Wander Bay

Let's just say, I have been someone who never believed in the word called love. Don't get me wrong, as the manifestations of love and its forms are multiple, and that I know and reckon that -- like the love between a daughter and her parents, the love that exists between two sisters or siblings, friends and relatives and the like. But although all that, I wasn't still sure of the love between a man and a woman that the advertising companies exploit so much and feed on, that the deo, greeting card, diamond, cake companies, archies and 'you name it' thrive on. It was an absurdity to me - falling in love with a man; a man who I can proudly call mine. And myself, his. As many around me, committed and bonded, spoke of their better halves in pink words or as I saw, PDAs in full throttle on roads and parks, I had still no hopes whatsoever, that my better half did exist. And sooner, may be violins did start sounding in the background, along with saxophones as sta...

I wrote a book. Yes. I published the damn thing. I wanted to publish a book in so long a time trust me, the wait was fair enough.  It is a collection of short stories . and these stories might NOT be the best in the world. You might find them really weird . However, they might touch a chord with you somewhere, because I wrote it with my heart strands. And as for the book, love is the base on which it's been made. Fair enough, right? Wish me Luck! Buy it here  if you'd love to! 

Evening skies and City Palace, Jaipur

Why did you leave me just like that? I wanted to meet you, see you and learn your Love. You were just there but now so you are gone; I wished I saw you breathing and alive. Just as my fingers tap my collarbones, And I keep wishing that the moments came back when your love treaded time and tide, seeping into lives and touched ‘em with your warm soul. Your smile and your strength that drove all of us, But just withered like pollens into the air; yet I’m hopeful for the days later where your passion blooms into golden sunflowers. The way you wrote; I was mesmerized Your pains went unnoticed: the world is faulty I feel nice reading through your words, suffused with swollen memories; sure guilty. Bestow on me oh lovable, the air you carried, I’m just a meager awed at your stoic and strength; I feel my heart pounding in your memory, And the pang of loss that brings me to agony.