Index

Type	Title (with Link to text)	Video/ Audio Link	Last Updated	Status
Novel	Jokes		27 Apr 2017
Novel	What matters most		27 Apr 2017
Short Story	Apsara		24 Apr 2017
Short Story	Last Chance		24 Apr 2017
Short Story	Precious		24 Apr 2017
Short Story	The beat of my heart
Short Story	The Tryst
Novel	The Adventues of Pickwick Peters : Darjeeling Dandelion
Novel	Daddy Cool
Hip Hop	Miss Sunshine : Hip Hop
Blues	Blue: Blues	Blue
Hip Hop	Girl : Hip Hop
Salsa	Lamha: Salsa	Lamha
Ghazal	Khwaab: Ghazal	Khwaab
Ballad	Nasha: Ballad
Children Song	Muskaan: Children Song
Poem	Kali: Poem
Ballad	Aao Na: Ballad
Novel in Verse	Madhumati
Novel	Love you Mommy
Novel	Into the mist
Novel	Something's gotta give
Novel	Sweet Rain
Novel	The Odyssey
Novel in Verse	That Funny Feeling
Novel	Innamorata
Novel	Mascarenha: A Tale of Two Ditzies
Novel	Margherita: A Tragic Love Affair
Novel	Casa Morea: A Raemans

Apsara

She was a mere mortal on the firmament
On the astral plane she was divine
If the gods so wish to make it permanent
Her beauty in the heavens be enshrined 

There is a bright light, almost blinding suddenly drenching me and I am rising up through the air as if lifted by the spirits themselves. I hear divine music and voices calling my name, "Come, Estrella, come with us far above where you belong". As I rise up, I feel the wind in my face, and I am swirling in whisps of cotton candy floss clouds that seem to dance around me in a vortex swallowing me at will and then spitting me out with equal vehemence.

What matters most

Of all the things I adore,

And hold close to my heart.

You would make the list,

In fact you are where I start.

As a child, I was fascinated by mundane things like waking up to a songbird wondering whether it was a thrush, or the morning lark, or the mynah, singing about god's glory and everything underneath the sun. I would break up into fits of laughter when Momma tickled me silly, not knowing what was happening, and how her fingers running up and down my body could make me squeal with joy and yet revelling under her touch like a wound up doll

Last Chance

Does there exist destiny

Do I believe in fate

You seem like such a mystery

I wish there was no last date

I hold a cigarette nervously in my child like hands, twirling it and then putting it softly to my lips, taking a drag, and suddenly I am lost in a haze. I wonder if she will be there today. Its been a few months since the first time I set my eyes on Aisha, and it was love at first sight. Her name made me always come up with the the song in my mind, 'Comme si je ne existe pas .... Aisha Aisha Ecoute Mois, Aisha, Aisha regardez moi'.

Precious

If I had to take one thing

To heaven with me

Its you I would bring

Who else could it be

"Wake up presh, rise and shine", I heard dad's voice in my slumber, and much to my chagrin, I just remembered that it was Monday. I am Priscilla, and my dad calls me Presh, short for Precious lovingly.

 

He takes me and cuddles up with me before settling down in his rocking chair and putting me on his belly.  He nudges me playfully with his beard and it feels so ticklish, I get my wake up call. I open my eyes lazily, rubbing my eyes gleefully and say to him, "Oh, dad, can I sleep for another 15 minutes. The sun is not completely out yet, is it"?

The beat of my heart

The world is quiet asleep

I can hear your heart beat

My heart skips one or two

Knowing all I know of you

I still remember that night, it was friday, kickstarting the weekend, three of us from the office, Sameer, I and Ira decided to hit the new discotheque in town - cloud nine. It was simmering outside and waiting in the long queue of people outside the club I noticed a really pretty girl in front of me.

The Adventures of Picwick Peters : Darjeeling Dandelion

Darjeeling Dandelion

I grew up in Assam
A boy on a tea bagaan
A drama, a mystery, an adventure
Is what all day I care for

I am pickwick peters, but before I begin to introduce myself, let me introduce you to my faithful and loveable companions. First and foremost comes hero my adorable thoroughbred, a genuine stallion crossbred between Mustangs from America and Rustoms from Indian Maharajas.

Daddy Cool

The wonder years 

When I grow up, ripe and old

I am gonna be just like dad

I'll farm and keep mum company

For all that can be had  

"Mario, are you coming home", his mother's voice called out from inside the kitchen. My dad had always been an outdoor kind of a person, right from the time he grew up as a child. He would scamper away from his house at the slightest of opportunities presenting itself in front of him to sneak away into the woods, or the backyard, or the park. He had a penchant for exploring little things that seemed inconsequential to most.

Blue : Blues : Video

Miss Sunshine : Hip Hop

Miss Sunshine

Kohl in your eyes

Hiding Big Blue Skies

Sweet Sugar and Spice

You're my Miss Sunshine