The sea and the wave...

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When I start I do not know where I will end,

For only the starting is mine, rest flows like a wind.

Life or the poetry, it is just hidden from our eyes,

To blow the dust and unveil is what remains.

Every move towards next move is like archery,

Stop not though life sometimes shows treachery.

Tears are the pain of the soul; the colorless blood,

It is hard as a task to swim and get out of the flood.

To get out of the flood is not so easy but what really pains!

You will expect only pangs from the water whenever it rains.

When being rotten in fire you think you are gold,

But when molten by wrong hands you story will be untold.

Only the swords with the handles are good to fence,

Double edged daggers give you no defense.

Where there is love and when it is true,

There exists no reason to be shrew.

When you float in love there is no master or slave,

You need no boat for you will be like sea and the wave.

When you go far in to the sea away from humans

You will see Wales and peace at same time, to make you a shaman.

To blame or shame for the aches are not in love’s dogma,

For it is all the style of God to make life an enigma.

No proof that God exist, no proof that human will persist,

Happenings are not to resist, accept; then you need nobody to assist.

Life can be a journey but death can not be the only destination,

Love can be an oar but certainly not the boat, it is only an intimidation.

The force of love dies when you force to insert pain in the vain,

In fear nothing could last, when you realize it will be late to refrain.

Ammoi - Book Review

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Only a writer knows that there exists nothing new under the sun. Every word that a writer writes is already written by divines’ hand in the heart’s tablet.  With the accumulated dust from the world around us hides the words in the tablet that was engraved in the heart. What a writer supposed to do is just to blow the dust from tablet and unveil it to the world.  ‘Ammoi’ is once such engraved book in the heart of the author; Arjun.

It is interesting that the protagonist – Shiva – starts explaining his story even before he was born and thus bringing back our infancy to vision. The story revolves around the plot which every one would have gone through and when it progresses it takes a different dimension of love towards his grandmother (Ammoi).  Words are so light, sentences are not very allegoric but the emotion it carries is sometimes heart crunching.

In few places the words are rhythmic and in rest of the places the love of Shiva towards his Ammoi was nostalgic.  This book really makes the readers to miss their own Ammoi and the real beauty is not just Ammoi but also will make the reader to miss anybody who loved them like Shiva’s Ammoi.  Life’s beauty is not in bigger things we do but in the tiny beautiful things we go through.  Beauty of a book is not in complex statements and philosophical thoughts but the words that wither from the heart of the writer. This book is an epitome of one such heart winning work.

Whenever I hear the word angel, so far, my brain frames an image of a beautiful girl in white dress, with charming face, with wings at her back, standing in dim blue background with a wand in her hand.  But from now on the first image that will come to my mind will be an elderly lady with shivering hands sitting in a wheel chair.  I found a metaphor that I could remember for the rest of my life which in one word the author stolen my heart and made me realize his love for his Ammoi; God’s chariot.  A mixed emotion of heart warming comparison and overwhelming expression of love is delivered in the metaphor of Ammoi’s wheel chair has God’s chariot.

This book shows how beautiful the life will be with an angel by your side showering infinite love and care.  Few places I felt why such things have not happened to me!  Arjun started this book with his mother and finished with his mother and that’s the beauty. And at the end, if somebody asks what is the take away from the book it is pure love – Ammoi.

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