Raise your crystals to this comic tragedy Pour yourself a drink or two Let’s drink today to the act you wrote Let’s make a toast to the ugly life Let’s make a toast for this wonderful fight Let’s make a toast for all the miseries The girl that ditched you and the broken heart The … Continue reading Cheers!!!
Standing along a solitary alley I saw my queen coming by Her face as fresh as the dawn Her eyes were deep as the sky Her lips as tender as petals of rose As brisk and crimson alike Her hair like a cold breeze in tropic summer Her smile like a rainbow across the clouds … Continue reading My Queen
The world has fallen in deep dark slumber The night and the dawn ageing to twilight Yet my eyes open as the sea, Exploring my heart and my mind alike the hide and seek of the blurry dreams I look out the window and yonder I see the fading twinkle of the Ursa bear And … Continue reading The Sleepless Nights
The hand that was meant for toys Served tea and did the dishes Barefooted at this tender age In a dirty vest on his rickety bones Alas! School dress was not his destiny His big blank faded eyes told the story of his lost childhood the robbed dreams and the deprived happiness Oh what good … Continue reading Ashamed Am I
श्री पंडित नरेंद्र मिश्र की कलम से दोहराता हूँ सुनो रक्त से लिखी हुई क़ुरबानी | जिसके कारन मिट्टी भी चन्दन है राजस्थानी || रावल रत्न सिंह को छल से कैद किया खिलजी ने काल गई मित्रों से मिलकर दाग किया खिलजी ने खिलजी का चित्तोड़ दुर्ग में एक संदेशा आया जिसको सुनकर शक्ति शौर्य … Continue reading पद्मिनी-गोरा-बादल
I have just concluded the book “Rain in the Mountains” and am still drenched in the magical literary shower of the writer. In the course of the book I revisited my childhood in the great northern plains of India. All the wonderful moment and the joyful experiences came down pouring on me. Then I thought, … Continue reading Rain in the Plains
There are very few Indian writers that you can boast about in English literature. For a long time I have been meaning to write this piece but was too afraid that I will not be able to do justice with this magician of pen and words and hence have been procrastinating since. But today I … Continue reading A walk with Ruskin Bond
Nothing changed except the calendar on the wall But came by a new date with lots of expectations on Its shoulders, anew year came with womb full of surprise Ah! What a roller coaster was it? All the aspects of life blended in the year that is passing by The joys and the disappointments … Continue reading The Year That is Passing By
I am a writer without aspiration I am a lover without passion Wandering around pointlessly in the dark woods Searching for soul in my creations.
It was a cold winter evening and the darkness was slowly engulfing the valley. People were out on the road, some enjoying the late evening walk others finding their ways towards the market of the town. As the valley was being engulfed in the darkness the festive mood of the residents and the signs of … Continue reading Short Story : The Secret Santa