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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAuthor is a marine Chief Engineer. Born in Rohtak, Haryana India. He has been sailing at seas serving merchant vessels all around the world for more than two decades. This work, “ANKAHI”, which means “UNTOLD”, is a result of last 5 years, mostly while at work on ships. The rustic past and upbringing early on in village life, keeps touching the book in most places. Vast travels because of career in merchant navy too have impacted the intense thoughts spilling over in form of poems. Deep rooted spirituality of the author is reflective in many places of this book. As per tRead More...
Author is a marine Chief Engineer. Born in Rohtak, Haryana India. He has been sailing at seas serving merchant vessels all around the world for more than two decades. This work, “ANKAHI”, which means “UNTOLD”, is a result of last 5 years, mostly while at work on ships. The rustic past and upbringing early on in village life, keeps touching the book in most places. Vast travels because of career in merchant navy too have impacted the intense thoughts spilling over in form of poems. Deep rooted spirituality of the author is reflective in many places of this book. As per the author the past must not be ignored as it serves as a guide to good future. Born first of two sons of parents Dharampal Deswal a literature professor and an exponent of Hindi and Sanskrit, mother Sukhdevi a teacher too. Childhood stories in rural past and close knit joint families have shaped up the psyche of the author, as narrated by him. Long periods of isolation from society and family does effect a sailor, the book bears the marks of those days at sea. Nature has her own stories, one needs ears to hear that’s all, believes Dash.
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When you passed by a tree have you ever felt like touching asking how are you doing? Well so does the tree always feels like connecting back to you, saying yes sir I see you pass by every day. Nature has her stories in many colors and voices we just need to open our eyes and ears to hear to see. Poverty never deprives one of richness of happiness; one only has to connect to the magical world the God created. Vast open seas, the sailor is reborn with the alive
When you passed by a tree have you ever felt like touching asking how are you doing? Well so does the tree always feels like connecting back to you, saying yes sir I see you pass by every day. Nature has her stories in many colors and voices we just need to open our eyes and ears to hear to see. Poverty never deprives one of richness of happiness; one only has to connect to the magical world the God created. Vast open seas, the sailor is reborn with the alive soul which is able to see the magic of the god and his things. There is balance in nature; it takes some it gives some. A compassionate song can cleanse a sad heart. Life is beautiful and not meant to be lost in offices and jobplaces, we are sent here to live to rejoice to teach to evolve, we must reach out. The boy looking into the mirror believes there is another room on that side too looking similar, this is nothing but magic, it happens with all little boys, and they gradually stop believing and start calling it an image. We must keep the little boys and girls in us as child only, to believe in magic is to see it happen someday. Life doesn’t end even at the declared end by the world, it only keeps getting better, and we keep traveling life after life only in quest of happiness and bliss.
As I look deep inside, I find me and I find You. A few of my cousins, and a few friends too. Inside me were littered toys, giggles and laughters and plenty joys. Benches in schools and uniform black shoes. A heavy bag full of books, carrying were friends like you. I found my first love, and dr Read More...
A noon full of heat, in the rustic hamlet. Warm air lulled all into bed. On a sleepy cot, I lie so tired. Half into dream and half in the life. Of life's tiring strife. A fantasy floats around me, I fly around with angels of wings sparrow of golden hues who sings I open my drowsy eyes,there is sound Read More...
I say a prayer for the last man to blessed. A sinner in the corner, who is dned and cursed. He begs for mercy, even karma foesnt allow. For must he reap, all that he sow. He has no family, no friends and no one. For he sinned so grave, that he now is shunned. He in the heat of passion,crimed a foul Read More...
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