The Unadorned

My literary blog to keep track of my creative mood swings with poems n short stories, book reviews n humorous prose, travelogues n photography, reflections n translations, both in English n Hindi.

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I'm a peace-loving married Indian male on the right side of '50 with college-going children, and presently employed under government. Educationally I've a master's degree in History, and another in Computer Application. Besides, I've a post graduate diploma in Management. My published works are:- (1)"In Harness", ISBN 81-8157-183-5, a poetry collections and (2) "The Remix of Orchid", ISBN 978-81-7525-729-0, a short story collections with a foreword by Mr. Ruskin Bond, (3) "Virasat", ISBN 978-81-7525-982-9, again a short story collection but in Hindi, (4) "Ek Saal Baad," ISBN 978-81-906496-8-1, my second Story Collection in Hindi.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


M i g r a t i o n


I'm in a lovely mood now
Let my friends know that
I'd stop bothering them once again
with that trash called my poems!

That said, now I wield my pen

To scribble my words as I may

I know, my prose would make them happy

That’s left in their lives—so very prosaic!

Just out of the warmth of womb, a child

Cries hoarse and doesn’t just stop

Is it her prose? Or just a poem of protest, so very loud?

Or yet another beat in the making of a discord ?

Here, in this deserted domain of prose,

where are those charming stuff to write about?

Tears, pain, sigh and struggle

Everything has just faded out.



A. N. Nanda






Blogger Melyong said...

How true... The blue days leave you with nothing but a cloud of gloom. It is so overpowering, it practically invades and take control of your life. I am feeling exactly that now. Why does your poem hit me there all the time? Hmm... got some thinking to do now.

2:12 AM  
Blogger A_N_Nanda said...

The flair of poetry in prose, the ease of expression of prose in poetry, the depth, the profundity--sometimes I think they come of their own like those tiny but beautiful flowers on a bed of grass. I think one needs to scribble or say punch the keyboard even when he/she has no idea where that would lead.

Thanx Melly.

9:45 AM  

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