36 Shades Of Red

Don’t We all Deserve to be Free From Conventional Norms atleast when we are truthfully Speaking to ourselves?

The first of poems entitiled ‘Joys of Jiva’ echoes the ephemeral and eternal elations of a seemingly short, sweet existence that melts like a cube of sugar in the mouth. The second group of poems ‘Sobs from Shoka’ is the better half of the former, balancing the smiles with sniffles of a seemingly distraught, sour and meaninglessly long life that we plod along, hoping desperately that a sweet centre might be present within this bitter fruit. The third bunch, named as ‘Mahila Manifesto’ depends on which way you profess to look at it-through the cynical censorious eyes of a chauvinist or with the cool consideration of an indifferent citizen of this largely self-seeking world.