A blow of wind was enough to shake her up
But it was the storm that kept her still
A blink of light could fire up her dreams
But it was all dark when she kept crawling

When it approached to her she hesitated
Stepped back and forth in the aisle of dubiety
But When it stayed she held it in her grip
And it slipped as swift as feather of Robin …

When it went off she paused for a while
Staying at the same spot she was
When it didn’t turn head back she knew
That moment was gone only for good…

She kept walking down the lane of life
Plucking and adorning in her bouquet
Every moment with pleasure n delight
Because each one was so precious to her…

Be a smile,

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.

War!!
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,

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
Supple,

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,

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

Alone,

Images fade away
Moments blurr off
People change
but
memories stay

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

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”

Book: I AM M- M- MUMBAI
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’

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.