In the Mid Autumn

In the mid autumn of your life,

When your father opened the door 

After seeing you I gave up my poems, my dearest 

And then Time wasted it's vulgarity on me.

In the mid autumn of your life  

When your mother closed the door 

After seeing you I gave up my love, my dearest  

And then Time overlooked me.

I had a Collection of Songs

I had a collection of songs 

Oleander smelled rose then.
Songs from different lovers
Infinite illustrating illusions,
From people who taught how to be selfishly selfless,
To stay under the shade of eyelids
To whirl away from a glaring bulb.

I have different songs,
The first one was from him, the next one from that boy,
Each spoke of varying forms of love,
Yielding yearns for years.
Light the bulb, touch the filament
Break the bulb, light it now.
O love, can it be so different?

Songs I dreamt of, were present before I could even understand,
I cherish memories of this song list.
Unless the tides keep breaking
I will keep fostering the songs
Past and perfect perfectly blended
Chaste as hindrance

Then the last song was from him, I recollected it just now.

Ajay K. Pandey gets published by Srishti.

Blurb:

This is a true inspiring story of a man who struggled in almost every part of  his life, but when his life seemed to be falling in place, his beloved wife left him halfway and her last word, ‘You are the best husband' gave him the strength to live with. He decided to pull off all her unaccomplished duties and made it a target to thrive for the rest of  his life.

  ‘You Are the Best Wife' is the author’s story—a story of how he lost his wife, his nerve-wracking and unimaginably terrifying journey through denial, resentment, and depression to, finally, acceptance and forgiveness.

Author:

Ajay K Pandey grew up in the modest NTPC township of Rihand Nagar with big dreams. He studied Engineering in Electronics at the IERT (Allahabad) and MBA at IIMM (Pune) before taking up a job in corporate firm. He is currently working with Cognizant, Pune. He grew up with a dream of becoming a teacher, but destiny landed him in the IT field.

Travelling, trekking and reading novels are his hobbies. Travelling to different places has taught him about different cultures and people, and makes him wonder how despite all the differences, there is a bond that unites them. Trekking always inspires him to deal with challenges like a sport. Reading is perhaps what makes him feel alive.

You are the Best Wife is his debut book based on his life events and lessons.

Review:

When I looked at the book jacket it had a beautiful design. This will the first thing which will attract readers towards this book irrespective of the notion, 'we shouldn't judge books by it's cover.' Ajay Pandey's debut book cannot be a miss out. A beautiful story. This book is a simple yet capturing story of Ajay and his wife Bhaavna.None of the lavish or extravagant stuff.  It is just a simple story but while reading the book you will realise that author has put his heart and soul in the book. You will remember the book and specially Ajay for sure, for his simplicity, for story, for his love, for the emotions he felt for his wife, for responsibilities. 
If you are in love or are in waiting for your prince/princess you will connect to the story. 
A book by a person in love - summarises the book.
In simple words it's a 3.7 star out of 5 book. The narrative style was very good. It was not as informative as was expected but a pleasurable read during leisure. 
In my words, 'Ajay has a colourful style of playing with the narration.'

Shankar MM's debut mythology

Author: 

A fantasy enthusiast, Shankar chased his dream of writing a novel and made it a reality. A Mechanical Engineering graduate and a Power Engineer by profession, his passion towards his core field made him to give up his software job in a MNC. His fascination towards mythology and his childhood memories of fighting with a wooden sword and adventures with bow & arrows inspired him to write a novel of this genre. He is presently working on the second book of Raksha duology.

Book blurb: 

“You are neither a good warrior nor a good leader.” These words haunt him. Raksha, a young prince, decides to prove himself and seeks a path not knowing where it will lead him to. However, his destiny has other plans. On the journey, his life evolves into an epic quest filled with magic and intrigue, which he never dreamt of. Set in a fantasy land Riloriya, this water kingdom is not the same as it was five hundred years ago and its history is mystery now. What will be his part in unfolding an ancient mystery? What did he lose? What did he gain?

Review: 

The blurb speaks of innate vigorous mystery and fantasy which slowly gets unfolded in each and every single chapter. This 348 page novel is a very catchy read. Shankar had done a lot of hardwork and research behind this book. It's been a very pleasurable read for me. Raksha, the main protagonist was well described and characterised. In my opinion his character was somewhat similar to mythological characters in Mahabharata. However, there was a set of new ideas and concepts which evolved out of this novel. I liked the concept of a water kingdom which had some ecstatic description. In one word this book is "a fantastic debut of the Raksha duology..."

Best lines from the novel: 
"You need to bear the pain if you want to attain supremacy."

"Holy God! Legends are true!"

Dream house publishers have given us a very nice mythology which can't be missed at any cost.

Behind the wind, indulge

Behind the wind, indulge
Trying to get through the local trains?
Sirens singing?
Heart beating?
Don't worry, you have developed breasts.

Hormones rushing?
Eyes seeing?
Do you have that feeling to urinate?
Or are you amassing the vomit inside your body?

Book Review: The Man Behind the Lens

Author: Soumya Khamari is from Odisha, an MBA and passionate about writing. He held few failed jobs and co- founded an e-commerce company,valscart.com. An avid reader, speaker and entrepreneur. He's working on his second novel.

The Man Behind The Lens: When a twenty something guy failed to find happiness in job and entrepreneurship discovered a less travelled road to his passion. A yelling mother with high hopes and a rebuking father hold him responsible for his inability to distinguish between a mere fantasy and passion and force him to join the rat race. He tried to find happiness in the smiles of orphan and abandoned who have surviving parents and help them reunite. He unveils the dark side of orphanages and the sexual abuse. They say it is Karma and it plays pretty nasty games and unveils new stories everyday. If one day he is behind the bars, the other day he seems questioning himself about his passions and ambitions. Will he be able to survive in the politicized society? Will his psychologist girlfriend or his uncle rescue him? Will he be able to find his own way to happiness and passion?

The above is what the blurb of the book reads. Honestly, this book is different from all the books I read. To get to know more about the story you need to catch up this debutant author.

Review: In simple language the way Soumya Khamari wrote this book is commendable. It falls to a very different genre and readers would definitely love the change brought by the effect of this book. It's a humorous writing on the protagonist , Varun who tries to find his way to happiness and his passion. While I read this book I was mesmerized by the way different tricks of success lay hidden.
It was the best debut an Indian author could give in this genre. In simple words, 'This book will teach you lessons you never heard or read of."
It is an exceptional book which is very gripping with it's sense of humour. It is a worth reading book.

The best sentence from this book was, ' The things you do while procrastinating is the things who should do for lifetime.'

After a long time I came back with book reviews and I rate this book 4.2 out of 5.

Footprints

Within the boundaries of haze,

His voice becomes clearer.

Among the landfills of grey,

Colours of the footprints glow.

Singing souls look within the depth of innocence,

The numbing smell of chrysanthemum,

Turns into fragile dust of cigarettes.

Under my foot they swim for touch,

And on my hand sings an empty box.