Monday, 29 December 2014

My new fiction novel - Valiants Apoplexy

Friends and foes! It gives me great pleasure to present before you my first solo novel - Valiants: Apoplexy. If you or any of your friends are into science fiction and fantasy, you won't want to miss this book. 

Formalities aside, do buy the book! The price is really modest and I bet you will love it. 

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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Saturday, 23 August 2014


There is this particular species of ants which grow wings when their life comes to an end. Ever thought what would you have done if such a phenomenon was with us human beings? What you will do? Where you will fly?

And The Wings Transpire

She tried hard to smile
I admit, it was convincing
Fidgeting with my fingers for a while
I knew what her mind was conceiving

He was strolling on the granite tiles
His eyes staring the pallid ceiling
The journey would take miles
His heart at its best was consoling

Mr. Blackwell put his coat
And slowly showed us the way
I never have thought
To pretend will paint my face
In such a gray

Then it began
I was waiting for it
But never expected
For it to happen
In such a brief span

My wings
Stone cold
But calm like sea
Their existence
Merged with mine
Defining my soul
With a vast spree

Happy I was
Though I could see
The dark tunnel was visible
In front of me
Whose other end
No one shall foresee

Such an irony
The moment
Terror reign my spirit
I was
At the verge of
Naming myself ‘Irit’

The vision hit the brain hard
Scurrying in a list
The game had already
Set the cards

I fly, yes
I flew to her
To say what was unspoken
What I never intended to let out
But this was
Demand of time
And her tears proved
As the oscillation chimed

Then again I rose
Up in the meek
There they were
Oh, the touch of their skin
On my cheek

I would have wait
Till eternity
But the voices
They were calling my name
Please, have a little more patience
O divine fraternity

I did this
I do that
I went there
And here too
Until the moment
They begin the shredding
More reasons to smile

Love and light
Filled my heart
All the possible ciphers of vile

Ah, so it’s time
The wings are gone
And so is the purpose
Gone? Wrong
Fulfilled; that’s now better

Yellow and orange waves
Accompanied by eternal red
Though still I venture here
The path to home is paved

I shall not stop them
It won’t be justice
But truly said
It was no gem

I know
They will understand
They will smile
That I know

And me? Well
My fingers still
Caress them
Where those unearthly wings
Once reside

Monday, 7 July 2014


I wrote this poem for someone who used to define my existence to a large extent once, but as fate had it, things turned unexpectedly as they have a knack to do often and that person is no more there. I don’t know the whereabouts but memories are memories. So, this creation is in tribute to the one who is gone forever. Sorry for the simplistic and plain writing but sometimes, things have to be crude in order to represent their true meaning or intention. Don’t you think so? Hope you can relate to it.

Tribute to one who is gone forever

Have a glance around
And tell me what you see
Isn’t the world full of
Things from which you want to flee?

This so-called society
Built on rational elements
May seem to mount over
The principles which
You comprehend

But as you know yourself
And as you know who are
These two paradigms
Will mark the destiny
With a longing scar

Rise, as you have always
Rise against your will
Rise till your body and soul
Cry for mercy
And beg to be still

For I know you can do it
I know you have done it
What it takes
For the bravest men
You have so easily
Adopted it in your will

When the situation
Will pinnacle menacingly
You will laugh at its face
And God knows the menace
Will bow before you
In a graceful pace

So fear not anything
As it is the mark-o-nature
Just advance like always
Breaking the barriers
And shifting aside all dangers

Just remember
When you will falter
I will be there to hold you
In one way or another

And when you will be
On that zenith’s height
When all the world
Will be at your might
You will always find me
Among the crowd
Raising my thumb
And with a smile really proud

Great things
Are meant for you
And great things
You will achieve in life
If nothing else
You will always
Find my best wishes
By your side.....

Saturday, 8 February 2014


Walking through the streets, we always encounter some very old and rickety men who look like lost in another world. Often we wonder why they look so distraught and flustered. Pondering upon such thoughts for a few seconds, we continue to our path and forget all about it very soon. The fact which no youth think of or rather, don’t want to think of is old age. Here is a poem of an old man on his deathbed which he has written to the nurses who are appointed for his under taking. What he thinks of them, of his perspective and the life which he has seen. Feel free to leave your feedback and  remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... We will all, one day, be there, too……………………

That cranky old man.

 What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?

 What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?

 A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,

 Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

 Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.

 When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'

 Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.

 And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?

 Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,

 With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?

 Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?

 Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.

 I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,

 As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.

 I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,

 Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another

 A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet

 Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.

 A groom soon at Twenty . . . heart gives a leap.

 Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.

 At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.

 Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.

 A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,

 Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.

 At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,

 But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.

 At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,

 Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

 Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.

 I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.

 For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.

 And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.

 I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.

 It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.

 The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.

 There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.

 But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,

 And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells

 I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.

 And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.

 I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.

 And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.

 So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.

 Not a cranky old man .
 Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

*Inspired by the poem 'The old man' by David l. Griffith