Forever for you


I have left you a cairn  It will still be there  Long after I am gone  Go to it if you are hurting  Or maybe sad Even angry and mad I will be there  Around it somewhere  Wind whispering between the stones we will be talking  Love and solace  Waiting for you if that’s what be lacking  Sun shining on your beautiful face A young man you will be ...

That horse of mahabaleshwer the horses tale


I neigh in terror, pawing at the filthy floor trying to escape from the whip that The Man Is wielding. But my constraints are merciless unmoved of my terror and agony.  I wonder where have i erred for the beating is particularly vicious today  My eyes rolled back I quiver at the look of black rage on The Mans face. I try to recollect but my mind is fogged up both with pain and the...

The one-armed Bandit.


The One-Armed Bandit. ——————————————————————————- As I write this the title seems completely apt but when I finish I might have to change it. This write may seem a bit disjointed rather random but once you finish it my dear readers you will have learnt something that I promise you.  The following lines have been repeated in other articles too but for those who don’t know me or the new comers...


About the Author

When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.