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.