Introduction

I come from an obscurity called Ranchi.. the ol` summer capital of Bihar,now basking in its own warmth as the capital of Jharkhand.The imperial child of the river Swarnarekha. And I am the sunshine from there. Where the ripples are still called waves and its important to know the difference between a pasture and a meadow. Where people still tell the time by the cloud colour and gather at neighbourhood 'chai' stalls to catch up on the day`s gossip.
My verses will be an attempt to search for spaces where the division between father-child, day-night,master-slave,man-woman blur into incognizance, where hope is eternal and reality ephemeral..