Mohit and The Magician – A Play in One Act.

Pre-reminiscence: This is a play written by me for a recent children’s drama festival a couple of months ago. I wouldn’t call this as my first play, but the first completed one. I have nothing to say about it except what’s already told in it. I wish you’d enjoy it! Characters: A Magician Mohit –…

Indra’s Aaromale #2 – A Love Story of Library, Verses and Dying Eye-Lids.

“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) She found me roots of relish sweet,       And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said—       ‘I love thee true’. She took me to her Elfin grot,       And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there…

కహ్లీల్ గిబ్రాన్ “The Prophet” – అనువాదం, తెలుగులో – #2

మీ మనసుని ఇచ్చిపుచుకొండి, కానీ అది బందికానా అవ్వకూడదు. ప్రకృతి మాత్రమే మీ మనసుకి నిజమైన యజమాని.

గుడి స్తంభాలు అన్నీ కలిసి గోపురాన్ని నిలబెట్టినా, విడిగానే కదా నిలుచున్నాయి? ఒక మర్రిచెట్టు నీడల్లో మరో మర్రిచెట్టు ఎదగలేదు కదా!

Indra’s Aaromale #1 – A Love Story of Cockroaches, Cigarettes and Curly Chest-Hair.

“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         Alone and palely loitering?  The sedge has withered from the lake,         And no birds sing.  O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         So haggard and so woe-begone?  The squirrel’s granary is full, …

కహ్లీల్ గిబ్రాన్ “The Prophet” – అనువాదం, తెలుగులో – #1

ప్రేమ ప్రేమను తప్ప మరొకటి ఇవ్వదు. ప్రేమ ప్రేమను తప్ప మరి ఏదీ తీసుకోదు. ప్రేమ ఎవ్వరినీ బలవంతముగా ఆవహించదు, లేక ఎవ్వరిచేతా ఆవహింపబడదు. ప్రేమ ప్రేమగా ఉంటే అంతే చాలు.

The Digital and Emotional Dependency in The Modern Era

Now, let us assume that the ideals and idea of self-confidence is also a skill. Then, let us have a mock-conclusion, from our basic level observations, that this skill of being self-confident is highly lacking in this day’s average human-being.

The Faded Leaves of Freedom – Dystopian Diaries #2

When has the world lost its meaning and when has the last poet lived? These are clueless questions which didn’t even babble over the minds of mindless post-humans who led their lives in the aimless refute of LIFE. The past order and harmony has gone. The nature and its love has vexed. The sun has gone merciless and the gases that infuriate him were hovering around the once precious, life-filled planet of this solar system.

The Living Castle of Garodas #1 – The Dead Awakens.

Foreword: These days, it is highly boring that everything’s normal, for, once it was not so. Actually, when you have a wife of a really rare history, you would better understand that, believe me. When we first came to this town, the town of Dwaraka – oh, not the one of Krishna in Gujarat, no,…