Yes, it available on order

Well as they say, there is an opportune time for everything.

It feels amazing to finally share this achievement with all of you. My book, Me Verses Me, published by BookLeaf Publishing, is now available to order on Amazon.”

I am a passionate writer. But was a reluctant author. I was prodded and egged on by my daughter Anjali who remained steadfast in pushing me to complete a set of 50 poems.

“A book of tussle.
A tale of churn.
To find the Me
Dissolved in Me”

Do let me know how it echoes in you. Will look forward to your honest feedback 😊🥰

All those I see

List the people you admire and look to for advice…

The list is long

Of all those I see

It’s the man on the street

The woman too

Or any other version of god

The eyes that meets me half way

And the ones that avert

The asleep one, on the bus

The talkative one, on the flight

The wife

The daughters

The parents, friends and family

The world outside

And the bigger one inside

Above all

The one that stares at me,

in the mirror

No more, No less

How do you unwind after a demanding day?

Those days

When the clocks were wound

Firm twists

To last them, all day round

Every morning I would get up

And give it the mandatory twists

I knew how much, was just enough

From the pain in my wrist

If it was mild

it would be fine

If it was severe

It was sure to cause a tear

Never did I unwind

It would be unwise

So just the right twist

Was the key

No more

No less

Bird shit on my windscreen

Bird shit
Bird shit on my windscreen 
I don’t want to see it
But to my eye, 
it’s always seen

the unfortunate coincidence  
So exactly on mark
Same spot, chosen by the bird
And, by me to park

I drove along
Distracted
and a bit irritated
By how the bird destroyed my day

Deep down I knew
But never acknowledged 
That for this act of omission
nothing the bird could do or say

Yet it remained in my mind
Therefore in my sight
Making me miss the blue skies
And the lovely day, so bright

And then 
The music played 
And I watched the stain
Glide across the sky in tune

I watched the blotch 
Travel with me
Guiding me through the turns
songs of mine, I heard it croon 

Slowing me down 
To a leisurely pace
Making conversation 
Of thing I needed to say

I never said a thing
Yet it silently heard
Every feeling
Every unsaid word

A friend I made
In a unexpected situation 
Moving from a negative 
To a positive orientation

We reached our destination
It remained steadfast in my frame
Suddenly well recognised
Maybe without a name

I knew it will be washed off
Obliterated without a trace
I will not see it tomorrow 
On my windscreen, it’s stipulated space

I should not be missing it
But I feel I will, somehow
You see, the bird shit on the windscreen
Was a friend of mine now

My dreams don’t let me sleep

The peeking sun
जिस रात में 
नींद ना हो
वहाँ सपने कहाँ 

जो सपने देखे 
खुली आँखों से 
वहाँ नींद कहाँ 
Tossing and turning
Through a sleepless night
where is the sleep there 

where dreams are seen
with open eyes 
where is the sleep there

Life – All about change

The drag 
in the moment
the creep
of the clock
why is all so still 
Is not the life
All about moving?

The rush 
of the desires
The whirlwind
Of temptations
Why is all so blurred
Is not the life 
All about vision?

Am I further
Or getting closer
Away from being born
Or closer to death
Why is all so dead
Is not the life 
All about living?

A breath taken
A breath given away
A world consumed
A world exhaled
Why is it all so full 
Is not the life
All about being empty?

The moment passed
The next one arrived
It’s not the same
It never will be
Why is it all, yet so static
Is not the life
All about change?