Thursday, February 28, 2013


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she cooks
joyous smiles for him
in her kitchen

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 28) - Kitchen,

The Car House

I didn't believe it at first.

"You made a what?" I asked, astonished.

"A car," he smiled.

"A car?"

"Yes, those vehicles with four wheels that ..." he began enthusiastically.

Now this was strange. "Yes, I know what a car means, but how the hell did you make it? You are no damn mechanic. And it looks so different, not just like any car."

"That's because it's my home-car," he beamed proudly, "I live here."

"Why, what happened to your house?" I was curious.

"Well, you see," he gulped, "my wife stays there with her new friend, a man, so.."

This 100 Words Fiction is shared with Friday Fictioneers.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013


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little boy
sees strange shadows
lurking in garage

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 27) - Garage.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


let me sleep
within my cocoon
in peace

silk rain
on mulberry leaves
I wash my face

I play the flute
amid clouds of love
like butterfly

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem - Caterpillar.


brown closet
Lucy's guide to fantasy
welcome to Narnia

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 26) - Closet.


"YOU make me shop for YOU wedding, and now leave me dry like a xerophyte. Where is your HUMANITY? Can't you even get me a bottle of coke?"

This 140 Characters Fiction is shared with Succinctly Yours Week 101.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Dining Room

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spoons and forks
the dining orchestra
musicians at play

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 25) - Dining Room.


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"Truth or dare?" they asked in chorus, the wicked smile playing on their faces.

"Dare!" I replied, exuding plastic confidence.

Rahul, the self-proclaimed king of bravery, set the task, "What do you say, buddy, about a night trip down the abandoned bridge, all by yourself?"

Sweat beads trickled down my forehead as I remembered our adventure, rather our mis-adventure, last October, when I, along with Rahul and Suresh, had gone down the abandoned railroad bridge late at night in search of the source of the mysterious howls that wailed across the horizon as soon as the clock struck twelve.

I took a deep breath and gulped, "Agreed."

This 5 Sentence Fiction is shared with Five Sentence Fiction - Abandoned.

Sunday, February 24, 2013


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four year old
swims joyfully in bucket
dad knocking on door

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 24) - Bathroom.

Smile, Betrayed

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"Sometimes when I am alone, I cry," she looked at me, her eyes moist, betraying the smile that she had adorned all this while.

My heart went out to her, as I resisted the urge to hold her tight and hug her so that she could find some solace in the pulsating beats of my heart which swayed in rhythmic motions, dancing in its own free world with the blue veins and red arteries.

As I slowly walked towards the door, I realized that this was probably the last time I was seeing her; perhaps, she understood it too. Brushing her fingers against her moist cheeks, she said "Each love has its own destiny, Rick. Do not regret, 'cause we all are slaves to our fate."

I couldn't face her anymore. Like a coward, I ran out of her house towards my car. I didn't even care to turn back, to check if she was still carrying that deceptive smile which used to hide her pain and anguish most of the time.

Four years evaporated in a flash. I turned on the engine and forced my left foot on the accelerator. As the clouds of dusts gathered around my Sedan, I tried to locate her silhouette in the rear view mirror; she wasn't there.

I raced home. My wife and kids were waiting for me to celebrate my birthday.

This Micro-Fiction is shared with Carry On Tuesday.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


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secrets shared
amid muted tears
in bedroom

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 23) - Bedroom.

Confessions - I Lie To You

Confessions -
I lie to you
At times when
Truth becomes heavier
Pulling me towards
The isle
Of fear where
The sun refuses to rise
And the moon
Sleeps behind dusty
Clouds all day in
Muted mockery
Testing the tides
That ebb of a once fertile hope
Now hurls
Tiny stones towards
My sand castles
That succumb, and numb
From pain, past and present
Threatening the smiles
That shine on
My horizon

I lie to you

This Poem is shared with Theme Thursday and the Prompt is Confessions.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Living Room

living room
narrates a hundred stories
besides fireplace

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 22) - Living Room.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Turquoise Ring

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turquoise ring
swims in the lake
with swans

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 21) - Turquoise.

The Hurdle

As I walk towards the vines entwined across the fence, I remember how we curled up in love on the moist grass that rainy afternoon, tears exchanged with the tip of our tongues as we bathed in the fragrance of pristine serenity.

We disobeyed the fence at times, stealing long awaited celestial moments with the stars invading our privacy.

However, we never made promises; rather, we walked our separate ways, either side of the white fence, that symbolized the barrier that had always existed between us.

The fence stands majestically even today. Can I cross the hurdle one last time?

This 100 Word Fiction is shared with Friday Fictioneers.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

White Rose

white rose
blooms in my garden
amid thorns

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 20) - White.


You can shout as much as you want, but the truth is my friend, you got to go. Thanks for the smiles, and the wounds. You made me weaker, and stronger. However, the time has now come to start a new chapter. Memories need to be erased. A better life waits just around the corner.

This 55 words Micro-Fiction is shared with Picture It And Write.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Blue Bird

blue bird
sings to me
her story

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 19) - Blue.

A Woman Was Eating A Roll

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A woman was eating a roll
Hungry after a long day's stroll
It tasted delicious
Her dieting, fictitious
She gobbled some more, losing control.

This Limerick is shared with Limerick-Off Monday.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Her Green Eyes

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her green eyes
flutters to his smile
answering love

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 18) - Green.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Just Like That

Haiku and poems keep me busy these days, and yes, there's my work too ... I mean my means of bread and butter and everything else ...

Not to forget my two other passions ... playing my guitar and reading novels ... leaving me very little time to write about me in this blog.

Anyways, it's almost 9 months since I started this blog ... yes, N-I-N-E ... truly unbelievable, keeping in mind how lazy I used to be whenever the thought of writing crossed my mind ... yes, I loved dreaming, but not writing, and perhaps that's one reason which justifies the fact that I had written only 3-4 poems before I started this blog last May.

But then again, a friend of mine kept on pushing and insisting me that I come up with a blog and start writing ...

Finally, her constant ranting forced me to start this page that has now become as dear to me as my life ... Thank you Dark Angel for continuously getting on my nerve and eating my head almost everyday, urging me to start a blog of my own !!!

Blogging made me smile among tears, and laugh with the million stars (ok, let's not get too philosophical now).

I am glad to have received all your love and support in this journey till date ... your comments always motivate me and inspire me to write on and on.

I am glad to have come across brilliant writers whose words really struck my a chord.

I am glad to have made innumerable friends who share the same love for writing as I do.

And, I am glad to be a part of this world with all of you :-)

There have been good times, and bad times, and good times again, but that's how life goes ... achievements and losses come in cycles, so never let your feet off the pedals; success might be running towards you ... why not give it a chance?

One of my favorite moments of 2012 was the selection of my short story "The Last Note" in the Penguin anthology "Love Stories That Touched My Heart." It gave me the confidence and the faith that made me believe "Yes, I can write too."

And it wouldn't have been possible without this blog and without all of your support.


I have several plans related to my writing, and with amazing friends like you by my side, I sure can achieve them.

Your suggestions always matter. I love your appreciations, and would try to work on my weaknesses based on your criticisms. Your words are valuable, and help me learn.

Ok, now I got to get back to work. Do take care, and keep writing.

And as always, Live your Life and Love Your Life.

Black Stains

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black stains
she reads false promises
on humid letter

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 17) - Black.

In My Life

in my life
pages burn with thorns
once adorned with petals
now naked, shameless
steering the ship
on a journey long lost
questions that answer
with concocted lies
in the midst of whirlpool
an oceanic fire
the demons rise
one, two, three and a thousand
shadowing the horizon
with ugly stares
that darken the nights
of fear and tear
and I run
and run
in cylindrical maze
sinking in the abyss
where truth unfolds
and hope unfurls

darkness brings light
where I stand up
and learn to fight

This Poem is shared with

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Red Petals

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red petals
drowned in tears
a love lost

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 16) - Red.

Morning Glories

morning glories
wake up the sun
stars seek nectar

silver tree
a blue bird sings
morning glories

morning glories
peep through my window
I smile

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem and the Prompt is Morning Glory.

Friday, February 15, 2013


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sun swims
in orange lake
with ducks

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 15) - Orange.


I cherished the sunset as you hid the flowers behind your teenage frame, enticing me to the scent of the blooming reds.

However, over the years, I couldn't feel the same aromatic essence of roses; perhaps I missed the scent of your freshly bathed body, the wet hair sticking out from under your cap, lurking somewhere in the distant corner.

I look at the sun today and it's hidden behind the clouds, of shame, despair and loss.

Ten years without you and the world has started rotating without me; can't you see how much I yearn for you?

I muster grit and dial his number.

This 5 Sentence Micro-Fiction is shared with Five Sentence Fiction and he Prompt is Cherish.

Thursday, February 14, 2013


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paper boat
lost in sea
searches for harbor

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (Feb 14) - Harbor.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Shade Tree

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under this shade tree
we sing hundred songs of rain
and you collect clouds

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 13) - Shade Tree.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Shades Of Stars

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shades of stars
race across the wood
I stop by and gaze

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 11) - Woods.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Morning Glory

morning glory
peeps over the fence
inviting dawn

morning glory
she baths in its aroma
purple fragrance

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem and the Prompt is Morning Glory.


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rainbow blooms
outside my window
I catch stars

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo - February 10 (Garden).

And There You Are

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Somewhere down the line
I retrace my path
And there you are.

Moments of tears
Smiles and fears
Somewhere down the line.

Running behind time
My words fail to rhyme
I retrace my path.

Love and trust
Brown eyes of thirst
And there you are.

PSThis is a poem in the cascade form, where each line of the first stanza is used in sequence as the ending line of succeeding stanzas, line one ending the second, line two the third, etc.

Saturday, February 09, 2013


through my window
I spot the blue glacier
waltzing with the moon

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 9) - Glacier.


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if heart wasn't red
I would paint it happily
with colors you sing

cars screech
no time to speed
green turns red

red turns green
move on those gears

long red nails
silently caresses skin
stars unite

some stars fall
shatter dreams of glass
red blue black

red marching ahead
six soldiers follow suit
that's a rainbow

swirling red
through thick thorns
rose blooms

This Haiku is shared with Haiku Heights and the Prompt is Red.

Riveting Incredible Plot

Riveting and incredible! Yes, that’s how I would like to describe the plot of Mukul Deva’s new novel – RIP. Set against the backdrop of corruption and scams, the novel provides you with a hard hitting edge-of-the seat thriller that leaves you asking for more, yet satisfying your nerves with the final conclusion as you pace through the last few pages of the book.

Mukul Deva is an alumnus of La Martiniere College, Lucknow, the National Defense Academy, Pune and the Indian Military Academy, Dehradun. He was commissioned into the Sikh Light Infantry of the Indian Army. He served in the Indian Army for fifteen years, having vastly experienced combat operations in India and abroad. He is now settled in Singapore where he works as an entrepreneur, motivational speaker and an executive, business and creativity coach. He is also a Mentor on the United Nations Institute of Training and Research Afghanistan Fellowship.

Mukul Deva is currently India’s leading writer of military thrillers, and reading his books you realize why the term "leading" has been associated with him. Just like his previous bestsellers, most notably the Lashkar series, Deva manages to grab your attention from the very first page of this novel. The book starts with a bunch of ex-army commandos, better known as the K-team, spurred by a common goal to clean the country of its corrupt leaders, take charge and terminate three of them as part of a well executed plan. The group calls themselves as the RIP – Resurgent Indian Patriots, threatening to kill the wrong doers who have plundered the nation for long, one by one, if the Government doesn't pay heed to their demands. Their demand is simple and straightforward, punish the corrupted leaders and govern the nation with honesty and integrity. However, quite expectantly, their demands fall flat on deaf ears, and the people behind the power are more eager to get the RIP out of their way than punishing those who have illegally stashed up cash and properties through innumerable scams and frauds. What happens thereafter traces the story to its ultimate climax of heart racing and pulsating finale.

In the midst of all these talks of freeing the nation from corruption and providing justice to the citizens of the country, also lies a heart warming love tale that tugs right at your heart – strings. The love between two of the protagonists is simple and subtle, ably managing to bring out that smile from the curve of your lips as you scurry through the tension-filled pages. The tension of war, and love, keeps your attention glued right through the end, as this page turner doesn't let you keep the book for even a few seconds.

Needless to say, my cup of tea went cold as its warm fragrance failed to divert my attentions from the pages of this splendid thriller.

Even when I finished the book, I picked it up again and again to gaze at the magnificent cover that adorns this novel. True to his style, Mukul Deva doesn't disappoint, but instead takes us out on an exciting roller coaster ride through his speedy words.

The characterization is perfect. The portraits of Krishna, Raghav and Reena are perfectly painted, providing numerous shades to these protagonists. We live with them, smile with them, breath with them, and love with them. All in all, this book is as perfect as it could get.

I would suggest RIP to everyone. It should be a must-read for all of you.

Final Verdict – RIP (Read It Please).

Thank You Blog Adda for providing me with the wonderful opportunity to review this book.

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Friday, February 08, 2013


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resurgent love
carves sculptures tonight
hiking with haiku

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 8) - Hiking.

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Wednesday, February 06, 2013


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this dawn
startled the moon
hidden behind the clouds
waiting for the rooster's song
but alas, he heard none yet
the sun leaps out from the heaven
yawning and rubbing those golden eyes of ray
"where is the rooster?" they ask aloud in unison
they wait not for answers, they cry not for loss
the world races ahead, in all its luster and fanciful gloss

PS: This is a form of poetry where the first line has 2 words, the second line has 3, third line has 4 and so on.   

This Poem is shared with Verse First - One Word At A Time.

Fish And Rice

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fish and rice
farmer licks his fingers
a hearty meal

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 6) - Rice.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013


"Dad, what's the formula for not losing your balance?"

"There's no formula son. Just have faith on yourself, and you will never fall down."

This 140 Characters Micro-Fiction is shared with Succinctly Yours - Week 98.

Fresh Vegetables

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fresh vegetables
green yellow red white
adorn the market

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 5) - Vegetables.


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she returns
filling the vacuum
joyful embrace

little boy
completes his homework
joyful giggle

childhood friend
relive lost memories
joyful laughter

mother's pride
her son flies high
joyful tears

his eyes closed
seeking nirvana divine
joyful bliss

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem and the Prompt is Joyful.

New Dawn, Again

a few coins
enough for survival
smile in his eyes

desolate figure
weary of hunger
counts the stars

a shooting star
time for the last wish
he finds none

fake promises
he swallows his tears
makes not a fuss

miserable world
bound by selfishness
he walks alone

scattered dreams
encased in frail bust
too scared to lose

sweet dew drops
hold on to rosy petals
he looks at the bee

brows straight
he searches for nectar
with the bee

time passes
his interest fades
thirst rises

prove to me
that you exist, he shouts
towards the heaven

rain God
lets go of the rein
clouds obey

faith restored
he walks back his path
new dawn, again

This Haiku is shared with The Sunday Whirl.

Monday, February 04, 2013

Forgetful Bride

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forgetful bride
cooks dinner without spices
husband gulps water

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 4) - Spices.

Sunday, February 03, 2013


I taste cheese
smeared on her lips
candle flickers

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo (February 3) - Cheese.

Flaming Torch

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Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past
Dreams are yours to be nurtured
Tears aren't meant to last.

Share this joy of today
Breathe the new air of hope
Believe in what you do and say
Hold on tight to your guiding rope.

Learn to live and smile tonight
Embrace the dawn on your porch
Never lose yourself and your sight
You are the bearer of the flaming torch.

This Poem is shared with Carry On Tuesday.

Saturday, February 02, 2013

Chirpy Wings

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chirpy wings
cranes her neck out
welcome to the world

This Haiku is shared with NaHaiWriMo(February 2) - Eggs.

Staff, Walking Stick

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old man
climbs the hill
on walking sticks

little boy
chases blue cat
holding the staff

a mother's love
child's walking stick
teaching life

king's staff
broken in pieces
loses power

magical faith
parts the red sea
staff of hope

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem and the Prompt is Staff, Walking Street.