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War in Mind

I was going through my old works. I wanted to see how much I have evolved over the years. I was passing through the phases of life like any other human being and I tried to quote that feeling into some one liners.

I am Waiting for someone who is Trapped in Timeless Eternity.

I am Inquest for Hope in Cave of Despair.

I am Wandering in the Labyrinth of Darkness to Find a Speckle of Radiance.

I am on a Voyage to Verity which is Marooned on an Island of Sham.

I am Drowning in the Ocean of Melancholy waiting for the Boat of Bliss.

I am Tangled in the Cobweb of Deception only to be Freed by the Hands of Condor.

I am at the Shores of Poignant Beach, got touched by the Waves of Elation.

I am Pissed at them who Hide themselves from Mirror of Veracity.

An Ode to The Martyrs

Sing for the Legends of United

known to the world as the Busby Babes.

They were better than the world had ever seen,

so much that God wanted them on his team.

Oh does my heart cry, and oh, do I weep

this eve of the year, my eyes do not sleep.

Nothing can compare to the feeling I have,

when I remember my Martyrs of Munich.

The flowers of Manchester,

sent to me from heaven,

My heart cries when I remember them,

Duncan Edwards and Liam Whelan

Mark Jones, Byrne, Colman,

Bent, Pegg, and Tommy Taylor

departed for God's own house

leaving us in a floor of tears.

And they look down upon us now,

with a smile in their eyes, as they stand at the pearly gate.

Arise and sing to them, with me now, Lest we Forget,

that fateful night in Nineteen Fifty Eight.

Their bodies are gone

but their souls are immortal,

And they want you to sing before your eyes run dry

United will never die,

Manchester United will never Die.

Source : 4 years back I had got it from Internet and penned it down.

Review : After Dark - Haruki Murakami

This is the fourth Haruki Murakami book that I have read and the fastest that I have completed. I actually read chapters according to the time mentioned in the book. I wanted to submerge myself in his world and believe it was surreal. Its about the time after midnight, the time when the world seem that it belongs to you, Mari a nineteen year old girl misses her last train or is probably running away from reality meets her sister’s friend Takahashi who opens himself to someone as never before, A Chinese prostitute and Kaoru, a manager of a local hotel.

The story is next to surreal, it’s alluring, it’s kafkaseque, its what you expect from a Murakami novel.  The way Takahashi explains about life in Chpt.8/3.07am was one of my favorite parts of the book.

“What I want to say is probably something like this: any single human being, no matter what kind of a person he or she may be, is all caught up in the tentacles of this animal like a giant octopus, and is getting sucked into the darkness. You can put any kind of spin on it you like, but you end up with the same unbearable spectacle.”

The preceding lines before that and those lines gave me Goosebumps of some sort.

The description of Eri Asai, the way she is sleeping, the surrounding, the Television, it sends a chill down my spine at one end and gives me kind of peace on other. The narrative is quite nicely used during the chapters that focus on her. It makes you want to go in a deep sleep like her.

I feel like for those few minutes when she was trapped, she was in Shirakawa’s mind, while Shirakawa himself was away from his flesh, from his body into some other dimension.

“In fact however, that is exactly what he did – what he had to do.” – Chapter 7

I am still wondering why he had to do that, guess those things and other which are left unanswered is why I want to travel in Murakami’s mind once, but…

The only thing that I didn’t like about the book was “It’s over already,” that was my expression today.  After reading Kafka on the Shore, Norwegian Wood and The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, this book just feels short.

Book Ratings : 4/5

Shades of Hope

Its fine
Life's tricky
Warmness n coldness
Are just two words
Or two phases

Yes
She was there
She became light
Sent darkness into black
Alas not forever

No
I say to myself
Comfy my mind
Every thing's not eternal
In search of light

Screaming valleys
Echoes of pain
Traces of curves
Clouds thundering
Creating ocean of sorrow
Filling the empty vases
Cracks beginning to disappear

A new hope dawning
Light still shines through the shattered glasses,
Splitting into a million colors unknown
Each hit me straight in the heart
As i surrender to pain in belief
To choose a better path

With a mysterious force holding me
I dare to take a step
To a destination unknown
To the wits of soul
Into the whispers of our heart