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The Stalker: Review

Book: The Stalker
Author: Sandeep Sharma
Publication: Redgrab books & Anybook
Pages: 143

Dear readers,

This is a story from the writer of ‘The Coin’ and ‘Hey dad! Meet my mom’, Sandeep Sharma.


tearing off bodies from souls
Shedding blood and flesh
Ashes of grief hanging over the air
And sorrow running through veins

Misery and pain, loss or gain
Stepping over lifeless bodies
Of the one’s with gleeming faces
Fuming hopes,

What if…

Sometimes I think,
What if, I had spawned this world?
Though it sounds utter stupid, but I do…
What if, I had created this world?
Abysmal cogitations surround me
what it would be like?

Without gloom and anguish
Faces of mirth and hopes
Lacking thorns and spines

Closed doors

Black of the blue challenging my fears
Scaring my essence to tremble
As i walked down the lane, stumbling
I was all alone and moreover a girl

I brushed aside the growing worries
Pulling up the socks of courage
And stepped ahead in the darkest
Eerie of silence growling out loud

Dogs were howling at distance
Tearing off the sky apart
Stones in my feet were testing me
But I didn’t turn around to have a sight

As I crossed the circle for my lane
A hushed sigh of relief escaped
A whistle of familiarity braced me
I was close to my home now

A meak figure grew closer slowly
And a shadow made its way to me
A familiar face welcomed me
But something was surreal about

He reached his hand to grab me
He clutched the fists I had ready
But the pepper dropped down
The way I was shattered on ground

He hovered around me tight n close
Few more Hawks were in approach
Prey was caught,


I walked through the lane
Holding your breath
In chilling winters
Passing through
the same old palm tree


Memories stay

Images fade away
Moments blurr off
People change
memories stay


They do, inspite
One erase them
Throw e’m in junk
Hide in shelves


” Am i wrong ” ?

Present day:

Rubbing his damp palms he answered,” I am his son”. His lids fluttered like butterfly. But their efforts couldn’t dry off the wetness that had risen up in his eyes. A lanky police constable adjusted his position on the chair. “What did you see when you come back”

I am m- m- Mumbai: Review

Author: Rishi Vohra
Publisher: Vishwakarma Publications
Pages: 190

Dear readers,

This is the review for the third book in account of author, Rishi Vohra. After his previous books, ‘once upon the tracks of Mumbai’

An incident

In the middle of night:

Her eyeballs wobbled focusing on the clock hung across the wall. The ghost dark room was creepily silent. Rhythemic beat of tic-toc and glowing radium of needles paced up her nerves. It flashed 2 a.m.This was not the first time she had woken up in the middle of her sleep.

The scariest word

Death, a word scariest of all…
Inspires me
Not to die before it comes
To take me back home
Not to die before I carve
My step behind

Death, an emotion as chilling it be…