Words

Nothing was beyond mockery, 

Still my words were,

Beautiful, calming and fruitful

Seeping down my nerves.

Not always did I know this,

To all my well understood fact 

Vanity, conceitedness and pride,

Were throttled down in a pact.

Parasols and beauty,

So much for this visage,

A walk of pride, dolent,

Had surely made my day.

My pretence felt real,

Didn't feel like feigning at all

The far felt complacency felt real,

So did my bonny flaws.

Impressionable, flustered,

So awfully flattered,

I led the way,

Easing all the foray.

Carriage rides and horses,

Offered me much ease,

Spellbound, I was,

At how they gave me peace.

Courage was negligible,

Proud I wasn't,

Vanity was fiction,

Intrepid so I wasn't.

A flushed expression,

All I could fathom,

Words for me,

Held no importance.

Distracted and silly,

Errant and erratic,

I thought of all this,

And I was accomplished.

Falling in love,

Deeply enmeshed,

Fetid of it,

Without any stress.

 For my love, I imagined, faces pulchritudous,

Never conjured up any words,

I imagind strength too,

Not their power to change us

A fools errand led me there,

Light movements echoing deep,

Teak and soft leather,

Was all there was indeed.

A little thing tumbled down, 

A little caress I gave,

It was a book, I reckon,

I gave it the frown,

I had for long saved.

The book, 

Became my absolute love,

A little strong bound article,

It's pages feathery soft.

A book,

That is what it was,

A simple thing,

Not much fancy,

But to me, priceless was its cost.

Naïve, I had considered readers,

So highly oblivious,

Enquelched dangerously much in words,

Distracted and delirious.

Always had I wondered,

How they made their refuge in words,

What was wrong with their own life,

Why with the world they were never concerned?

Only to know, 

Late as it may have been,

That the refuge is the cosiest world,

Where dreams could come true,

And words played along,

Where there were no sad shades of blue.

Once the pages had fluttered open,

I drowned in, 

Full and driven.

Couldn't look away,

And never again was I the same,

Changed, mature,

True wisdom held my way.

The fearless Jane Eyre,

The proud Tess,

The conceited Elizabeth,

The brooding Heath

All, settled into my head.

And indeed, I lived a thousand lives,

Before I was dead...

Now years hence,

When words rule me still,

My death bed,

Beneath me as it creeks,

I reflect back on my scenario again,

To see, how much these people taught me,

People, who didn't really exist.

Now all I can say,

Now who can make a fuss,

It's simple: one must be careful with these books,

For words have the power to change us...

The Dawn To A New High

But I didn't get a letter My new life began,

Walking alone,

Forgotten, yet not forlorn

Trudging to the deep meadow,

Through the field of golden corn.

All my old life had

Were words unspoken, 

And emotions hidden,

cries inaudible, 

And tears as soft as drizzle.

A family left behind,

A few friends best forgotten,

I walked here, so hopeful,

On this path long trodden.

I had a family,

Some people I loved,

But it took me time to know, 

and even more to judge

That my heart belonged elsewhere,

In a place of no return.

For I was baptised,

My forte, naïvity and nothingness.

For me, only they can suffice,

For me they were utter fulfilment.

I had known beauty,

Only in its impurest form,

Only of jewels, dresses and glory,

All my life I had been misinformed.

Never was my life intellectual,

'Maturity' was just another word.

Wisdom held no dimension,

In my hazy world.

Until that day,

Gazing through the forest

I'd seen birds and trees,

But never, in beauty at its purest!

The colours and the curves,

Every nigh and far,

Of the birds as they

Sang their way afar.

The leaves as they danced,

Graceful at every beat.

Such rhythmic perfection,

Can nowhere be seen.

Taking it all in,

Had been too much for me.

I knew this was love

And I felt it for the first time.

All my materialistic joys,

Now felt too naïve.

For the first time

Love for me was requited

And for the first time, 

I didn't feel like quitting.

My love drove me,

Like an impulse,

My heart told me

That this is what I must.

And so I had flead,

From my palace of broken dreams,

Among these chirping birds, 

And these turning leaves..

That blowing breeze,

With an incorruptible objective,

The raindrops,

As they made the hard ground reflective;

As they fell on everyone, 

Caste, Creed, irrespective.

My sorrows razed,

By the songs of these birds,

Songs of waves fighting,

Just pure music, no words.

But now I see..

All these years they have me love,

That I had learned to cherish,

Did I live, up to this day,

Just to see my world perish?

As it dies,

I can feel it go.

As the greenery flies,

And the virulent air that makes me choke.

The once melodious songs,

Now sounds of crying and wailing,

The Diminishing tree shadows overhead,

Make me feel like I am failing.

But eventually, optimism takes on,

Pessimism is gone,

Out of mayhem, we can reach again

Into a fresh new dawn..

Trees, seas, birds, flowers, lakes and oceans..

Don't let them become

 stories untold,

Of past unrepeating,

And a dark future foretold..

The Acid

She's ashen, burnt,

Her hair is all gray,

Eyes faded

Her life, never extricate.

All her her sins,

All her thoughts are wage,

For my scurrilous life,

Holds her a break.

She's a silent oath,

Of the holy god.

She's the reminder,

Of the nightmare, I wish I lost.

Her sillouehette, 

Floods me with grief,

Her burnt mouth,

Catches me afleet.

But why do I show her sympathy?

She's the hardest truth,

In the mortal world.

She is rebuked,

 In the monsters abode.

She moves from place to place,

I search of a home,

Never to tell her haunting old days,

Just to let her weak feet roam.

They see her face,

They recoil away,

The face that burned,

Just burned her life away.

I watch her, 

not with disgust,

But with a guttural approach,

That she will never trust.

Her smile has faded,

Which once dazzled lives.

Her hair is now gray,

Which was once in silk ties.

She was banished,

From her own place,

By her own people,

For she blotted the family's grace.

She did ask the question-

"What exactly is my fault?"

But she was just sent away,

Then Never did she revolt.

What had she ever done 

to the ones who,

Made her this way?

Snatched her smile,

Razed her face,

With that fiery liquid 

And their trited gaze?

Alas, it was hypocritical for me to say..

I see her everyday,

And I remember the days,

When I had envied her so much,

In so many ways.

Oh yes! I did,

For she had that beautiful face,

That took everyone's,

Breath away.

It was years ago,

When I'd seen her,

My vituperative mind,

Had set into action.

I was jealous,

Jealousy made evident my disgrace,

How could someone be a comparison,

To my pretty face?

I hired some men,

To take her life,

Burn down her fire, with fire,

And make her whine.

Never did I realise,

The sin I'd done,

Now only to see her 

and sympathise in return.

As for me, I lived,

A life a glory,

Several cars, luxury,

And a tell-worth story.

But in the end,

I was poor at heart,

For I did much worse 

Than even murder a pretty lass.

Now my own life,

Withers,

I'm old and shrivelling,

My hair is gray,

No hint of beauty,

that once sparkled my visage.

In the end,

We both stand at the same place,

Forbidden, unloved,

The only difference that remains

That I deserved this wretched life,

And she deserved my vogue ways...

 

An Unfine Day

Soundly safe,

Was the promise unkept,

The ways of life,

Now, so unkempt.

Down the hill way,

Over the side,

A promise was made

To keep her alive.

He knew; she knew,

It was true,

His words to her,

Were not to be taken afluke.

"Too far, too good,

To be true,

The bonds that binds me to you."

She had agreed, 

With those sparkly eyes, 

All in time, 

Would she realise..

Beguile and empty, was the life

She wanted to leave,

Dilatory or bizarre,

No matter how the new one would be.

He said yes, 

to take her along, 

The journey to Iraq,

Was just so long!

They'd stayed,

They'd prayed,

They'd hailed,

They'd loved.

Never to leave,

Each other's side,

 And never to get,

Out of each other's sight.

Everything was perfect,

Everything was smooth,

Not one scar, 

And not one bruise.

All until that day

Night walking in the park,

Oh, they loved the stars too much 

to be afraid of the dark.

No, no it was a pandemonium dark,

No mercy,

Just laid out,

everyone apart.

There were people,

With guns,

The civilians tried and failed,

To shun.

The streets were red,

The sky had a tinted hue,

Her eyes turned to him,

Panic turning them deep blue.

His solicitude, 

Shoved him up,

He had to hide her,

Before more trouble usurped.

"No, wait!" 

Were the words she cried in pain,

 How could she let love, 

All go in vain?

Because she had him to save...

He broke down,

Fell to his knees,

The black clothed people,

Close in a heed.

She acted out of instinct,

And impulse, driving her

She held him up, with as much strength 

As she could bring up..

She was then shot,

On her thighs,

But still,

He was alive.

Stifling a cry,

Her tear, heaved down like a boulder;

She looked at her thigh,

The blood gauged from deep inside her.

They came to kill,

So they will kill, 

Not him, 

But her.

Soigneé, she had been

Soigneé, she will be,

With a little Boadicea, In her,

That she had never seen

For she stepped in, 

At the moment she gained,

Between her husband,

 And the shot gun..

...and he snapped his eyes open in alarm.

The gun had shot her, 

In the heart,

Which was made of her,

So sweet, kind and smart.

Her plan was successful,

They never noticed him behind,

His grey eyes so clueless,

Yet so beautiful and divine.

Her last words,

Simple and clear

She wanted him to

Be aware.

 

To run,

Save his skin,

But in his haste, 

He lifted up her chin.

Gone she was, 

And gone theywere,

The black clothed monsters,

The grotesque sinners.

She had saved him,

All out of choice,

He wished he could do for her,

Something that conjoined, that devoid..

He hid and stayed,

Till the rescuers came in, 

With no one to remember,

His wife's requim.

His wife's sacrifice...

No more would he see,

Those beautiful blue eyes,

Not again, would he see,

That incredible smile.

The memories,

Of that massacre,

Always remained.

For they had killed so many,

All the young, and all the paled.

As for him, he lived,

With the memories of her,

Not willing to marry again,

Never willing to love.

Just living years of hatred,

For those 

who had shot her,

 In cold blood.

The Killer

My wife- I saw her, pacing up and down.

Her hair flowing in beautiful curls,

At that, I could only frown.

She was unrest, 

Picking pace with the wind.

Then she turned to me and smiled.

My heart melted right through my body, 

And I let out a sigh.

I went up to her, "what is the matter?"

She was rummaging through my eyes.

Her sedentary feet picked up pace again, 

Like she knew the time was ripe.

She glanced over,

But for one last time.

I heard a gunshot,

The bullet pushing right through her spine.

I ran up to her,

Picked her up,

But I knew there was no time.

I then turned towards her killer,

Only to stifle a scream all high;

As the sternum face looked into my eyes,

All calm and docile.

I was facing myself, my killer self

The same green eyes,

The same bronze hair, 

And the same turbid mind.

I knew indeed, that I was her killer,

But how could that be?

The thought gazed my mind.

The killer me laughed, and looked down,

"How do you wonder?" 

Was all he let out.

"She died because of your tyranny,

She died because of your pride.

It was all your rapacity,

The ego was in your mind"

I had no answer,

That was all.

My peremptory had, 

Yet again, caused the fall.

I fell to the ground,

Couldn't get up.

Maybe it was just all too much.

"Are you alright?", said a voice I found;

"You were screaming in your sleep"

The voice weighed down my mound.

It was her, flesh and blood,

Right here before my eyes.

It was self realisation that slapped me in the face.

Time vs me, used to be my real race.

Didn't respect her,

I so didn't care,

I thought she'll live,

Her life in this despair.

It was killing her,

Inside and out,

It was hollowing her,

Scintillation was not to be found.

I did not care,

Until now;

Only after a nightmare

Drained me out.

And from that day on,

I gave her time,

Gave her respect,

And a few reasons to smile.

We lived a long life,

Died side-by-side.

 

For legend to know,

There were two lives,

Lost in this world, 

Of scam and swine.

They may not be known,

But they had a perfect time.

He loved her,

And she loved him back for right.

Respect and love, not much for two words,

Not living them up can impeach your efforts.

Love, and spread love.

Respect, and embrace the ones who do...

The Real Light

THE REAL LIGHT, MY FATHER

He loves, He endures,
and doesn't say a word.
We ask, he gives
and loves us even more. 
We are not complacent,
He can't help but pry.
We are irresponsible,
He is prudent and docile.
We get scared,
he daunts like a spirit Jedi.

He is the silver lining,

the one that always shines.


We think he is led by duty,
But he is led by love and pride.
He gives us wings to fly,
and counsels when we are too high.
He inspires, never grandioses, 
He loves so fully, our heart only now realizes.
He understands our language,
relevant and extraneous, all the same.
Then why do we live so to let his love and pride,
all go in vain?
He picks us up, when we are low;
He thrashes us down when we're too high;
And then we take, just one fine Sunday,
To thank him for the hard work he has done,
all our lives?
We hale, get pallid,
He holds our hand.
We laugh, we cry,
He stays right there.

His shadow, 
A synonym of comfort;
His build,
a synonym of strength and trust
His eyes,
synonyms of age and love;
He, himself, a synonym of perfection.

Thank You, Dad
Happy Fathers Day.  

A tricky question

What do you fear?

Okay, so I was asked this very simple question yesterday. I was asked, what is it that you fear the most? I thought the answer would be obvious, but I found myself thinking. What is it that I really fear?
I thought about it for a while and realised that it is just so relative. Sometimes it feels like there are just so many things to fear, and sometimes, it feels like there is nothing to fear.
For a long time, I thought that I feared oblivion, the state of being forgotten. We spend years doing a good deeds, only for our memories to fade from the minds of people?
But I dismissed that thought, because I somehow understood that it is the realisation of analysing and understanding our good and bad deeds. Because, as I always say, what is right is relative. My good deeds can be bad according hundreds of different people for a hundred different reasons.
After spending a lot of time thinking about it, I came to this conclusion, what I actually fear is fearlessness it self.
I may be a daunting person, but I am most definitely not dauntless. 
Fear doesn't shut us down, it wakes us up. It reveals us. It gives us the strength to act, to know. And I don't wanna remain in the slumber of no self awareness and instinct to act.
Fear also breaks us down, makes us weak but that Is the way we react to our fears. F-E-A-R has 2 meanings, Forget Everything And Run; Face Everything and rise. The choice is ours.
So, ask this question to yourself, reconsider your choices, what do you fear?

The Secret Diamond Sisters Review.

Book Review of the Secret Diamond Sisters

I have no idea where to start. So..I'm going to divide this review into two parts, first my opinion about the protagonists and then my opinion on the book. 

The opinion is gonna be positive because I am one of the proud people who gave this book a 5/5 on Goodreads.

Savannah. Courtney. Peyton. 

The three sisters grew up not knowing their 

father and not quite catching a break. But it looks like their luck is about to change when they find out the secret identity of their long-lost dad—a billionaire Las Vegas hotel owner who wants them to come live in a gorgeous penthouse hotel suite. Suddenly the Strip's most exclusive clubs are all-access, and with an unlimited credit card each, it should be easier than ever to fit right in. But in a town full of secrets and illusion, fitting in is nothing compared to finding out the truth about their past

Protagonists 

So I finished this book yesterday, and I was super excited to write a review on it. 

This book revolves around these 3 sisters and one intruder(as I like to call her). 

First of all, I loved the names- 

Savannah, the oblivious youngest Diamond sister. She is the most sensitive and and alluring one of the the three( by the way, she is the one on the cover). She gets let off easily and lives in a dreamland most of the time. What is right is relative, right? And for her, Right is everything that is expensive, sparkly...and yes, Girly. I have nothing in common with her. But I like how she pulled herself together in times of panic( although for her panic comes only in matters related to clothes). She was my least favorite of the three sisters. A fact all the people who read the book found rather ludicrous. Well, I don't know, Its just my opinion.

Not a lot of people liked Peyton, the oldest sister. I begged to differ, as you have probably noticed, I'm quite a rebel. And that's exactly why I liked her. Although our way of implementation is very different, our choices and way of thinking are very similar. 

Then comes the favorite sister, Courtney. I am definitely a lot like her. Not just me, but every other Indian teenager. Sophisticated, classy and wary of breaking the rules. She is just perfect. 

And Madison, well.

I have nothing to say about her.

 I didn't get her motives. She was just so clueless..so, yeah( She is the intruder)

My Opinion

Positive. So much fun. Its not everyday that I have fun reading books. I read a LOT of books of course. But mostly they have bittersweet ends and they leave me very woeful. Especially after reading my Summertime sadness collection. So I highly recommend it. Go pick it up, its on Amazon. You'll love it. I'm sure.

It was a sweet story about teenagers without any complication. I loved it. Also the male protagonists are awesome. I don't wanna spoil anything for anyone..so I didn't include them. 

Quick Update- I will be reviewing the Spain vs Netherlands match, which is going to be AWESOME. So remember to be back tomorrow to read it.   

A new beginning

"Every New beginning comes from another beginning's END"

When we look back on our lives, there are some good things and bad things which remain in our memory.

My thesis is that our life is just a series of fill in the blanks.

We fill out some, get confused at some, panic a lot. But in the end, we get an answer. 

Everytime we smile, we are ecstatic, or low. A blank fills out itself. 

An unremitting series of blanks. That's our life.

We can be genteel or rogue, its our choice. 

We fill out our blanks ourself. 

We answer the questions ourself. 

We reach a penultimate point. The cornucopia of questions in the hands of the Supreme Power(I would regard that as us)

Our life begins a new series of questions, 

and then, a new chapter begins.

This is my new chapter. I have answered quite a few questions to reach this chapter. 

I didn't answer any questions about Life. 

I cannot actually do that, I'm 14.

But what i do know is that, this is a new day.

 The sun eventually sets, Days don't last forever, yeah? 

But I beg to differ. 

Because we can be daunting, delirious, oblivious and still know the truth about everything.

Still love and spread love,

Live and let live. 

Its a new start, i don't know how it will turn out.

But why jump to conclusions when you have your whole life in front of you?

Welcome to my blog.

I'm not this boring everyday, I just wanted to let you know how exited I am for this new beginning. And I know, I believe, the Sun wont set this time.

And when it does, it'll settle in for good. 

I'm not a pessimist, or an optimist.

I'm a realist.

I'm a daunting rebel.

I'm an enthusiast.

PS. thank you for reading.