Sunday 10 February 2013

Deadlocked


A finger taps and then another
Recalling all you ever did, said, taught
The ear-piece lying astray gawks at me
Mocking my feeble advances and aggressive tears
Sunshine yellow and pristine white
A few dresses untouched, cursed
Burn them, do I?
That coffee table across the café cries
Asks me to leave
“You don’t belong here” as if it yelled
And I dragged my feet outside
Head hung low, abreast the nasty wind
I walk, keep walking, still walking
..And yet never walked past by.


Thursday 7 February 2013

Debut Novel

Speaking about my debut novel 'Red is for Love, Black is for Kohl'  tomorrow at the World book fair, Pragati Maidan!

Venue: Hall 1 A
Time: 5.00 PM- 6.00 PM
Event hosted by Lifi Publications.

Drop by?

http://www.newdelhiworldbookfair.gov.in/authorscorner.php