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.

The Veil Has Been Lifted

This is something random I wrote after listening to some songs :P They can be very... influencing... 

Have you forgotten me?
Do you simply not care?

Because I yearn for those talks
Those playful nudges, those encouraging syllables 

But now I'm assured
You've seen the true me
Ugliness, a massive burden

Nothing but a waste of space

What kind of spell were you under?

Delusional, I tried to make you see
Not wanting to hurt you or myself further

But you persisted and insisted
Insisted that I was perfectly flawed and strong

For moments, I foolishly believed you

A horrible sin I committed

It seems you've forgotten me

It seems you simply don't care...

Disconnecting From Music

Reassuring beats and voices
Flow through my headphones
Trying to help with adversities
Trying to soothe fresh bruises
And I am hopelessly lost
I hopelessly believe that
My hindering thoughts
About my fragile and weak self
Are just incorrect
But when I disconnect
Reality slaps me in the face
That I'm nothing but a speck of dust
Nothing but a bug that gets trampled
A sigh of exhaustion escapes my lips
As my casual thoughts circle my brain
I carry on with the world
Pushed by the freezing waves.

Disputes

Separations and rivalry
Of families and countries
Dividing units of
Strength, love, beliefs
Driven by the monstrous greed
Of indulgent luxuries
Money, land, possessions
Mere material goods
In this world are considered
More valuable than
Love and essence of life
Togetherness and unity
Is this what has become of
A world I thought was benevolent
Have I been taught wrong indeed?
And all I have believed in
Is just a white lie?

Angst

It's funny how untamed emotions
Control your easy mind
Resulting in inexcusable
Irrational decisions which
You regret the whole time
Overreactions, insensitivity
Useless rage and heavy sarcasm
Do we do it out of habit?
Involuntarily turn mountains out of molehills?
A disease so vile
Rips apart priceless bonds
And once this illness
Has consumed you whole
And the want to be cured
Increases day by day
Part of you thinks its right
The other part just wants to get away
But the only way to free yourself
Is to fight against your alter ego
For the battle wages on inside us
And only we can stop
This terrible angst.

Disappointment

Stabbing your heart
A sword so sharp
Draining the life away
Dawns a feeling of shame
As your hands clutch your head
In misery and devastation
A scream is ripped out
From the lips of your soul
Disappointment reigns your body
Escaping this cage is an illusion
Only dreams of running away
Fill your heart with false hopes
Forever you shall be
A prisoner of this monster
Never letting you go of despairs
Never letting you free, disappointment.

Responses

Tapping feet rapidly
Fidgeting with hands
A sweat breaking on your forehead
As you wait for a response
A response so critical
A response so urgent
A response so important
A response that can't be delayed
And as you wait
And assume the worst of situations
Dreading horrifying endings
Trying to shoo away
Your blessed imaginations
Head filled with scenarios
That make you want to cry
And all this fuss
For a single response

Loafing around :3

As the late morning sun
Shines bright, I awake
Without a care, without a worry
Because there's no need to be in a hurry
Stretching my arms, cracking some joints
Brushing my pearls slowly, carefully
Luxuriously drenching myself in hot showers
Not a care in the world, just relaxing
And in this freedom, I'm basking
And consuming food with no care
As the heat dries my frizzy hair
And on this lovely Sunday morning
When the drizzle is gentle and light
I feel calm and at peace
Stress free and loafing around
Marveling life's elegance and beauty
Without a care, without a worry

Candles

A bright, soft flame
Illuminating, lighting up
A room taken over by darkness
A mind filled with despair
However minuscule the flame
It gives hopes to
Students, preachers, travelers
To souls who have lost their path
In a vast place with many a winding road
A place so confusing
In a place so complex
Yet a simple flame
Can set us right
Can show us the way
The way to happiness
The way to peace
To a brighter, better future.

The Lunchbox - Review

The Lunchbox is a Hindi movie that has been praised greatly by many countries. I desperately wanted to go see this movie because the critical reviews were simply great. People who had seen it were just fascinated and urged me to go watch the movie.

Yesterday, I did get the opportunity to go see this movie. I was eager, no doubt, and this movie had a mysterious aura around it. So I settled in my comfy theater seat and awaited for the screen to jump to life.

The movie starts by giving us a sneak peak on Mumbai's busy life, especially in the trains. Mumbai stripped of all the glitz and glamour. The true Mumbai, which makes it all the more beautiful. Dabbawallas, people in Mumbai who deliver lunchboxes to office workers from their respective homes at lunch time are seen cycling with tons of dabbas, travelling on the train as they merrily sing and then go on to deliver the home made lunches.

The story is about a housewife, who toils away and tries to make the best food for her husband, trying to get back into his heart. Like any other Indian housewife, she hardly gives time for herself as she's caught up between a workaholic husband, a young daughter and a cancer ridden father. Her emotions and her problems are magnified, allowing the viewers to empathize with her more easily.

The story also concentrates on an accountant who has been working in the same place for the last 35 years and is about to retire. Portrayed as the usual intolerant middle aged man, his life lacks fun. An annoying assistant and troublesome kids on the streets adds to his troubles.


The two individuals' lives collide unexpectedly and a crisp and sweet relationship starts to blossom. Their troubles, their emotions, their daily lives are the main topics of conversation in their letters. Comical and thought provoking, this movie is definitely an award winner!

What probably makes this movie interesting is being able to relate to two ordinary people living ordinary lives. Although the movie has no songs, spice or glamour, the simplicity of the movie will make you fall in love with it. As they say, less is more. In this case, it definitely is. A must watch.

Cheers.

Review on 'Thirteen Reasons Why'

Beautiful. Overwhelming. Intense. Heart Breaking.

Life Changing.

Jay Asher's 'Thirteen Reasons Why' is THE book to read if you could read just one novel in your lifetime. You must be thinking : 'What's so great in this book?' 

Allow me to explain further. Thirteen Reasons Why isn't just a YA piece of fiction that is forgotten after a few days of obsession. It's those kind of books that will haunt you probably for the rest of your lives because this book right here will make you think twice before making a decision.

"Will this affect people in the wrong way?" Is what will always be on your mind.

It could be some kind of list.... you know, those Hot or Not lists. It could be using someone. It could be spreading a rumor.

Chances are you have already done this to someone or the other.

You'll regret having done that after reading this book. A sudden change will come over you. In the process of reading, you'll probably break down, feel like screaming or.... just can't read it for a while.

But in the end, you'll emerge as a better person. The journey is tough, believe me. Possibly it won't let you sleep at night. But you'll become someone who's aware, someone who is genuinely capable of saving many people from pain and shatter.

I recommend this to adolescents because it's a book based on the wars going on inside us at every point. The usual stress of home, school, peers. Bullying, alcohol, drugs, sexual abuse. Stuff that is considered as everyday activities now days. Issues that can't be really solved generally but can be helped with individually.

It somehow brings you back to reality, if you read more of dystopic, romcoms, sci fi, fantasy fiction. Like a slap on the face that wakes you up, trembling.

And that slap on the face is definitely needed.

I'd rate this a 4.6 on 5. A must read.

Cheers.

Suggestions?

Any suggestions on topics you want me to write poems on? Comment!! :D

Something to do!!!

Because I'm bored, got nothing to do and am just waiting for my noodles to cook :-) Noodles *-*

As the clock ticks by
And the time just flies
I sit here at the desktop
With nothing to do
And I rack my brain
For ideas and eurekas
For something to keep me busy
But I get nothing, it gives a message
'Relax for now, grasshopper
A few days later, when you wish for more time
You will crave for a time like this
A time for no to-dos
A time for relaxation'
But right now, I crave!
For a task, for a job
For some work, some complexity
To keep me occupied
But apart from surfing
I have nothing to complete
And suddenly I wish for a time
When the rush of adrenal
And complains of lethargy
Existed.

No Regrets

Silence hums in the air
As he slits his wrists
With a blade, his faithful companion
His only friend, his only support
Laying down in the silky arms
Of water, cradling him like a child
Water's gentle lullabies put him to sleep
As he watches the blood seep from his wrists
Tinting the water a bold crimson
Imprinting the absorbing colour
In his dwindling memory
He closes his eyes for the last time
With no regrets, no more lies.

Bulletproof

I think all of us have felt this way before. Someone or the other always seems to throw us to the ground. But with every throw, we just become stronger. We become bulletproof.

All you've done is made me cry
All you've done is shoot me
With brutal psychological punches
Knocking the air out of me
Have you ever considered
What I'm going through?
Or are you so narcissistic
All you think about is yourself?
And your priorities
Should always come first
Is it the untamed arrogance
Or is it the colossal ego
I was blindfolded till a few days ago
Now I've found the strength
To take it off me
And see the truth, the reality
You're smooth lies and excuses
Won't be believed by me anymore
You've tricked me too much
To see a spark of good in you
And I'm happy you're gone now
I feel free like the breeze
Your anger will ricochet
Because I'm stronger
I'm bulletproof.

Droning -_-

I felt like this in Social Studies. She just kept talking and talking xD

Monotonous voice drones on and on
As a class of students lazily listen
Yawns and groans fill the air
Eyes glazing over, eyes that glisten

Not with interest, no spark is seen
In the adolescents who zone out
Nothing can get them out of their trance
Neither a whisper, nor the teacher's shout

A few of them doodle pages full
A few of them pass notes to each other
A few of them simply drift away
But the voice drones on, she doesn't bother

The bell rings shrilly
Students snap awake
Gathering their belongings
The school grounds, they shake

Stretching their stiff limbs
They moan and complain
Another teacher, another lecture
Their days are cloudy, filled with rain

Awaited Results

Exams just got over a few days back and we got our English papers already -_- Total letdown for me :/ The period after we got our papers was Social Science and that's the subject I always zone out in (Thank heavens I didn't get those papers). I wrote this then :)

Palpitations and trembling
Shivering with cold fear
Praying, hoping, wishing for the best
Results of this quizzical test
Butterflies flitting around
Trying to get rid of them
They just can't seem to leave
So nervous, the nausea
Hits me like a cold wave
But it's the best I gave
I shouldn't feel like this
A failure, hopeless
I get my awaited results
My heart sinks to my feet
It's not too good, not too bad
But it's not my best
Dissatisfied and morose
I try to move with the flow
Try to shrug it off
Because life is more than results
A little disappointment shouldn't affect
My life, shouldn't depend on hopes
So I force a smile, skip a step
And blend into the crowd again.

It Starts With A Scar

Hello all :)

This is my first blog. Well, my friends pressurized me into making this blog. Mainly, this is going to be filled with poetry and other thoughts of mine :)

It Starts With A Scar

A scar on my wrist
A pierce through my heart
Breaking apart, bursting out
Unable to fix the shards

A whisper in my head
Taunting voice, deafening shout
Twisted, tangled complexity
No innocence, no purity
Red drops turn to a river
Watching the flow, the viscosity
With thrill and pleasure, I shiver
No one sees, no one hears
No one cares, they all steer
Clear of me, it's crystal clear
I'm a shadow, blending in
Unseen, unheard, uncared for
As I drown and try to reach the shore
But accept at the same time
That this is my prime
Though not worth a single dime
I drown in this crimson pool
Cause I'm a victim
A devil's fool