a message for my love…
Sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue wind rushes sweeping the lousy leaves fallen off trees and my memories too. Life - loss and gain pleasure and pain draught and rain and every summer is followed by this winter,…
Despite Stolen Dreams
Terrorism has no religion or if there is at all any religion involved in it, as the popular belief goes, that is a purely misguided form of Islam. In the name of Jihad, youths are rallied to enter into the…
The Big Switch: it’s never too late – review
Modern authors are writing the stories which are surely focused on the modern day youth but they seldom do them justice. They only pick the emotional aspects of love and attraction and bully the desires of youths with their spicy…
Kash ek Din: Hindi Poem
आजाद मैं हूँ स्वतंत्र तुम भी हो किसी परिणाम, किसी कल से कोई अनुराग, कोई भय भी नहीं। पर कुछ तो है कहीं विचारों, भावनाओं के किसी कोने में सही जो जोड़ती है मुझे तुम से और तुम्हें मुझ…
With You; Without You – review
I have been indulged in serious reading of fiction for more than 10 years now and these ten years have brought experience to me. At the least, I have learnt the art of ramification and I can understand which is…
The Afternoon: Marathon Race to Acche Din – 3 | Review
"The heat wave of demonetisation would be recorded in the history of India as a time when the nation did not collapse due to the sunstroke." ~ Phidalia Toi, The Afternoon I have read the previous two books of…
Stranger – a poem
Stranger, why does your shadow linger day and night and reminds me of the super-subconscious desire? Do I know you? Don't I really know you? Stranger, why does your silhouette appear even in the shadowy evenings when eyes seldom differentiate…
Greco’s Game: An Aleksandr Talanov Thriller – review
It was a fantastic read, to be sure! The character Talanov is designed in a fashion that it will surely take a hold of the reader’s mind until the novel ends and only to be continued in the further instalment…
When I am random… thoughts and recollections
A window seldom opens when a gate is closed. I have been through this darker phase, at times, and felt the darkness so closely, dearly! Who cares for the light when darkness accommodates the calm of the soul which almost…
मेरे शब्द | My Words | Poem Two
वो खास पल भी और घड़ियाँ भारीपन के बस ऐसे ही निकल से गये जैसे रेत हाथों से और पतझड़ में वृक्ष से पत्ते। दिन और रात की आँख-मिचौनी, सूनेपन और अपनेपन की बीच का वो फासला, 'मैं' और…