Cascade of poems and Rivulets of fiction

'OPTIMISM UNVEILED', a poetry book by me published by Notion Press , Chennai will be available in International Book Festival, Kochi. The book has ten chapters catering to every taste namely Ode, Nature, Romance, Trauma, Festivals. History, Journey, Poetic tales, Environment, Peace. People of Kochi and South India, enjoy Christmas with 'Uno' alien from Saturn, read 'An Ode to Kalam', the greatest teacher of the world, feel the repentance of Ashoka and the prisoners will to be free through the expression of dance. A book reinventing poetry with the message to pursue positivity to face adversity. Here comes 'OPTIMISM UNVEILED FOR YOUALL. Date- November 29th to December 8th Stall no- 1,2& 17,18 Venue-Ernakulathappan Grounds Kochi. 

Standing tall, Against Hibiscus, Wonders Sun, How long will I survive, If Hibiscus die, The heat I generate will be futile, Whom to nurture, With my warmth, Whom to enlighten, With my light, Strength will be obscure, Darkness will prevail, Obliterating Vision, To define the horizon, My meeting point, With water; my soul, To hold the Universe intact, With forces undefined, I cry and cry, With resonating OM, To be heard, To be re-discovered, to thrive.

Sunrays pale, Clouds resonate, Wind blows, Summons the rain to follow, Wavering are the leaflets of neem , In frenzy, raindrops leave their surface, On the canopy of Korobi, Pink florets of which shake in tandem, With the bursting crimson of hibiscus, An ecstatic calmness evolves, Surrender to the surroundings, A sound I perceive, Humming in consonance with the self, A talk begins, Search and search, The truth behind existence, A life transcending sufferings, Quest of which begins in silence, In the process of initiation, A seeker; who am I? What purpose do I fulfill….

Red planet I am, It was not so, a million years ago, I was as beautiful as the Earth, The blue planet inundated with sea green hue; life blossoming under water and on land, I am jealous. I am denuded and dry, The mountains bear,  The remnants of  fresh water lakes, Life was about to evolve, My joy knew no bounds, An explosion from no where, I saw red far and wide. I am barely alive, Following habitual pattern, Revolving around the Sun. My eyes sparkle, Whenever I am closer to the Earth, Devouring snow capped mountains,  rivers, freshwater lakes and greenery What I could never understand   was the dynamics of motion? Until I encountered,  A meteor flying towards me, I supposed,  The end was inevitable, To my wonder, It was revolving around me, I could feel,  The waves revitalizing every element, With the passing of time, Many more were encircling me, Made me think,...

Photo Credit: Sudip Bhattacharya Painting by Sejuti Biswas Your presence I feel When indigo rushes When darkness is a speck When train of waves gallop When they become the chariot When the Sun, on it, commands When warmth permeates into every sinew that respires When reflections are crystal clear each edifice is a pride When there is a uniformity   in non uniformity When moments are nurtured to be savoured to heal When distinction ends clouds become waves waves become clouds When miles are medley  of music Delving deep, the nectar rise Your presence is strengthened I feel,I feel...

I met him again in my forties through social media. I was taken aback. There was a drastic change. The skinny short timid boy in his teens had become a man with a sculpted body. That shy smile was no more shy but as bright as sunshine. It might have caused a few heartaches amongst opposite gender in his prime. Even at this juncture when burden of experiences had taken a toll, Sree listened to the chords, a different song urging her to be different, like the clouds searching for a rainbow. She wanted colour, dripping in red, yellow, orange, to change the grey canvas of her life. Ronojit Sen sat on a revolving chair resting his head against the head rest. His eyes were shut. Bows of radhachura and krishnachura bent downwards trying to reach the metalled road. Red petals were strewed on it. He was walking towards his school looking here and there to have a glimpse of Sree.  His Sree, two ponytails, each tied with a red satin ribbon, were bouncing as she rushed throug...

She came into the world, On the day of full moon, Black curls falling on her forehead, Brightness of moon pales, Fairness incomparable, Long eyelashes border, The blue viscous of her eyes, Black eyeballs dance to see, The world; her abode to experience, Love, pain, joy, disappointment. Fulfilment; a complete circle in essence. Her mother is petrified, A girl child once again, His ultimatum hammers, Diktat she has to follow, To murder her Purnima, A day old new born, Whose eager lips, Waiting for sustenance, The fountain of milk, Dimpled smile make her weak, A prayer to the demon for mercy, Blood oozes out from her lips, Purple is her face, Crippled with fear, A turmoil so intense. Purnima is naked, Sleeping on a charpoi, Freezing night, Even the stars hide, Bereft of tears, Waiting for her death, Agony of helplessness, Disdain and in shame, A listless existence, Whirlpool of thoughts, Tired, tired are the eyes, Drifting into sleep, Near the in...