One heart-stopping smile

I never belonged there,
I would have not gone there,
Had it not been for that smile,
That one heart-stopping smile.

A crammed room floating with smoke,
Strangely unknown surrounding me,
Speakers blaring lungs out ,
Squeals and laughter straining my ears.

‘You must be fun at a party’
‘Do you live under a rock?’
Flashbacks looming over my head,
Threatening me to turn back and run.

But then, I see you,
I see your smile,
That one heart-stopping smile,
Dragging my legs on a path to you.

I don’t like the way you flip your hair,
I don’t like the way you roll your eyes,
I can’t write a poem for those lips,
And I could never describe those hips.

Because I never loved you in bits and pieces.
You were one whole loveable soul,
With such a beautiful smile.
That heart-stopping smile.

When you enter a room full of strangers,
And your eyes search for one single person,
When there are different pairs of eyes looking at you,
But your eyes meet with one single person’s.

I prayed God, ‘Please don’t make her..’
She smiled.
‘..Smile’, I finished.
That’s how my heart-stopped,
And that’s how I fell in love!



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Ramble of dreams

Dreams are all that haunt me,
Dreams, which seem so distant now,
Yet not so far to jump and reach.

What stops you then, you may ask.

The strings,
The strings attached to me,
The strings around me,
The strings consuming me.

I wish I could break these strings,
Once and for all.

What stops you then, you may ask.
Qualm, it is, where I hide!


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None, but her book

He flew up and above the clouds,

Rifting through the warm summer air,

Drifting and Gliding like a bird flying up in the sky,

Farther and farther, reaching for the clouds,

Getting lost with the wind, above

the mountains proudly lined,

The trees ruffling lush green leaves,

Trickling water rushing past,

Yet, the sounds failing to reach,

That high in the sky..


Closing the book,

She took it in.

The wind, the clouds,

The mountains, the rivers.

Flying a Cessna was always a dream,

A dream, too far to reach,

Looming above the clouds to catch,

Yet fulfilled by none other than,

the old-veined pages of her favorite book.



Time might have let you slip through our fingers,

But an empty room and a roomful of memory, still lingers.

None can fill the void you left in us, ever,

My Dear Grandpa, you will live in our hearts, forever!


The last goodbye, left unsaid

We never knew it was the last goodbye..

With headlights off to escape the Eagle,
Stepping the accelerator as to never stop,
Crunching the asphalt below,
Tearing through the night’s cold air,
It was the last goodbye, left unsaid.

With tears dripping down,
Heart filled with guilt,
Hands trembling weak,
Eyes dancing with the night,
Why did you have to go?
Why did I let you go?

You never liked the why when what and how,
But that’s what is driving me crazy now.
You wanted it Straight and fast,
But you are a memory never lost.

What were your last words?
I never know,
What a shame it brings to the World?
You never know.

When you were speeding with the wind,
Dashing right through the car,
Swirling and hitting back,
What were you thinking?
What did you say?

I would die to know,
Yet you did, before I ever could!
For the last goodbye, never to be said.


I wrote this poem as a tribute to the book : Looking For Alaska by John Green. Its been two days since I finished the book but I’m still hung over it. You can read my review here. Do let me know your comments. Cheers !

Looking For Alaska By John Green – A book review

Reading (and re-reading) all of John Green’s books became a resolve of mine after I read the heart aching romance of Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters in one breathtaking novel, The Fault In Our Stars. Honoring the feat, I happened to catch hold of his debut novel, Looking For Alaska.

What is it all about?

Alaska Young (the name has a good history), the prank queen of Culver Creek Preparatory School acquaints a new friend that year, Miles Halter aka Pudge. Now Pudge moved to this boarding school in search of ‘Great Perhaps’ which, unfortunately, he couldn’t find in his old place.

Chip Martin aka The Colonel happens to be the room mate of Miles. The school’s prank trio, Chip, Takumi and Alaska gets a new addition that year with Miles. Alaska likes Miles from the very beginning but she follows her theory of ‘never cheat your boyfriend’. Time flies by and they all become good friends by pulling off pranks splendidly.

Meanwhile Alaska goes on a girlfriend hunt for Miles and gets hold of Lara, a Romanian girl, with an accent. Now, the gang plans for the prank of all time to piss off the Weekday Warriors (the rich kids) nad the Eagle (The Dean). I would become a traitor if I shared the impeccable details of the prank, so I leave it to you for the pleasure of reading from the novel.

It’s all a victory for them before a miserable tragedy hits them.

The Writing…

The book is neatly partitioned into two , ‘Before’ and ‘After’. Before what? After what? I would leave it for you to figure out. The plot is clean, even as there are twists and turns, it just flows like the Creek. At some point of the book you will be able to guess the answers to the questions that the characters have been searching for. But then, Come on! A man can make his mistakes in his first novel. You can never, at any point, say that this was a debutant book.

What I liked…

Pudge’s obsession with peoples Last Words, Colonel’s almanac, Alaska’s love for books, the significance of the while tulips, the religious study classes and all such small details make the book a whole.

Few quotes from the book…

‘If People were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.’

‘The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive’

‘ Thomas Edison’s last words were “It’s very beautiful over there“. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.’


Did they really find Alaska? Of course they did! But how when where why what, find it out!

P.S : I might have exaggerated for the fact that he is one among by favorite authors. Your views welcome!


Haunt of Memories

So many questions haunting my heart,

Plaguing-ly close, yet miles apart..

Same old soul wearing a mask,

So much to say and much more to ask..

Years it has been, still wounds afresh,

Done and dusted, the stories, yet tears rush..

Heart yearns to know if you still remember,

Or was it all a bad dream on a cold November?

Drifting this path laid by the destiny,

Same old eyes, searching for answers hopelessly,

So many questions still haunting my heart!


On fire!

The flames sparkled , red with fury,

Envious lips licking away,

Everything that lay beneath and beyond..


Heat strewing, wave after wave,

Vicious eyes gobbling the sight,

Each flame shimmering and shuddering..


Dare kindle the ember,

Rapacious hands dragging in,

Every speck alight and ablaze..


Far away , in the distance,

Still feeling the heat arise,

Skin crawls, fear in the air,

Or is it just hatred?



The hopeless romantic

A hopeless romantic I was,

Awaiting the perfect guy,

Abs check, smile check,

Eyes check, love check.


The checks never were filled,

Until I met you.

The hopeless romantic..


Together we were,

Like a novel and a story,

You be the hero while,

I be a better me..


Love was the cloud mansion,

We lived and cherished.

The hopeless romantic..


Living a dream, it was,

Right out of a fairy tale.

Big ballrooms and gliding gowns,

Doting dances and twinkling tiaras.


The aircraft afloat,

Had a sudden crash,

The hopeless romantic, suddenly awake!


They pointed her,

Speculating the pilot,

For she was the one,

Who steered through this wonderland.


Throw the dams open,

Mend that broken heart,

The hopeless romantic ..


Well, her dream never knew,

The cloud was just a whole lot of dust,

And novels can exist without stories!

The hopeless romantic moving to a hopeful life..


What more is happiness?

The withering skin was still taut,

With pride and gleam in her eyes.

‘Must have been a beauty then’,

People whispered, humbly though.

Pearls and ruby she adorned,

The chestnut diamond pendant suited,

like it was carved just for her.

Taking her stand like every other day,

In front of her high-tagged laptop,

her eyes watered with happiness,

Seeing her grandchild from across the oceans.

‘Hey sweetie!’, she said in a quivering tone,

‘When you come home to India,

Nanny will hug you forever and never let you go!’,

She lied, a heartfelt lie.

A tear dropped down as she wiped it,

With the end of her silk sari.

Heavy-hearted she waved to her laptop,

A thing that has all intelligence yet no heart and no feelings!

The withering skin was still taut,

With pride and gleam in her eyes.

She wore an old cotton sari,

Walking with no sandals on her feet.

She tackled the hot sun and the dripping sweat,

With a smile which she could never conceal.

Asking what the reason was,

She gently replied,

‘Waiting with my grandkid in the bus stop,

She recited many rhymes for me,

Half I didn’t get the meaning to!

Wanted to gift her with something

So, dug my purse to find only a rupee.

I raced to the shop and got a littleĀ chocolate,

Gifting to my child, to see her smile.

What more is happiness that I could ever get?’

A tear dropped down as she wiped it off,

With the ends of her old sari,

LivingĀ a thousand lives in that single smile!

What more is happiness?


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