Abhyuday (Villanelle)

    The sun had been setting softly at the bank of Daya... He, being overjoyed and basking in the victory, came out. The end of the day was casting its curtain over the field...   He holds, retraced and looked around over his victory-- The broken chariots, the carcass, the waving war flags... The... Continue Reading →

The Dream of My Assassination

The night was a starry one with the full moon in its majestic queen beauty. The wood, in the spring breeze, composed psithurism with dried leaves From the bygone winter rustling and hustling on the dry path-- While the young leaves tremble silently. Relaxed, serene was the night, as the hamlet was getting ready to go... Continue Reading →

A Triptych of Romance

The Act The young Captain stands straight,  his head held high,-- As enemy marched forward in rapid fast way towards the camp of his company. He gave the war cry "Bharat Mata ki jai"; the small troupe of forty joined in unison-- Sending chill down the spine in many of the enemy infantry--double of its... Continue Reading →

As The Valley Sleep That Night

She was tumbling in the bed--left to right; right to left. But, for more than once, she might had asked self-- or to the vacant that was surrounding her-- "where's the sleep had gone..." I don't know (for sure) 'cause I only saw she had been rolling in her bed-- in the moonlight. (I remember)... Continue Reading →

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