When the heart skips a beat
On seeing the smile
The coalesce strikes a rhythm
To which the soul dances at random

Beauty is the expression
Of the inner person
Without apology or attention
To make an impression

Pretty is to be born
Beauty is to be cultivated
Endowed with purity
Where it reflects the other's face

Ability to see
It in others
Is the greatest quality
Of the effervescent  

The artistry of the walk
The delicate way it comes across
The grace that carries it all
Charm that captures the heart

The face reflects the heart
Elegance is the visiting card
Style is what you are
Alluring mystically to all

Not in the vision of other
Their judgement never mattered
Carrying the self with class
Engulfs every heart

Glamour is with flaws
Attractive inspite it all
The flaws carry symmetry
Unfortunately misses the eye

Pleasing to the eye
Aesthetic to the heart
Locking with the soul
Beauty and behold

Cannot be defined
Timeless and divine
Always a ray of sunshine
Everyone wants to say
Its Mine

Adds power to the woman
Every woman has it in them
Some are not seen by those blinded
Not appreciated but beauty never goes wasted

Beauty is being
Talks through silence
If silence is understood
Every woman is beautiful

How can one be
And the other not
Inherent quality of women
Their very existence is a boon to creation

Beauty is woman
Woman is beauty
Cause of our existence
Carrying ours to future generations

More than a day dreamer
She was a night owl
In the silence of the night
She opens up her favourite page
Pins her hair up with a pen
And reads the night along..

നീ വരിക...
എന്റെ ഓർമ്മകൾ തിന്നുതീർക്കുന്ന സായന്തനങ്ങളിൽ
വാക്കുകൾ അടർന്നുവീഴുന്ന
മൗനങ്ങളുടെ കുടപിടിച്ച്
വസന്തങ്ങളിൽ തനിച്ചാവുന്ന ഞാനെന്ന ഒറ്റമരത്തിലേക്ക് ഒരു നിശാശലഭമായി നീ പറന്നിടുക്കുക...

പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ പാട്ടുപുസ്തകത്തിൽ നിനക്കകമ്പടി സേവിക്കുന്ന മിന്നാമിനുങ്ങുകൾ കോറിയിടട്ടെ..,
വസന്തം കൊഴിഞ്ഞ ഒറ്റമരത്തെ പ്രണയിച്ച നിശാശലഭത്തിന്റെ കഥ...!!!

Notes are finite
but music is infinite.

I don’t chase love,
but I,
rediscover love from my core,
and make people chase it.
-lovewithin

What a pity
there's no vaccine
for stupidity!

John Green made me sad in the best possible way...

So thanks

Augustus,who taught me to love people no matter what.

Hazel,for showing me we are all beautiful.

Alaska,for saying its okay to be a bit mischievous.

Pudge,for proving that you don't have to have millions of friends to feel loved.

The Coronel, for teaching me to believe in myself,no matter where I had come from.

Colin,for my eureka moment.

Both Will Graysons,for showing me is okay to not know exactly who you are.

And every character in Paper Towns,who just made me really happy.

But lastly and most importantly I'd like to thank John Green,because you made my life a better place with your books, and for that I'm forever greatful

You told me I was beautiful,
A cigarette between your teeth.
I raged at the careless gesture,
You laughed and smiled.
The first meeting,
A beautiful metaphor.

A first kiss,
A shared wish,
And the silent love.
A beautiful metaphor.

Happily Ever After came crashing down,
Our demise up in lights,
You held on 'til the bitter end,
A flickering candle in the dead of night.
A beautiful metaphor.

You'll live forever in me.
Augustus and Hazel,
Okay? Okay.
A beautiful metaphor.

Oh John Green!
Why must you see me this way?
You make me weep
and wish they would live another day.
You are so witty
but you do lack certain skills
Killing the main character is so unfriendly
But chocolate will solve the problem anyway
You make me think a lot of things
but they don't have a lasting effect
I know you throw a lot of paper in the bin
But in all due honesty
I feel like setting you ablaze.
Much love,
J

She was a hurricane
a tempest so true
so strong and indestructible
blowing through existence
and soaking everyone
in her way
day by day
more fell wounded
from her rage
but ignorant
to the truth
inside
too big for the small town box she’s locked inside
she wants to matter
she dreamed of gettin’ out
for herself
yet she worries
what
if…
she was fighting a war within herself
endless heart wrenching vindictive battles
she lost
every
one
she’s drowning
she doesn’t care
she’s had enough
of the paper towns
the paper people
the paper lies
sooner or later
the paper will
tear
and
so
will
she