Pablo's Roots

Pablo's Roots is the story spanning into the past six ancestral roots of a Portuguese family beginning in a village in Lisbon in 1822. It talks about Savio who couldn't fulfil his passion of saiiling around the world, but injected the same fever into his son Paulo, who set sail and landed in West Bengal, India, from where he journeyed with his sailor friends into East Bengal. 

There Paulo starts a town called Mini Portugal and marries a Bengali beauty of a ruling lord. . Paulo's son Alfred takes up the responsibility of his father, marries, after which he and his family face adventure during the British Raj. 

They escape and take refuge in Calcutta in West Bengal where his son Pancratius and Albert organise a group to fight the British-made famine who are bent to torture the Indians. 

The story is studded with dark family secrets, magic reality, paranormal activities and bizarre turn of events along with catastrophes dressed as fire, disease, earthquake, attack by robbers, scheming and other till the present day Pablo captured into the modern-day world.

Jill and Jack

Jill and Jack

This is the story of two people unknown to each other, yet known. 

The young man writes whatever the young woman sees though they have no contact with each other. Both have a strong urge to meet each other, and when they do in strange circumstances, they instantly fall in love. Now their life's only ambition is to share their curiously common characteristics. 

In their strong desire for each other, certain doors shut, while some others open.

Love and Life in a Changing City

Love and Life in a Changing City: Love between a teacher and a student, with various different yet mysterious and eerie dreams that both see separately but with one common connection in each dream.
Sometimes connecting each other through mind location, each connection leads them closer to their quest for their own identity, but not before they view the needs and wants of people of a developing city driving these people into a bizarre world of love, sex and perversion, and after which the pair of lovers come face to face to a shocking revelation of their own identity.

This book is edited and ready, and is awaiting representation.

Fore and Hind Sleep

Fore and Hind Sleep: A woman who sleepwalks into people's future, and fragments of their future add up to contribute to her life story of love for her female friend, dark family secrets, hard struggle in the day to day life, and in the midst of all these becoming successful in her life's dream. The story takes place in the backdrop of the Indo-Pak War of 1971.

This book, ready, edited and in complete form, is a literary fiction with dreams and magic reality thrown here and there.

What Will You Say

What will you say

if i edit this world

remove its pains

fill it with gunpowder instead

resurrect Benjamin Moloise

from his 15-year old grave

and with his steel grit

make him explode the dynamite

and blow up the social injustice

from your land.

for oppression is a paper wall

that can be torn apart

and its effigy burnt by peacehunters...

what will you say

if i edit you,

remove your disloyalty,

fill you with gunpowder instead,

resurrect my high-nerved mind

and with my steel grit

explode the dynamite

and blow up the social injustice from your heart

even if you are a citizen

of this world,

my love,

my joy, my sorrow,

my man or woman, 

my son or daughter,

my father or mother,

my president or minister. 

New Celebration

Please do not come to visit me
i'm already tired of nightingales singing newsongs
i'm on the hunt for funeral birthdays
for moonbeams are romantic no more
they are as lethal as George Bush's smiles

leave them untouched
let them play their play-boy games
Rajneesh style

remain unspent
touched by the waters of a worn-out waterfall

dank your nails but not your toes
puncture your heart but not soul

let not Buddha come and disturb my pillow.

Christening

Remembrance of bygone days

have the smell of dusk-rain

the smell of sun-washed sea-waves

the summer sun that wept red

behind the tattered purple hills

of ageless sorrows

hidden in the voice of their roots

when I left my woman

and walked the streets

alone at twenty.

A helpless old man

lay sprawled beside the water-front

with twenty bullet holes in his body.

The spell-bound sky arched westwards

with cool early storm-clouds

somewhat like the day

clouds of protest gathered in my hair.

that was the day I came across I

and was christened protector of the weak

in his inn.