You were just a seed of thought,
An outlet and a respite when brought.
To be safe,secure under the hood,
Never to be bereft of, U should.

Planted with love,
Under the shade of a nursery which stood above.
From it came the strength,
that it can help me see you grow at length.

Such a pleasure it was,
to see you sprout to a sapling.
And when you were dressed in those first leaves,
A hope also sprang to be seen,
that forever you can stay green.

Many storms came along,
But you never did let me down.
Always made me proud whenever I walked past you.
Though little and fragile you tried to stand like a mighty oak,
Always smiling at me, giving me that comfort .

An year passed.
You were growing tall and strong,
through gale and gust.
But this time it was the tempest.
It came on you too heavy.
Shaking you from the roots ,
suspending you in the air,
exposed you to the nature wicked and wild.

You look at me for help.
With everything turned to a mirage,
I stand here helpless!
Neither can I see you wither,
nor can I tolerate you suffer.
I can only ask for your excuse.
for not providing you enough shelter to fight the storm,
for not keeping up my promise to you,
for letting you down when you always stood by me.

Will you excuse me ever, Dear?
I wonder!!

ek baarish ki tarah,
baadalonse samet ke,
hume bigaake chod gaye.
Abhi abhi beeghe the hum,
lekin eisa lagta hai ki sadiyon se sukha hai.
raah dekhte dekhte ee aankhe jaage hai
sadiyonse jaisa yaadein aansuon mein chupake chalte hai,
khayalon se sahi e jheel ko behkne aajaaoo,
jaagi in ankhonko sulane tho aajaao.
rute hue sahi, nafrat jatane to aajaao.

Blue and violets spread,
the white, green and blacks rolled under friction with a tinge of red, giving it a dash of pink,showered with crystals and foamy whites on and into the smooth browns,smoldered then chilled fresh and served with coffee browns..
It was a "SPLASH".

Once a sapling was brought home,

Nurtured with love,
Watered with faith,
Waited for the blossom with hope..

But..

Faith was frosted,
Love was betrayed,
Hope was crushed..

For when the bud did bloom..it was found empty..!!

A Thousand Splendid Suns

I don't know what captivated me in this book.The narration, the story, the characterization, the impossible possibilities, the ugly truths of life, the unnatural twists that turn the life so naturally, the unacceptable acceptances, the simple complexities, the complex compromises..the list goes on..
It left me with the same feeling as his first novel, "The Kite Runner".
Deeply and immensely touched!!!
He made me walk through the book, their lives.Mariam and laila, the two imposing characters..
As I started reading, their every small detail in life, every emotion, every struggle became mine as much as theirs.Situations and lives which are impossible to even imagine came alive before my eyes. I could see how a happy kids life with rainbows in the eyes, dreams of a colorful future can lay shattered and transform into ugly possibilities. How easily with time, memories and dreams can be betrayed and how easily time can make anything and any level of ugliness a stoic acceptability in life. For sometime it pained me so bad that I just closed my eyes not able to accept what I was reading, half wishing that he should have written that differently, like it was impossible to accept such life and compromise, Was wishing that,may be in the next few pages I will find something pleasant than the harsh truths. But when something is inevitable, it becomes a habit even when imposed! what a harsh truth to know!!! Yes, its not a pleasant read. The book will torment you, torture you and will affect you intensely. I felt a deep seated pain, A repugnant helplessness directed towards life, the laws of nature, the human behavior itself. Life had been this way since its inception. Hardly some of us will get lucky to make it take course as per our whims and fancies.
Its very difficult to put it in words what I felt after reading this book.For some it may sound morose, disagreeable and cantankerous. It is , I agree but its an experience to be transported into a different life and to live it in this life. Those few hours that you read this novel you can experience that.A compelling, captivating narrator as he is, Mr. khaled hosseini, he mesmerizes, enthralls and finally enslaves us to his simplicity of story telling. Its as if he devised a key to our hearts and have a knowledge of whats in there and how to reach out. He found that universal language of expression that can connect anyone, anywhere,anytime , in any country or in any religion.
This book gave me a few of those very rare moments in life where I stood happy, thankful and blessed for what I am and I have got in life and fortunate for what I am not and haven't got exposed to and my heart filled with empathy, compassion and gratitude for life. Am glad I read this..

There it was!
weaved with desire,
the tapestry of colors on a fine silk of time.

It was awed by the beauty,
forgot to be preserved,
caught in a tug of war,
abandoned to the silence of time.

And so will it come to be..
torn to pieces by its fangs alone.

And with the time conquered and shred,
there will be left nothing, but the colors.

Don't let it happen.
you don't know what will be left.
Tarnished memories and suspended strings of remorse.

Don't let them fade.....

The Fountainhead

A book I was amused about..
A book I wanted to read some 15years back,but could never get myself to it..
A book I always thought is very overrated..
A book I thought is impossible to finish...

I finished that book finally and in one stretch!! Every possible notion I had about the book is probably reversed.
And am very glad I could do it at last.

Aynrand..What could I think of her?!
I was never much into novels and works of fiction. But she changed my idea of fiction. She created a wonderful world for me and for every reader who happens to enter her world. A world where I have found a respite from the real world for a few days and wish to dwell there forever. Such a beautiful world it is!!
Once I finished reading and was back into reality, it was very hard.I, so want to go there all over again. May be she hypnotizes the reader into her magic-realism. Actually what she speaks there isn't any fiction in the real sense. Its just the world around us and what and how a man should be. Its as simple. But since man has complicated his world and has gone too far from reality, this indeed appears like a fictitious world. There indeed are some very ideal people and situations and certain other aspects, which aren't discussed in detail. And there are some abrupt endings too.Some things where it does appear like fiction, but by far if we take the gist of the novel she had in her mind, she 'created', or may be I should say, she 'rediscovered' a philosophy which man forgot about himself.

Its neither theism nor atheism..And I cant say it as agnostic too.Its the culmination of everything.
Its the man as an end in himself.
Its about the obvious and for the people who can't realize it,its the mystic, for the people who are living it, its neither..its just the truth of their life.

To say it in her words,
"Man is a heroic being,with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."
I don't think I can sum it up in any better words than the creator herself!!

And about the book and characters..
Well I can write another book myself. But that will wait, till I go through the journey again and may be another time too till I get enough of them to my hearts content...
For now am in love with them. :)