A Beautiful Sendoff From the Bengal Sky

Resplendent Bengal Sky ~ (c) Radhika Mukherjee

Resplendent Bengal Sky ~ (c) Radhika Mukherjee

For the past month or so, I was in Bengal, where I am from.

It was an extraordinary month for nature’s beauty and bounty.

(Mangoes in August/September, what unexpected richness!)

And on the way to the airport, it was as if the land and skies shone especially bright. (Dare I say for me?)

I hadn’t seen such a crystal sharp, luminous, laughing sky in a long time.

Another rewarding experience was browsing through the airport bookstore and discovering they’ve stocked two books edited by me!

So this is a thank you to Bengal (and my Mom!) for a wonderful trip and an amazing send-off!

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Question For You

People who play the roles of terrible, despicable, venal villains on TV or the movies, have to have a good sense of humor, right?


The Circular Thoughts of My Writing Mind

The Cloud and the Spark_Radhika Mukhrje

The Cloud and the Spark | (C) Radhika Mukherjee

I fear the fading of words

And the diminishing of my light.


This writing journey of stops and starts.

There was a bright flare in the beginning –

So mesmerising!

Now I face the slow hard climb back,

Which is almost slipping.

What do I hold onto?


Thoughts dissolve into ether—

Of the mind, the soul, the web.


The contrariness of my writing spirit

Is partly to blame.

It crowds my mind with longings and ideas

Nearly audibly!

Exactly when I have lots of other work.


Now that I’ve cleared space for it to blossom,

It’s off, cavorting with the fairies!


And so between me and my words

Me and my unwritten, massing, relentless stories—

A gulf.

Of years and aeons

And that one spark


The Writer’s Luminous Road

The Neverending Luminous Writing Road

The Never-ending Luminous Writing Road


There is a road all writers must take—

Stark, terrifying, mystical, mystifying, exhilarating.

Lashed together precariously by inspiration’s evanescence,

That never coalesces for long.


This is a road all writers have travelled, but each alone.

And the loneliness is palpable,

An intolerable pressure!

Of being alone is this ocean of people…


Yet strangely, it is only in the self, alone,

That one can strive for mastery over words.

Strengthen the visions that only one can see.

Only the self, all by itself, has the deepest answers.


And the road gleams on…

And beckons—




earth spirit

Originally posted on Light Under Shadow:

On the Space-Highway car,
In a galaxy afar,
I met a girl with sparkling, swirling hair;
Through her heart, a gaping tear
And she asked me, “Where do you come from darlin’,
From where do you bring such pain?”

I pointed to a curved blue plain.
In the dark,
I pointed to a killing, burning plain.
From whence; everyday, everyday
Her heart would make a little more way
For the monsters to hide in.

For the monsters to dissolve,
Frightened at their own resolve.

And the girl’s eyes would tear
And the tear in her heart would despair.
–There was very little space left……..

And still, she said to me, “Darlin’ give ME your hurt,
Let me soothe your wrinkled soul;
On me it’ll take a smaller toll.

“Because, darlin’, I too am fled,
I left my world,
My loves,
And all my selves.
I’m going again to find myself;

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Want to Read an Awesome Author Interview?

Head over to my author/editor website! :)

I’ve just put up an interview with the author’s of one of the most compelling books I have edited so far, Exit Point.

Here’s the Link:

Q&A With Anil Goel : Author Of The New Tech Thriller – Exit Point

Questions, comments and thoughts are most welcome! :)



A Week in Colour and Contrast (In Photos and Verse)

first it rained in a grey glow

and the filigreed leaves of the tamarind tree

danced in happiness

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then there was a hint of light atop luminous cloud banks

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then there was – outright and audacious – the sun

and green and brown sang out in glory

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with the drama of the sky stage as a fitting finale

Sky 4


Fresh Writing Advice from the Website

I’ve just put up a blog post on the website and it would be great if you could give it a read:

What Do All These Writing Rules Really Mean?

It’s an exploration of what all these rules actually want you as the writer to do.

See you there! :)



The Surprise Sunshine Song

sparkling sunshine

sweet wind

dancing leaves

swaying trees

a little respite from the rain

a little time to play and smile

even if grey cold returns

we can remember this glory in turns

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Wind and Water

Flower scented, warm, monsoon wind beckons. 
Yesterday, the water turned heavy like syrup…
Is it simply the quickening in me?
Or does the world indeed transform?