Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

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Posted on | April 29, 2009 | Comments Off

So, I am back in Mumbai. Been Busy travelling for nearly a month, and will probably be leaving in another week,for maybe another fortnight.Work is keeping me occupied.But I have loads to write about.Something of a different nature.Travel.Some Humor.Some irony (there is always a lot of it around,so whats the harm in sharing a bit of it with you,after all). Not much poetry though. And though I still don’t have a home (don’t plan to get one for some time too, ’cause I will be doing a lot of travelling these few months), I will get the most important thing in life in a couple of days- an internet connection. Regular service will resume.Most of it will be written on another blog. The Ulysses Chronicles is what I have decided to call it, go and read. If you like it,write a comment and spread the word about it. If you don’t, tell me about it,and I will try to make it better.

I have been to Bihar.You know things are changing when autorickshaws begin to write NANO on their backs and people begin to show political leanings by breaking off the letters HO from their HERO HONDA bikes…for better or worse,only time will tell.

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