• I wish you were a sound clung to my throat,
    A pale yellow paint on the falling autumn leaves,
    A feathered ink pen to write a poem,
    A pair of worn out comfortable shoes.

    I wish you were a smile on the picture of Dorian Gray,
    A sleep in frost’s stopping by the woods,
    A pair of separated birds in tagore’s poem,
    A pair of eyes in solitary reaper.

    I wish you were the voice that made love everyday
    A fading mystical face for eternity to stay.

  • The seven colours of  rainbow
    Bears many tiers of  sorrow.
    They blend to form the white ray
    Of hope to stay.
    The many desires you seek
    Are found in prayers every week.
    I have weaved all seven
    As a bouquet of dream heaven.
    For you  darling, to merrily dance
    Whenever you take a lonely stance.

  • All of world is a stranger
    Bereft of their suffering.
    Traveling side by side
    Towards the illusion of a horizon.
    Plying from point to point
    In the search of a treasure chest.
    Prying into each others’ lives
    Lest they find a hidden clue.
    Wearing a devious smile
    As a solemn disguise.
    Underneath the grassland
    Lies an explosive coal mine.

  • Once in a blue moon
    you’ll shine like a moon.
    Your name will feature
    In a new species of lizard’s salient features.
    You’ll outshine a meteor shower
    For you’ll possess brighter power.
    An asteroid will shine in your name
    An icy mountain bearing your surname.
    Once in a blue moon year
    You get a befitting tribute, my dear.

  • Citizens of midnight
    Acquiring a nationality tonight.
    Sleeping in a nation at last
    Bereft of your troubles of past.
    Exchanging flags at the border
    Restoring the land in order.
    Little change that had crept in
    Stealthily takes you to an inn.
    Soundless sleep you’ll not sleep
    As a natural calamity sweeps.

  • Death had walked in stealthily.
    For one it knocked at dusk,
    For the other it belled at dawn.
    First one crept into the crematorium
    The other silently walked into the cemetery.
    Buried miles apart
    yet united by their part.
    Left to gaze at a distant star,
    Man and woman of science afar.

  • Remember  the young child roaming the streets of Maycomb with her brother and friend. Well, she has grown up to be a bigoted young lady. From Scout she has become Miss Jean Louise Finch, a relatively pleasant-looking lady with strong view points. She is in her 26th year fighting with the idea of married secure peaceful life of oblivion. Atticus Finch, now in his 72nd year is apprehensive of the changes occurring in the socio-political scenario of America. In their inner struggle to stand up for what they believe in, both Atticus and Scout have a sea of difference between them. They falter and fight with each other’s view yet they don’t fall apart. At one point Atticus even declares that he is a Jeffersonian Democrat. One who believes that people have to earn privileges. They have to reach a point where they can handle it. Deserve it. Scout on the other hand accuses him of not being a democrat. To which Atticus relents neither was Jefferson. (Atticus and Jean Louise’s argument makes wonder – Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck would be magnificent as the feisty daughter and old crippled gentleman respectively) While reading this particular chapter you realise in order to make a law feasible you need to prepare both the majority and minority of population. The difference would be made through a social struggle which can reach its zenith at the legal battle. Not the other way round. Another important point that this novel raises is the inner struggle of a person in times of turmoil. Times when you see  two contradicting person in yourself. Scout visualizes the same contradicting personalities in his septuagenarian father. One personality which made him defend a black man in court years ago. Another, which makes guard his own world from external changes and makes him a racist. Scout’s uncle Jack points out the existence of this contradiction in every man  by saying ” look at yourself, Jean Louise whom do you see?” Uncle Jack later makes the situation clear to Jean Louise. Makes her aware that this a solitary battle and she has to fight her own battle. The battle you fight with your own people are the hardest. ” Everyman’s  island, Jean Louise, everyman’s a watchman,his conscience. There is no such thing as a collective conscious.” This line aptly justifies the title of the novel. Jean Louise’s apprehension that she can’t survive in this atmosphere, in such hostility ; is cleared by Jack’s statement ” your friends needs you more when they are wrong than they are right”. Jack makes thing clear for Jean Louise stating ” prejudice, a dirty word and faith, a noble word have the same problem. they start where reason ends”. The heart-warming part of this novel is the little package of surprises. The character of Henry and Uncle Jack. Henry, Scout’s childhood  lifelong friend who expects to be her better half one day.  The same person she went on a date with at the age  of fourteen. The adolescent time when like other girls she was apprehensive of her figure. Henry saw through her then and now. He is absent in Scout’s summer holidays. Uncle Jack, Atticus’s brother who is a doctor and a Victorian english literature scholar. This character comes across as the instrument which clears the clutter of Jean Louise’s mind. Surprisingly, at the end you find out that Jack loved Atticus’s wife. Hence, he looked after her children as one of his. While “To kill a mocking-bird” enthralled and inspired us, its characters were one-sided. Quite unrealistic in nature. They lacked the struggle, the vitality , the spontaneity and the contradiction. Atticus was always  an upright righteous man. An icon to his children. His children, Jem and Scout were mischievous yet obedient.

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    In “Go Set A Watchman”, you get a deeper insight into the main characters, Atticus and Jean Louise. Their struggle, their vulnerabilities, their insecurities and their highs & lows. This novel provides a peep into a person’s struggle during changing times. All the while, it gives a realistic outlook towards society. Moreover, It provides a greater insight into the complexity of laws –  its checks and balance. The tiresome and uneasy job of a court – to upheld both human rights and the constitution. To bridge the social divide between the majority and the minority, the have’s and the have-nots’.

  • It’s been 25 years she is out of business. as she penned the last line she remembered her first customer. she met him 5 decades ago. she was 11, he was 24. she just onto her adolescent days, he just out of university. she was naive and raw while he was full of excitement and passion. it was raining heavily that day and she was busy cooking some eggplant delicacy. he was bored. he started inspecting the room. tucked somewhere he found a tattered notebook of irregular couplets. that day he found her. taught her to write poems. in their playfulness they created poems. gradually she became a lady and he ceased to be a lad. she was 21, he was 34. she have a new customer now. that was the age for trafficking and this for child bearing. those were the days of speed and this of stability. The poems still flooded the plains.

  • well articulated with appropriate picturesque pictures. quite informative

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    Bell Tower, St. Anastasia’s Cathedral

    Adriatic Coast, Zadar, Croatia

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    The rains have just stopped but the sky is still overcast with black rain clouds. Standing atop the Bell Tower in Zadar, Croatia, I admired the the blue Adriatic Sea, which looked even more bluer.

    Panoramic view of Zadar and Adriatic Sea from the Bell Tower of St. Anastasia’s Cathedral, Zadar Panoramic view of Zadar and Adriatic Sea from the Bell Tower of St. Anastasia’s Cathedral, Zadar

    The red titled rooftops of Zadra, which were drenched by rain just a few hours ago, had a sparkling effect.

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  • cloud covered sky. silence in the air. 2 sparrows communicating with each other. one sitting on a coconut tree. the other one on a barren tree. between them stood a lifeless wooden pole waiting to support the string which hangs washed clothes. the house has a deserted look today. her residents gone to another shore. the street lights falling on the veranda still reminds of some old lady’s young song, an old man’s withered face and the children’s idle prattle. it has been quite some time since someone drew irregular paintings on it’s wall. 2 score years long since. 2 score years since the riots.