Honour Among Thieves

Alright! This review is going to be a short one for I don't have much words to describe its excellence. First up: fantastic novel! Great story filled with strong characters. The plot is about a conspiracy between USA and Iraq after the events of Gulf War. It has crime, love, murder, espionage - very intelligently detailed (the part I loved the most), the game of politics and everything you need for an awesome thriller. It begins with loose ends: all you can wonder is What's going on? I smell something fishy. Things begin to fall in place only after first 100 pages. The story grows breaking its own barriers thickening the plot and doesn't remain stagnant revolving over the same place. The loose ends are nicely interwoven and the way missing links are later connected as the pages turn is something only a well disciplined and a trained mind can do. Thus, it always engages its reader from start to finish. The intensity is a kept very much alive throughout. I found more characters in this book and each have played their part brilliantly. It made me think This is the kind of book I want to write one day. It turned out to be a great read. Thumbs up to Jeffery Archer!

Glitter of Happiness

A dull heart wakes up

Begins beating in rhythms

With a pleasant melody

When mine reflect the sparkles

And the glitter of happiness

In those vibrant hazel green eyes.

A smile of long-lasting radiance

Materializes on my lips

Well before the ecstasy

Starts to inflate the air

While the aesthetic spectacle

Begins to drench my dry eyes.

In the quest for delight at large

The tiny things within are ignored

That light up for small moments

Waiting to be relished entirely -

Experience the spirit of innocence,

Embrace the warmth in simplicity of life,

Never let them die in vain,

Accept nature in its original form;

Just the way it is; the only truth;

The naked truth, locked up in a vault

That houses a veiled garden,

Oblivious to the world all along -

By the eyes blinded by dim-lit drapes;

Their craving for eternal bliss and

Ultimate peace is never fulfilled.

The healing touch of your hands

Has the gentle power of

Opening those closed doors,

Which have remained shut forever

For this soul had nothing to offer

To the world that is not dear

Waiting for the words to be sung

In whispers, until the kernel is felt

Then it liberates pure energy in trickles,

Filling the void with divine pleasure

Which my skin fails to sense

The currents arise from deep within

Invigorating my mind, while the soul

Floats on the white clouds of azure sky

Unveiling a whole new world of wonder

And reality evades slowly into fantasy.

Such a Funny Thing

I received appreciations and awards at work recently in recognition for my performance. Honestly, I am not really happy with it, because there is nothing special I should feel about. I didn't invent a technological marvel. I just did my job. Yes, I agree I should be overwhelmed with my achievements but I am not. I feel it’s a mean world which we all live in. Let me elaborate the reasons of me being a downer (well, not exactly a downer, hmm, you can say not being joyful). If I look back, say, since three years, I don't think I have changed intellectually. My intelligence was the same as it is now. Only difference is that my efforts are now being recognized in the form of awards and appreciations. Why didn't people see my efforts then? I believe my production levels at work were the same. In fact, these things didn't make me more knowledgeable or more intelligent. In the end, it’s a funny thing to think that I was working in wrong places where people failed to know me. And now comes the worst part. Because of all these certificates of appreciations I received, people think of me as a priceless guy. It's like having a list of evidences of my efforts. How bad is that? I believe in myself and I know my abilities. I don't need a proof for that! It’s such a mean and brutal thing when one's worth is measured in certificates. And those people will also be under the impression that I will be motivated to work harder. No sir! Sorry! I will give my best shot, that's all. I don't work to impress anyone. I work for my livelihood. Where were all those people then when the same old me was walking around the block when they didn't even care to have a glimpse of me, and now from nowhere they come hunting for me? Alas, the words embossed on a certificate are more valued and have become the only means to know a person's worth. Ah, this is just another one of my rants; the philosophy of my mind. I am not sure how many people can understand or relate to this.

Seasons

The tides of the sea rise high

Colors of clouds changed the sky

From divine white to dark grey

Storms came and birds flew away

The skies looked very scary

And the winds blew wildly

Many days passed in a while

Without a face wearing a smile

When lost hope was never found

The sun rays pierced the clouds

To spread brightness all around

And light up the world out loud

Storms are destined to return

Another season, another life

Nature teaches us to learn

The different phases of life