Proud Moment – Short Stories in Le Zaporogue 13 and MiCROW 8

Year 2013 has started on a great note. Two short stories featured in two illustrious literary publications. It is a blessing to have friends who support, encourage and unconditionally help me learn and polish my writing constantly.


In January my short story ‘ The Bookmark’ shared space with some fine writers, poets songwriters and photographers in Le Zaporogue 13. You can click on the link and download it for free or purchase it too.

There are some other wonderful treasures in Le Zaporogue Store. Do take a look.

Le Zaporogue 11 has some of my verses and  if you are passionate about poetry please feel free to click on the link and download this edition.

I want to thank author and friend Sebastian Doubinsky  for giving me this platform to showcase my work.


Riding on the back of  late spring  breeze came another surprise. This time a Flash-Fiction ‘Jason‘ based on the theme ‘Luminous‘ has found place in MiCROW 8 : Luminous  . This edition of Full of Crow flash fiction supplement section includes wonderful B&W photographs and some exceptional stories. You can read online , download the pdf. file or purchase the chapbook HERE . Check out the gorgeous FULL Of Crow ,a semiannual publication of very short stories and prose.

Thank you Michael. J. Solender  for giving me this opportunity. Looking forward to co creating more miracles.

This year I was able to break many mental barriers and swallow my self doubt to a large extent. I think I am more confident, more focused and tuned to myself and writing now. I am glad to have found mentors who helped me achieve this. Onward we go, one step at a time.


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online and print publications

Zaporogue 11


Photograph credits belong to the rightful owners. 

Poemas Cortos – Micro Poems

I held the sun between my fingers
– your face
crimson with love


early morning drizzle
all the words
you never say



I wrap your silence around me


that’s the only way

to be close to you


thoughts get frozen
in time and space
memories come
like blizzard of snow
bleeding heart leaves
a trail of hurt


some questions

burn like embers

should I seek the answers

or just let them be?


your love
teasingly obscure
delicate, ethereal dream
untouchable and
beyond reach

just that


A friend’s response on the above . Sharing because it is worth it. 

Your glance fleeting,
Your presence lingering.
Your thoughts addicting,
The desire for you



shadow of the moon
staring hungrily
ravenously longingly
rich night sky
its hues and
changing patterns
remind me
of our love


when I strip away the darkness

all that remains is



come to me my beloved

brew me a cup

for the winter’s night

spice it with love

and stir it with passion


O, dark muse of the night
seduce me with sultry dreams

for I am still

at the edge of desire

O, longing heart

should I succumb


fold the night

and tuck it away?


Some words stringed together – micro poems and more

I decided to write Tawikus and micro poetry in lack of better ideas and  now you will ask what the heck is Twaiku and micro poetry?

Well, basically it is a poem in 140 characters. It is also called ‘Twitter poetry’.  So one can say that Micropoetry is a genre of poetic verse which is characterized by its extreme brevity.

Here is a collection of some of my #micropoems that I posted on this thread. I have included some short poems also along with micro poems.

These are spontaneous thoughts stringed together.


shooting star / a neon kite / dreams thrown into space / what will it bring?


Love / sometime a duet/ sometime not/ song remains beautiful 


drank the wine spill of sunset / knowing it has flowed from / lips of your sparkling morn


evening shadows play / last strains of day’s symphony / turns them into a new musical score 


branches bare ’emselves of rainbow leaves / imagination clothes ’em / colors of winter 


and night with all its longings has come / a shooting star / wishes tied to a neon kite / glides through the dark


we float on moonlit waters / our bodies wet shimmering / nude sculptures


Saturated with prayer /  the morning sky  / still in deep meditation


if i become you and you become me /  then i’ll bury my head in the sand /  and pretend not to see 


silence /like fog descends/dissolves/words /into a blur /and cuts short/a song of life


your silence /  the scarlet letter  / i wear on my being


Unanswered questions / your silence/ answers them all


your memory comes /  makes pre dawn love with me /  then goes /  as suddenly as it came  / leaving behind /  the warmth of its hug


my words / scrubbed and stripped / off your silence  / scars remain


your silence / my words / two parallel lines / inseparable / when i look back / one line


your words / hired assassins


laid to rest / words  / tied in neat bundles / Darkness a ribbon


I crossed the bridge of stars /  and  found my dawn /  your dusk






L’amour fau :Two Poems


Insert the knife 
a little deeper 
into the soft flesh my love 
slice the heart 
draw blood
your words
by the way 
are equally effective


Grim Reaper

she shadows me

like a jealous lover

ribbons of darkness

fall over her luring face

her scythe, a sickle moon

against her nocturnal robe

Sometimes in the realms of shadows

I hear her sepulchral whispers

at others she holds me captive

with her ensnaring eyes

She, the harvester of soul

And I

the  harbinger of light

L’amour fau 


Driblets : Lost and Found Poems

and there she stands wearing midnight

my relentless pursuer

waiting to strike again


you underestimate me


Looking for something ?

I believe this is your knife ..

you left it in my back .

A word of advice – Be careful with knives they have minds of their own


Venus flytrap

hungry hugs

kiss of death

Oh, Please ! your old tricks have lost their sting

try something new

Something more exciting

more challenging

you still underestimate me


The night spilled some of the dark element before plunging into the dawn 

and then came the rain 

riding on the wings of  storm 

 tapping on window panes sighing

 and its  shrill mournful voice 

singing a  requiem  for  the love lost 

sinking its talons in heart 

drawing blood

warm crimson splendor

pulsating with memories

  acerbic brew

death raises a toast 

as the wet bruised sun watches 

from behind the clouds at dusk


Silences Wins First Prize In Love For Poetry Contest

My poem Silences won the first prize along with a very talented poet Rohan Sen in a contest organised by Contest for the love of poetry on Facebook. It feels good to be appreciated and it is a learning experience when you read such wonderful poems and interact with other writers. 

Here is the Certificate Kathleen sent to me by mail.

Thank William, Kathleen ,Rohan and all those poets/writers who appreciated and voted for my poem. Thanks Varun for the magnificent photograph. Please visit the For the Love of poetry page and varun raj’s photography  .

Do read the poem by clicking on the link.

I know it is just a first step  and am focused on the bigger goal. Life has thrown me into a whirlpool and am putting all my strength to come out of it victorious.

Heartfelt gratitude to all my virtual friends , my mentor and guide, my Godfather and real-time friends who have stood by me in these rough times. Love you all.

I won’t give in and wont give up.


Four Assorted Short Poems


let’s hold hands and lie still on moist green grass

and watch the eagle fly in the clear blue sky

let’s chase the butterflies among the wild daisies

caressed by the soft breeze

let’s catch the edge of a rose tinted cloud

and float on the moon beams upon the waves.

Today let’s just lose ourselves.


the splintered day  ends

now the night will come dressed in shreds

tugging  its  blanket of stars

and on its frayed ends

a pale and lonely moon


people see my life

as an exquisitely embroidered shawl

they see the rich hues and  arabesques

of the outer layer

admire the  intricately woven patterns

on its smooth silken surface

but it is I who  feels alone

the inconvenient knots and tangled threads

of inner side


passionate verses

seductively sway

on  moonlit walls

artistic masterpieces

with every stroke

they merge and flow

rise and fall

a rhythmic ritual




 our shadows on fire

the blazing dreams of desire

Me To You : Short Verses


A fleeting touch of your shirt

Just before we parted

Crisp lavender cotton

warmed by your heart

A fragrant memory I still carry

on my fingertips




In those moments  of loneliness

when your silence quietly comes

and stands  beside me

to watch the day merge into the night

I curb my urge to even feel its presence

lest it finds me intruding

and moves away



I swirled and danced in a drunken haze

spinning with euphoria of my love for you

But now all that is left is a hangover

Memory of you

and pain


The Dance Of The Eunuchs by Kamala Suraiya Das

Kamala Suraiya Das also known as Madhavikutty, considered India’s ‘Poet Laureate,’ set a bold new tone for India’s women, poor and disenfranchised.Kamala Das’s poems epitomize the dilemma of the modern Indian woman who attempts to free herself, sexually and domestically, from the role of bondage sanctioned by the past. She was a revolutionary writer. I started reading her works very recently and of her memoirs, verses and stories and novels left a deep impression on me. No one has portrayed women so daringly as her. Her death has created a void in Indian English Literature.

Here I share with you two of my all time favorites.

The Dance Of The Eunuchs

( kamla das 1934-2009)

It was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came
To dance, wide skirts going round and round, cymbals
Richly clashing, and anklets jingling, jingling
Jingling… Beneath the fiery gulmohur, with
Long braids flying, dark eyes flashing, they danced and
They dance, oh, they danced till they bled… There were green
Tattoos on their cheeks, jasmines in their hair, some
Were dark and some were almost fair. Their voices
Were harsh, their songs melancholy; they sang of
Lovers dying and or children left unborn….
Some beat their drums; others beat their sorry breasts
And wailed, and writhed in vacant ecstasy. They
Were thin in limbs and dry; like half-burnt logs from
Funeral pyres, a drought and a rottenness
Were in each of them. Even the crows were so
Silent on trees, and the children wide-eyed, still;
All were watching these poor creatures’ convulsions
The sky crackled then, thunder came, and lightning
And rain, a meager rain that smelt of dust in
Attics and the urine of lizards and mice….
(From Summer in Calcutta)


The Looking Glass

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier…Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

(from ‘The Twentieth-Century Indian Poets’ Ed. R Parthasarthy)