The Hindu : Opinion / Interview : ‘Crime fiction is about social inequality’

Flash of future never recall its counterpart past As a watch man of a mortuary the poet craves for the moments that gone. Surge of ecstasies of the stadium emptied by the midnight moon Passing the truth of being here and there to the false of yet to come Not frustrating than a prayer repeated thousand times.

I call myself a scribbler who is happy to get some shining words which may have some meaning hopefully,I don't know. Words come like colorful children who are very excited to play anything after a long hours of classes.

2009 a drop in tens of thousand years....

With a gurgle it fades into the Magic Dustbin..