Sunday, August 25, 2013

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!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

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.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

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.

Thursday, August 1, 2013


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