Friday, August 23, 2013


The rain seems to have lost its charm,
When I am not in your arms;
The sea has lost its tides,
Never inspired me more than your strides.

What should I write in my page of life?
My fantasies are baked with love and hope;
I may loiter and get back to the ride,
But never in that road.

Sometimes pains outperforms the tears in your eyes,
But yours – all lies;
Sometimes hunger is an act of the heart,
Colorful bubbles of life but dies.

I triumphed many an act of life,
Lost in the final fight!
My remorse often challenges my might,
Never reclaimed my light!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

The signs are clear

The signs are clear and I am not too far,
The road is dark and dusty;
The Climb arduous and I am thirsty,
But that emblematic gesture and I am not too far.

Life has many meanings for a thinking mind,
Sometimes we strain and cry;
Before I count my last breath,
Feeling of triumph I need, I should try.

The signs are clear and I am not too far,
If I nosedive today, who will laugh?
I have left a trail of laughter’s behind,
Life has many meanings for a thinking mind,

We live many lives and die once;
Spouse, brother, Mother and friend;
Sister, daughter and a loving father till the end,
Who else am I? I need to comprehend.

Let me expunge my name and my affairs,
Pull my clothes and fancy dreams;
Who am I now? Can I pretend?
Life has many meanings and I do intend.

Friday, August 16, 2013


Draw inspiration from the pond,
Go to the sea and appreciate nature’s bond!
You believed when nobody else,
With ‘silence’ you shared your bed;
With fortitude you moved, though late,
With courage you love all those hate,
With pride you took the street,
Those memories, you never retreat.

Journey! human beings undertake,
With time you reach your dead bed;
Many a stories in your lives slate,
You have decided before the final rest;
We all know how the blood tastes,
Earn your daily bread!
There is something in everyone’s plate;
Your laboured fruit, others bread spread.

Sometime I wonder,
Where! What should I ponder!?
Those mountains never told me their age;
River Brahmaputra flows with rage,
The sun pioneered grace!
Face and defy as others; just a face!
Life leaves unbound trail - you trace;
Sometimes slowing down is also a race.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

A Blogger's Dilemma

I am having difficult times writing this days. I am finding it difficult to post even one post per week. When I sit down to write something I am more worried about the look and font etc. more than the subject. Who is not having difficult times? Anyway I have decided to write something. Recently I visited UK and Ireland and was there for more than 2 months. I had a good time and more importantly a great experience. However I lost something very important in the process, my website – As I was away I could not update my subscription to my domain company and they have put my domain name for auction. I never thought something of this short happens and realized that someone from Arizona bought my domain name. I lost everything! My readers, my rankings and though I tried calling the helpline they informed me that I have to buy back my own domain at a premium price which I cannot afford. I am not sure why someone will buy my domain which has my name in it with barely 300 hits every day.

I had to do something fast before losing all my readers. This is when I ended up buying one more domain and this time allowing them to deduct money from my account every time my domain expires. Relief! But what about my readers? I wrote back to many of them and also started writing to Indiblogger and other websites where I have readers. Today with lots of effort I am back to where I started. I now have 100+ readers coming in every day. By the way my new website is simply named as 

With so many things happening in the back ground I wanted to tell the world about my recent progress in the Poetry world and I am very late but with my website back to gaining its readers back I am more excited now to start working on newer projects. 

Two of the anthology where I contributed got published last month.

The Dance of the Peacock is a great peace of work with more than 500 pages of extra ordinary work. Thank to Vivekananda Jha who conceptualized the idea and finally brought the book into the limelight. Reviews on the book is available in various sites; however, let me put forward two of the more comprehensive reviews on the Book,

The dVerse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry [Paperback] is an effort by prominent author Frank Watson. Frank Watson was born in Venice, California and now lives in New York City. He enjoys literature, art, calligraphy, history, jazz, international culture, and travel. His books include Fragments: poetry, ancient & modern (editor), One Hundred Leaves: a new, annotated translation of the Hyakunin Isshu (editor and translator), and The dVerse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry (editor). His work has also appeared in Rosebud and Bora literary magazines. Frank shares his work on his poetry blog ( and his Twitter account (@FollowBlueFlute).

Book Description
Publication Date: July 28, 2013

From America to Nigeria, Germany to Malaysia, and all around the world. One voice in the dark joins another, then another. Soon there is a chorus of voices and the night comes alive. No two voices are the same, and each adds depth to the song. Soon it spreads and people in the next town are singing, then in the next country, and then in all the continents of the world. Different languages where the words don't sound the same, but the heart unites as one. The song is not just the one you hear, but the one that plays "connect the dots" along the veins in your arm--as you inhale and--join in.
Explore the world of contemporary poetry through the inspiring and diverse work of over ninety poets from around the world. Drawn primarily from the poets contributing to, The dVerse Anthology features the unique voices and styles of poets as they ponder topics as varied as love, family, travel, conflict, loss, and much more. Take a peek and see what the poets have to offer about the pulse of life in modern society.
I am hopeful that both the book will do well and open new avenues for young poets. In the mean time I can say that I have learnt my lesson and would be extremely careful in the future. With newer experience come new opportunities. My next project is a series of TV Serials for a channel in North in India. We have already released the 1st season of and now busy working for Season 2.
I will update you all next time,

Do not forget to visit the launch of “Inspired by Tagore” where I got an opportunity to contribute one of my works. It’s great to see your working getting published which is nothing but a validation of your work, it’s incredible!!

Let me end this conversation with a Poem which is why I am here in the blog space and my website too


Uproar from the depth of my soul,
Pleading to you young and old;
Unseen unheard;
In yesterday’s world,
Life measured against gold;
Trigger ready in the courtyard,
The city is not safe;
Villages – Dead!

Walk out of the bed;
Every day to some unknown dead;
Neighborhood secured by the knights;
My children away and mother inside,
Greed is no more about bread;
There is much beyond hatred!

Crosses borders seeking peace,
I am a child…don’t understand your treatise;
Back home…there is fight for basic need,
I don’t understand – I bleed!
The army finally decided to retreat.

Sell happiness in the dark alleys of yesterday;
You can be my guest tonight;
For happiness is not always pleasure;
My pain is your leisure,
When the sun rises tomorrow;
Your beautiful day – Can I borrow?
Let me measure your happiness with my sorrow.

Am always there in the street corner,
This progressive nation is big enough to hold me;
I lay beside the scrapheap and one day I will be part,
My soul, my journey, I Depart…played my part;
When your foods rot – remember I starved!
In the silence of the night I too barked.

I…A being …A life
I rejoice in the past …I am alive,
The populace – beehive;
I let it go …..Existence Survive!

Cheers and Keep Winning,

Barbed Wire

Barbed Wire

With Optimism, reveries and ambitions they move,
with death snubbed and life in the cross fire,
their world in a suitcase- they move;
Destination anywhere – this human chain – moves.

From their soil in Bangladesh;
to the land of the might rhinos,
they cross the mighty Brahmaputra;
Heavy heart, wild fancies and hope,

From the land of Mexico,
To mighty America;
From the land of the Czars,
To unknown habitat- and beyond the Thar.

Expatriates, Refugees, Emigrants?
Vietnamese...........They move,
Life in a suitcase; only option- they choose.

No soul adjudicate such fate,
Sometime it gets late;
Their life enclosed in the edge of a razor blade,
The Wars!
Nature’s folly!
Liquidations? And more
They race.

The world was a free land and was never fenced;
The Mexicans now digging;
Few swims to exaltation; out of sense.
Few enclosed in ampoules, sails in painful symphony,
Trying to re-write their destiny.

If money can’t buy happiness;
Ask the poor the cost of blood;
If money can’t buy happiness;
Ask the courtesan the cost of lust;

Money can’t buy happiness?
The sea makes you smile;
But what takes you that mile?
Life in a suitcase- wild.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013



Floats bobbing on the surface of the water,
Here they are and gone;
Life seldom dictates terms,
We ignite in the float of time.
Juggernaut! Juggernaut! Juggernaut!
The power of a thinker’s might.

Push some sanity into your nerves,
Doldrums in my head;
That Apple still symbolizes Eve’s folly;
Adam still pushes life’s trolley.
Immanuel! Immanuel! Immanuel!
Life equipoises so well.

Scornful and haughty – those actors in the street,
Plagiary of thoughts reminiscent of the human race;
Poignant memories rushes streams down the cheek,
Nescient actualities sometime reeks.

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Fugitive

The Fugitive

I wrote a note long back,
Not one around;
And I long for a read,
A critique all I need.

I wrote a song long back,
No audience around;
A soiree all I need,
Musical soiree indeed.

I touched a verse long back,
Inspiration moisturized into it;
A rhythm all I need,
Fruit of my seed.

I met a mirror long back,
Nothing I could see;
Darkness all around,
Music, Lights and the sound.

I met myself long back,
Nothing I understood;
Now with one more look,
I know the journey I undertook.

Disillusioned we stood,
Meet yourself in silence;
Many soul lost out of negligence,
Never - this one in all your sense

Friday, August 9, 2013



From Sunshine to Shadows,
Moonlight brightened by the meadows;
Something engraved in the human heart,
Few roads are obscured- tears apart.
I take the road to sanity,
A road never used for eons;
Enemy- you make and from chums you learn,
But jealousy is also a fame you can only earn.

I grow happiness in my backyard,
You never know the bad days;
I grow hilarity too,
And wait for the sunrays,
To disseminate my produce to humanity;
Free those Purblind from vanity.

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