All About Broken Shadows

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If you’ve ever been hurt, ever felt bewildered by the world, ever felt it was all just too much, Broken Shadows is the book for you.

Broken Shadows is a collection of 12 abstract micro fiction stories which explore the sighs and sorrows of the deepest self. Joy peeks shyly from the shadows, while healing takes center-stage.

Want a taste before trying? Here’s a free PDF preview:

Click here for the first two stories!

You can buy the Broken Shadows eBook at all the major eBook retailers:

Amazon (Kindle: will redirect to your local amazon store) : getBook.at/BrokenShadows

Apple (iBooks / iTunes : Might only work for the US) : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1095198226

Kobo (International link) : https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/broken-shadows-6

Nook (Barnes & Noble : Might only work for the US) : http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/broken-shadows-r…/1123563604

I’d love to hear from you about the book. Drop me a line at:

radhika (at) radhikamukherjee (dot) com

Happy reading!:)


Through The Thorns… (#WordlessWednesdays)

Through the Thorns

Through The Thorns…


City Lights City Bright (#WordlessWednesdays)

City Lights City Bright

City Lights City Bright


Morning Walk Gift: Flower and Bee Macro

Sometimes, the simplest of equipment, the most basic of setups suffices to produce something marvelous.

Presenting: a phone camera macro, of a flower, a bee and even a tiny little golden ant!

The whorl of flowers seemed perfectly poised and then as I was taking the photo, this tiny feisty black bee landed on the petals and completely unconcerned about the giant with the phone filming the scene, it went about its vital job of nectar hunting!

It was amazing!

Found on a silver-golden morning walk.

The Flower And The Bee

The Flower And The Bee


The World Is In Bloom! #WordlessWednesdays

The World Is In Bloom

The World Is In Bloom


Just Branchin’ Out! #WordlessWednesdays

Branching Out


You and Me and Me and You

The Colour Of Love

The Colour Of Love

(Tomorrow, is a special day for me and my love, so sharing this personal poem with you!)


Within the tactility of you and me,

Within the dark cocoon of love,

Is a beat;

Counting out the moments,

Meting out the feelings,

With which we confront our realities.


It is a dance,

A contest,

And a race,

Where losing and winning,

Is interchangeable,

Indistinguishable from the other.


The skin tells the truth,

Does it welcome touch?

Or recoils?

The eyes tell the truth,

Do they soften,

Or turn away?


Trading poetry,

Trading jokes,

Scolding despair away,

We run away and to,

We sing in harmony or off,

But melt, melt into together!


And there’s always something,

A little out of reach…

The whole truth can never be seized.

Our two arcs intersect,

To send out sparks,

That bedazzle—


That beguile the mind into thinking,

This island of us is the whole world,

We to each other is all there is and will be.

But for this time,

For me,

That is the sweet truth.



What Does The Blank Page Say?

Such an inviting thing, the pristine blank page!

Just waiting there with a hidden mischievous smile. Such temptation for me! To jump into the fray. To cavort with words, to play with sound, to create a whole world around.

To color it with ecstasy!

But sometimes, I have hesitated. Sometimes, I have been afeared. Sometimes tired, sometimes dazzled and many times too puzzled to respond.

Still it waits.

“Oh you will fall for me,” it says.

And I, what do I say?

“Yes, oh yes! Always!”


The Twirling Moment

Summer Hibiscus

Summer Hibiscus

The pen connects me to the moment,

The ghost behind the mirror hums—

A most enticing tune.


Words blazing fire!

Every coat of fear that recedes,

Reveals a vibrant unknown me.


Memories preserved in pressed flowers,

The flowers know it is not time yet…

When the air feels safe, is when you can truly breathe.


So much hidden and beautiful,

So many paths to travel…

The bedrock of the self,

Quivers in delight,

Twirls to the heavy beat,

Of summer!


The Rhythm of Stillness

The Last Day

The Last Day

The last dregs

Of fasting days—

Buzzing lethargy.


The pulsing dreams

Of sleepy days—


Stretching reality.


Is there a secret,

Floating in the moments,

Of each passing day?


Is there a solution,

To chained existence,

In infinity?


A child wails,

A hummingbird chirps,

A car honks.


The world turns,


Our fears and joys.


My new book of microfiction, Broken Shadows is out. Take a look!



Last Day You Can Read ‘Broken Shadows’ For Free!

Just uploaded my new book of short stories, Broken Shadows to Amazon! I am so all in a whirl!

And so while we wait for the book to go live on Amazon and then other platforms, I wanted to spread the joy! I am offering you a chance to read it just for today, completely free!

So this offer is valid this the end of day, today, 20th March 2016!

Click here to get the book!

Want to know more about Broken Shadows?

Here’s the cover:

Broken Shadows Cover_social media

Here’s the blurb:

Do you break out of the shadows or do you let the shadows break you?

That’s the central question explored in Broken Shadows.

Broken Shadows is a collection of 12 tiny, intense tales of isolation and discovery. Told in fluid, direct, ungendered, abstract prose, these stories are depictions of the self’s deepest, most painful, most vulnerable moments, along with its fledgling triumphs.

Told through the protagonist’s intensely personal, idiosyncratic (interior) monologue, the moments are arranged thematically. You read about the essentially solitary, shadowy essence of the self as it navigates pain, war, art, homelessness, addiction, betrayal, etc. along with the intransigence of its own nature.

Going beyond gender, beyond ethnicity, these snapshots of ephemeral moments are an exercise in understanding the universal through the specific.

It’s all about merging into a fleeting, shadowy moment and tracing how it turns on itself.

Immerse yourself in intensely executed, abstract written art!

And if you liked the book and wanted to post a review or spread the word, I would be totally over the moon!

Sounds good?

Here’s the reading application form link again!


A Frangipani Spring

Red frangipani in exuberant bloom,
Blood clustered on sky,
Sharp shadows perfume.


Presenting The Book Cover For Broken Shadows (My New Book)

The book cover for Broken Shadows is all ready!  And I am so happy to share it with you!

These tiny, intense tales of isolation are sure to wring unexpected emotion from you. That is the sense we have tried to convey in the book cover, a depiction of the solitary self as it faces its shadows.

Will the shadows break them or will they break the shadows?

That’s the central question.

Here it is!

Broken Shadows Cover_social media

What do you think?

Broken Shadows will release on and around 19th March 2016.

Stay connected with the release by subscribing to my Newsletter or add Broken Shadows on Goodreads.


The Rainbow People

rainbow people

The rainbow people will come they say,

They will set it right.


What if you were one,

But got trapped in the pretty colors of the world?


What if you were one,

And they captured you?


What if you were one,

But gave into despair?


What if we are all of the rainbow,

But got enmeshed in the ordinary,

And lost the lance of light?


What if they made us so afraid,

That we feared stepping out?

And the crown of glory withered away?


What if all you wanted was a little light in your life first,

Before you took up the hard work of healing,

And held the ring of radiance at bay?


Were you then still of the rainbow born?

The one who could right all wrongs?

Heal the earth and make us smile?


What would make the rainbow people rise up and play?

How will they usher in a brighter day?

How will the prophecies ring true?


I count rainbows,

I watch the wind,

And I pray, pray, pray!



Do you want to read and review my book of short stories, Broken Shadows?

Just click here!


(Image: Pixabay)


Read and Review My New Book?


I announced my new book on the website yesterday! Yay!:)

It is called ‘Broken Shadows‘ – a collection of 12 curated short stories.

Would you like to read and review Broken Shadows?

Just click here! :)



What will they do when they wake up,

From their dreams of fire red?

When they see their blood-stained hands,

When they see the ash all around,

Of the burnt home that used to house us all?


That rallying cry, that self-righteous anger,

The hurt that fueled their rage—

Will it still protect them?

From the reality of the nightmare they have wrought?


In their quieter moments,

Will they be able to face themselves?

Could they smile at the mirror when they see themselves?

How will they live with themselves,

Now that they are awake?


Or will they never wake at all?


Let’s All Reach For Love


We need a great wave of love in the world, especially in India, right now.

Like a giant cosmic hug that would make all the angry people calm down and smile.

And distribute hugs.

And maybe a few kisses?

Think about that world…

Let’s make that world!!


The Wild Heart of the City

In the middle of a bustling suburb in Pune, tucked away within a broad, quiet street lined with flowers, lies a patch of wilderness.

It’s a glimpse of what used to be, before the buildings rose up; brightness and shadows kept contained by corrugated steel.

wild 1

Four trees, twisted by fate, prowl around each other among the defiant green:

wild 2

wild 3

Bougainvillea tangles into furious knots, warning greedy humans away:

wild 4

wild 5

And a young tree, full of foolish hope, dances along to the beat of the flowing creepers:

wild 6

And you?

You stand entranced. Compelled almost to tears by all this primordial intensity. Till the spell releases you, till your gaze shifts, to the road, to sweet green innocence:

wild 7


Hummingbird Happiness

Falling leaves,

Flitting hummingbirds,

– Sunlight symphony.


Sparrow Flight

Flock of sparrows,

Flutter up through the dust.

Sudden ecstasy!


Healing In The Daylight

Initinite Freedom

Your face is daylight,

Learn why don’t you, to flow free?


Emotions too big for the body,

Carried across the infinite sea—


Snowflake shy,

Your hands caress the breeze.


When will healing come,

Is that what you wonder?


With your faraway look,

Your voice trailing off into a book…


Your spirit is fire,

Feel it. Be it.


Be your own healer,

You – who are every infinity!


The Lost Love of Need and Despair


Lost 2

Just a collection of reactions,

Just a rapture felt far off.

Awake sometimes upon the ether.

Humming to a rhythm unfelt.


What’s to do with this bag of wishes,

This chitinous tentacle of need?

Words spill in a variegated tangle,

Stain the mouth they cannot feed.


There is no ‘I’ here—

Go elsewhere.

Look under the chaos,

The mangle.


Just go!

There is no one here to answer:

Your outstretched hand,

Your everything smile.


There are shadows though,

With them will you dance?

Would you clasp close, these discarded images;

That could perhaps pass for a self?



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Guardians of the Sky

Guardian 2

Hold up the sky.

Channel the sun.

Encircle the earth.

Lead us from sorrow to light!

Guardian 3


In Memory of Kafaal…

Death taints life.

Or does life taint death?

The black eyed turtle laughs,

Crawling into eternity.


Kafaal died, the day before yesterday. He was my Ma’s special dog, her closest companion. He was very friendly, thought laps were his to crawl into by right, understood everything you said to him. Loved his treats, loved milk. Would stand patiently while being bathed or dosed with medicine.

He lorded it over the whole pack for years till becoming quiet and ill in the end. he stood up and wagged his tail at Ma and then in an instant — he died.

Here he is–



Forget The Sun

Forget the Sun

Forget about the sun,

You who have not seen the sky an age—

Your shadows burn too dark.


I will sing in the sunlight,

I will dance in the rain!

I will find the light buried deep…


You experience love only through grief,

You cut yourself and others with your cold.

How will you ever fit into normal?


I carry the echoes of old wounds,

But I smile all the same.

I am me. I am. I just am!


You are one who cannot look upon a newborn child,

In the creeping cold you lie alone,

You birth weird words and wasteful things you call stories!


My words are my spirit guides,

They are healing and warming and companionship,

Bleeding away the dark like pink lightning—


With them I march,

With them I speak,

With them I am heard.



Read this week’s short story: Waiting


Bright Flight Of Whimsy


Just the bright in my life,

Give me the sparkle,

Dissipate the dross.

I want to surf the crest only,

The trough is not for me.

In the dance of lifts and swoons,

I would be ever airborne.

What do you expect,

If you trap a creature of mountain and air,

Here on the dreary plains?


Wings of mind,

Wings of spirit,

Wings of heart—

Carry me far aloft,

Into massed cloudbanks of wonder.

Indigo winds beckon,

Invite me into their play.

In a trance I dance upon the air,

Twirl around a swirling pillar of soft white,

And clap as a rainbow fills the skies.


In 2016, Fan The Sparks Of Hope

Happy New Year my dear, dear, friends!:)

Let’s make 2016 a most magical entity! Let us take the hopes and dreams of 2015 and turn it into a conflagration of raw awesomeness!

Suppose, we begin by taking a perfectly respectable spark like this:

Spark 1

And we turn it into:

Spark 2

That would be fun, wouldn’t it?

But we wouldn’t be satisfied with just that much brightness, would we?

We’d turn it up:

Spark 3

Like so!

Now we’re talking!

But why stop there?

It’s sheer awesome we’re aiming at, right?


Spark 4



Just a celebration of all things radiant!

And then for the pièce de résistance, a conflagration of proud bright!

Spark 5

That’s just happy-making., isn’t it?

Be happy in 2016, be absolutely radiant!:)



The Frost Of Lost Memory

The Glowing Cold by Radhika Mukherjee

The Glowing Cold by Radhika Mukherjee

It is the cold spreading,

Leaching away the afternoon glow.


In waking dreams,

Certainties shatter, masks slip.


And the question of you and me,



In metaphor and jagged fragments,

That merge, collide and spin.


In the chill, in the alone,

An undulating rhythm builds—


The icy embrace of lost memory,

Rocking to its missing beats.


Through The Eternal Ocean

Radiant Ocean

The Radiant Ocean by Radhika Mukherjee

Through tattered sleep,

Through realities you can only make with words,

Through a long lost radiance touched once—


There are eternities to ponder

The mysteries.


There are aeons left

To ascend.


And millennia,

To fly.





The rainbow-self sights itself.



Oh so soft!

Goes the world.



Oh so slow!

Fall the words.


A ballet of blown leaves,

Frost-coated sky,

A flower springs from the hand.


In the ocean which leads to the Heart of the World,

All may flounder,

But all must surrender.


The Haze Of Lost Memories

The Haze Of Lost Memories

The deep delicious red of a marzipan rose,

A haze of joy—

Childhood covetousness.


The Little Prince, read and re-read,

Affirmation for life,

For the essential child.


A white teddy bear, lined in red,

A late gift from an absent mother figure,

Cradled in bed nonetheless.


What’s left? What’s gone?

What doesn’t leave its mark?


I thought it was all gone,

Lost. Erased. Eviscerated.


In the making of my own world,

A lost world seems to be coming back.


Read this week’s short story Translucent at radhikamukherjee.com.