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The doctor had spoken. Aman’s aspirations were shattered.

He picked up a book.

Dream“, he read out loud, “dreams turn into thoughts.”

He picked up a pen.


RIP Abdul Kalam sir. Your inspiration is immortal.



Your face gleaming in the first rays of the sun

bronze, yellow, tinged with colours

watching waves run to us, oblivious to hours

We scout our beach for shells

that would remind us of that one day

where sands of time and tides of joy

were ours to breathe in-

Breathe in solitude

of each other’s presence..

Fairy Tale


I’m going to write some verse

On who and what I am

And oh the very thought

Makes me want to jig and jam


Will I write of the time

when the starfish came to visit

or when I taught the birds to pray

and the frogs to go ribbit?

I think I’d rather tell you

of the mountain tops I climbed-

the flying fish that sang for me

the passing clouds that sighed-

When I danced on the moon and

the flowers bloomed and beamed

and the woodpecker took a bow

and the earthworms all cheered.


For will you not prefer the me

who lives in dreams of magic showers-

than the one with eyes open

in the singeing burn of hours?