Body Talk

Hello guys
I simply couldn't stay without sharing this poem with you. Though this is only stanza 1,  the lines run with love.

Body of a rickshaw-puller

sweating gold through labour

moon-shine glisten of sweat streaming down

like prayed-for summer rain.

Chest heaving, mouth gasping

proud of the wrenched -out breath.

No one dares to call you a human quadruped, my brother

for my love has reached your heart

and in you I have discovered the language behind my lines.

Loving others is loving yourself

Hello Beautiful People, my previous blog said how you can capitalize by loving yourself and how to go about with this invaluable yet simple tool.Here I'll tell you more on this.

When you begin to love yourself, this feeling makes you be heard and seen by others. A time comes when we all desire to show others our work or our actions. 
This is the reason why many people do philanthropic work.
In your case, when you go out, you can throw a smile at the security man who has stayed awake guarding your building from negative forces. You can look at the shopkeeper who waits for customers to stop and buy some stationeries.

 The point is never say no to yourself because the world is beautiful.

Life is good.

Positive living

Hello you beautiful people.
Let me first wish you a very good morning. Then allow me to give you my first message, which is LOVE :)
Yes, Love. First love yourself, because by doing this you will create positive energy inside you. A feeling of well-being will gradually flow inside your beautiful body. Then very soon it will crawl into your mind and then fill your heart.
This is the first and foremost positive juice which detoxified the rishis and sages over the ages; and this will also detoxify you. Believe me, it's true.
This is what it does to me every morning, and it's this that embraces me and whispers, "Get up Bob. Time for another beautiful day."
I get up and start to continue writing the next pages of my new novel.
Isn't this a feeling of bliss? Isn't this finding heaven on earth?
Wait for my next note on positive energy from everyday life's little stories on the go.
Love you all :)

Finding inspiration

Inspiration is a quite an interesting word. No, it's a character by itself. As writers, we are perpetually looking out for inspiration. But we don't allow it to consciously play in our minds. It comes from anywhere.
Look around you, soak yourself to all that's taking part in their own way.
I was walking down an avenue of trees. When my eyes fell ahead at the tops of trees arching themselves, the arch resembled the door of my mother's main door. My mother had recently passed away and an occasional sad thought had been rising in my mind. Witnessing the arch ahead, my mind raced to my mother's flat now empty, filled with silence. However, the arch of the bent heads of the trees made me suddenly feel that my mother is there. and if she's there, then she's everywhere. Yes, her spirit lives in all that I see around.
I had suddenly got the inspiration to the poem I was desiring to compose. I drew out the pen and the notebook and, leaning against the wall of a closed shop, composed the lines of the poem. Yes, I would read this poem in the forthcoming SAARC International SUFI Conference I was a delegate to. I have named the poem,
               Mama, Don't Take This Badge Off Me

Return of the author

It's been quite a long time since I last scribbled in my blog. A lot happened in these months. But the lesser important news is my romantic novel, Lost, came out in ebook form from Bangkok Books & the paperback from Art Publishing, Kolkata.
The story is based in Bangkok, a love story between an Indian youth & a Thai girl.
The book was launched in the Arts House,  Singapore this July by AP Writers and Translators.

To write don't begin with writing novels, but begin with short stories. A few thoughts that come up can be jotted down in a notebook you carry. Remember to be human. So meet people, understand and feel their reactions. In brief, get involved.

The UNKNOWN

The unknown and the mysterious attracts me, and of late I've been coming across bizarre dreams of unknown people suddenly appearing in a mist and making an effort to tell me something, but somehow their words getting carried away by the wind by the time they could complete their sentence. This has been happening since several days.
This has drawn me to scribble their torn messages so that that a story line can be formed.