realities a lot of us are afraid to face.

Inspiring. Transforming. Captivating. Moving. Unveiling.

This is definitely John Green's best novel so far. Take a bow, Mr. Green.

Oh yes, it's a must read. :)

In Tragic Hospital Rooms

The rays of dawn stream through the window
Lighting up the room with orange and yellow
Bringing colour to the blank, white walls
Making the room look calm and mellow

But it's not quite the case, in fact it's the opposite
For the room is crowded with family and many a friend
They are surrounding the little boy who looks fast asleep

But he has no hope, they're waiting for his end

His mother has her head on his chest

Shedding tears of regret and despair
The rest of the room watches the mother and son
What did they do to deserve this fate? It wasn't fair

The boy's heart monitor starts beeping rapidly

The doctors and nurses rush into the room

They push his chest, counting each pump

Trying their hardest to save the boy from doom

Not one person in the room has a dry eye

They pray with all their hope for the boy

Remembering his innocence, his resonating smile

Remembering that he was a bundle of joy

The overbearing silence takes 

the only sound heard is the silent hum, the silent beep
A like so flat, so horrifying is displayed
Stabbing their hopeful, delicate hearts deep

A rose in each of their trembling hands
Laying the flower on his body with teary eyes
When it's time to leave, they look once more

Bidding their final goodbyes.

Review of Inferno by Dan Brown

On May 14th, 2013, I silently awaited one of the most wanted books of the year. It wasn't until a few days back I actually got my hands on Inferno and the excitement coursed through my blood as I opened the first pages of the book.

So Robert Langdon is back in action and he finds himself in a hospital in Florence and he doesn't remember how he got here. To add to this massive confusion, agents clad in black clothing are out to kill him. When Dr. Sienna Brooks takes him to her apartment, he finds a macabre object in his famous tweed jacket. And that, my friends, is where the race against time to find clues and save the world starts.

The book is centered around Dante Alighieri's Inferno, the first part of his most profound piece of poetry; The Divine Comedy. The Divine Comedy describes Dante's descent to hell, his climb to Purgatory and his arrival in paradise. Inferno, the first part of the 14 thousand lined poem which describes the descent to hell is probably the most vivid and disturbing of the three. Inferno also revolves around the seven deadly sins.

 Going back to the book, Langdon and Brooks hastily travel around Florence, trying to escape death as they crack codes and crypts embedded in the many paintings, monuments and sculptures in the capital of art. Combined with Langdon's amnesia, another deadly assassin, the World Health Organization and a lot of deception, this book will have you hanging by your fingernails until you reach the epilogue.

While reading this book, you can imagine yourself travelling through the Florence landscape with them and after finishing it, you will definitely want to go to Florence and have a look at the paintings and landmarks mentioned.

Enrapturing, this is Dan Brown's best yet.