A Rainy Moment

Village...
musty...
like a mossy mushroom under a banyan...
rain-lashed...
semi-shaded days...
washed greenery greedily sprouting forth...
a love-lorn peacock dancing...
a bee-eater diving for its success and the insect's failure...
swallows riding the airy horses...
a tailor bird throwing loud vocal force for its 7 gram weight...
squirrel and crow fighting for a nut...
a mud-smeared dog losing the force of its barking against a braying donkey...
paddy standing lugubriously...
and the water hanging above,
ready to melt and shower its love again, 
any moment...

Lost in Red Mist

Lost in Red Mist

She is a courtesan fighting for a respectable identity in the quagmire of degenerated nobility, wars, intrigues, debauchery, lust and, last but not the least, love.

She is a foreign tourist in India, raped, picking up the fragments of her violated self, walking with bruised honour, her innate goodness intact, to reach the house of justice to salvage her identity, to redeem her pride.

A circumstantial pawn in the checker-work of sex trade, she passes much of her youth in the muck of lust only to regain herself back, to free herself in her forties, to begin a new life.

Kashmir is burning and in the bigger fire are smouldering little worlds of common hopes, mundane dreams, routine aspirations and regular cravings.

He is huge and lifts unthinkable weights for a living, goes on living and lifting weights only to be crushed by circumstances.

On a badly stomped platform he gathers the nameless pieces of his dusted identity to have a name, a face, an identity of a common person from the normal world.

In the Tsunami ravaged Andaman, she, an Australian anthropologist, survives and looks with hope at the remnants including the sole surviving Shompen tribal.

On the devastated eastern coast of India, he, a mere kid, takes the onerous task of caring for his still smaller sister, while the world around seethes in chaos.

He dreams big from his small village, only realizing later that the dreams that grow in disproportion to one’s circumstances are as good as nightmares.

He, an old man staying alone with a cat, patches up the holes in his present through tales of the past, to survive, expecting a painless end in the future.

She, a Western tourist at Rishikesh, opens her spirits while a whole world drags around her feet.     

Indian novelist speaking from buffalo barn

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Lost in Red Mist

She is a courtesan fighting for a respectable identity in the quagmire of degenerated nobility, wars, intrigues, debauchery, lust and, last but not the least, love.

She is a foreign tourist in India, raped, picking up the fragments of her violated self, walking with bruised honour, her innate goodness intact, to reach the house of justice to salvage her identity, to redeem her pride.

A circumstantial pawn in the checker-work of sex trade, she passes much of her youth in the muck of lust only to regain herself back, to free herself in her forties, to begin a new life.

Kashmir is burning and in the bigger fire are smouldering little worlds of common hopes, mundane dreams, routine aspirations and regular cravings.

He is huge and lifts unthinkable weights for a living, goes on living and lifting weights only to be crushed by circumstances.

On a badly stomped platform he gathers the nameless pieces of his dusted identity to have a name, a face, an identity of a common person from the normal world.

In the Tsunami ravaged Andaman, she, an Australian anthropologist, survives and looks with hope at the remnants including the sole surviving Shompen tribal.

On the devastated eastern coast of India, he, a mere kid, takes the onerous task of caring for his still smaller sister, while the world around seethes in chaos.

He dreams big from his small village, only realizing later that the dreams that grow in disproportion to one’s circumstances are as good as nightmares.

He, an old man staying alone with a cat, patches up the holes in his present through tales of the past, to survive, expecting a painless end in the future.

She, a Western tourist at Rishikesh, opens her spirits while a whole world drags around her feet.     

Latest books by Sandeep Dahiya (sandeepdahiya.com)

Chimp, Champ and Chops
A Half House
Beyond and Beneath
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Chimp, Champ and Chops

Chimp, Champ and Chops

“These are dreamy descriptions outlining a softer humanity lying buried under the bigger talk of inexpressibly ridiculous modernity. The truth, lying in soft and silent spirits, gets a mouthpiece to call to attention the basic things in life through these poems. The verses narrate the enriched anatomy of the humane self with its soft emotions caged in rock-hard convictions. These solemnly composed verses in poems after poems highlight the monumental charisma of inherent beauty of the human self. The little poetic chisel strikes raise a virtuous fragrance as they hit against the sadly spread-out rock face of human indifference and insensitivity in present times. These true tears tell little stories with a face moving slowly in sedate resignation. There are plaintive tales in verse to highlight the prodigious waste of inhumanity building around. There are inspiring anecdotes to help the humane in us to get back onto its feet. There are murmuring complaints of human apathy about need, hunger and deprivation scattered like dust on our shoes. There are delightfully vague vistas that tell the stories of the nature choked at material crossroads. These footloose fantasies take you to a world basking in balmy serenity…far away from the zoom, boom and doom of the modern world.”

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Beyond and Beneath

Beyond and Beneath

“She is majestically inaccessible. It’s her temperament and attitude. Her exquisitely outlined beauty always puts her as a bright lamp burning with its calmly consistent flicker. Meanwhile, darkness dispersed devilishly around burns with sadistic agony. She, the gypsy beauty, is solemnly composed and the ultimately incorrigible shadows try to chuck out this bright light. What is her fate? Even the God who put such effervescent colours in this human form must have been feeling anxious.

Her savoir—the selfless fatherly mile at this dew-jewelled rose—takes out his frail, feeble hands to protect this paradisiacal delight. Is self-less paternal love of an old man sufficient to protect her from the robust extortion of fate and its erring sons around? He, almost unproductive deadwood, jumps back to life for a cause far larger than his frail self.

They are against a dangerously expanding ego. Her unhindered splendour has created ripples in religious corridors of the ascetic. She is the culprit just for being so beautiful as to choke the holy man’s vow of chastity. The religious man has defied his basic instincts for so long, but now the suppressed volcano of his sexuality bursts out at her sight. Caught in this chasm, there are silent screams of humanity as it lost to the mundane badness of the day.”Amazon buying link to purchase Beyond and Beneath by Sandeep Dahiya