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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 onContinue reading “Yes, it available on order”

Bird shit on my windscreen

Bird shit on my windscreen I don’t want to see itBut to my eye, it’s always seenthe unfortunate coincidence So exactly on markSame spot, chosen by the birdAnd, by me to parkI drove alongDistractedand a bit irritatedBy how the bird destroyed my dayDeep down I knewBut never acknowledged That for this act of omissionnothing theContinue reading “Bird shit on my windscreen”

My dreams don’t let me sleep

जिस रात में नींद ना होवहाँ सपने कहाँ जो सपने देखे खुली आँखों से वहाँ नींद कहाँ  Tossing and turningThrough a sleepless nightwhere is the sleep there where dreams are seenwith open eyes where is the sleep there

Life – All about change

The drag in the momentthe creepof the clockwhy is all so still Is not the lifeAll about moving?The rush of the desiresThe whirlwindOf temptationsWhy is all so blurredIs not the life All about vision?Am I furtherOr getting closerAway from being bornOr closer to deathWhy is all so deadIs not the life All about living?A breathContinue reading “Life – All about change”

Our song, for me and you

It’s loudYet I hear it onlyI can switch off the musicYet the sound rings continuously It’s not on the device It’s doesn’t flow through the headphones It resides in the deepDeeper than the mind and the bonesWhere I need no ears To hearNeed no podsTo connectit echoesReverberatesTrapped In the sacred hollow in meYou can hearContinue reading “Our song, for me and you”

There is No Bulb

We gathered in the balcony.  Sipping whiskey and watching the dark night.  Silently reflecting and occasionally making conversation. Nothing in particular and none too serious. Music filled the pauses in the conversation. Each one having their own conversation in their minds and a customary one with the others.  The night was nearing early morning. TheContinue reading “There is No Bulb”