Faith: A Poem

The colours I see are all black

And drunk with desires of rage.

The magical eyes of Faith lack

What faith men had ages back.

The reeking wounds of my hope

Tell the tattletales of my pestilence.

And the darkness wearing its ghastly cope

Appears not the reptile but the rope.

Lo and Behold! Here comes the light!

Oh this light blinds my eyes!

This scorching asks me of flight.

Will then there be no end to this plight?

What plague pains my nerves,

Do I know? Do you know?

What end does it serves

With all its gyres and curves?

How far can I ramble?

One day I’ll fail, I’ll fall.

What voices have created preamble?

All I say is babble!

My voices hush and seek corners.

Do I dare walk? Do I dare write?

Will I offend some God or mourners?

Would I be against fellow foreigners?

Will you be pleased at me

When I write what befits you?

How far am I allowed to see

How deep can I go without a killing spree?

What do I have in one loose hand?

A broken dream, a lost faith, a stumbling hope.

Would I be cast away? Like others be banned

If I speak? Should I join a band?

I make shapes on my sheet

Thinking of inoffensive terms and  themes;

Something safe, not to strike heat

Amongst those with no rhyme or beat.

What do I speak? Who knows?

My voices are trodden with thousand bells.

Go pray! Your head knows its bows,

But your heart shows what it shows.

But is there something else to be seen?

‘Hush! Speak no more!’ Prophet commands,

‘Speak no more! Eyes closed, drooling tongues in.

Follow! Follow! There I have been!’


Two liner Horror Stories

After writing She Saw Dead Roses and reading a lot of interesting and chilly two liner horror stories, I thought of giving it a try. So here it is my second attempt at horror. What do you think? Good? Bad? Scary? Funny?

  • I picked a lot of brains for my article. I flushed them after I was done.
  • Whenever I closed my eyes in that house I thought someone was watching me. I kept ignoring till one day I felt a cold hand on my throat.
  • My brother and I tapped on our walls and said for fun, “Ooh there is someone in here!” Until one day the plaster came off and we saw rotting skeletons.
  • My mother still shouts at me. I killed her five years ago.
  • A monster lived under my bed. I cut the legs and now it sleeps with me.
  • I enjoyed finger-shaped chips. One day there was an actual finger in the packet.
  • We joked as a kid that if we ate seeds we’ll grow plants in our belly. I don’t know what to do now sitting with my X-ray showing a plant with leaves in my lungs.
  • My son died a year ago. But i still like to play with him.
  • My door wouldn’t lock. I think it’s because there is an eyeball in the keyhole.
  • I don’t like my chair even though I made it myself. I think it’s because I used my husband’s bones instead of wood.
  • My baby died in my womb. Now he is refusing to leave.
  • I still like to massage my husband though he stinks. I think it’s because he died a year ago.
  • There is a reason why we shouldn’t imitate movie scenes. When I conjured demons they really came.
  • Who doesn’t love ice-cream? But the trolley was being driven by me when I looked at it from my window at 3 a.m.
  • I killed my wife five years ago. She still thinks it was an accident.

Call of the Herald by Brian Rathbone — A Review


Series: The Dawning of Power trilogy (Book 1)

A World of Godsland novel.
Call of The Herald
Echoes of the ancients’ power are distant memories, tattered and faded by the passage of eons, but that is about to change. A new dawn has arrived. Latent abilities, harbored in mankind’s deepest fibers, wait to be unleashed. Ancient evils awaken, and old fears ignite the fires of war. In times such as these, ordinary people have the power to save the world . . . or destroy it.

Fantasy is one of those genres which, if not handled properly, has the strength to bore you and even stop you from picking any other book of the genre. When I pick a book it is for one of the two reasons; 1) I have to read it because it is a good book or 2) I have to read it because it looks like a good book. The book is very impressive with beautiful language and a dash of humor thrown in with lots of magic and some great philosophy.

What I particularly liked about the novel was Brian’s use of quotes from his characters to start a chapter. What I disliked was Catrin’s realization of the world around her after she became powerful. I mean it took her magical powers to understand that nature is beautiful? But I think I know why Brian did it. Many of us are indeed so dumb that it would take us great strength to realize that nature is beautiful, alive and vibrant. Osho says many a people who do not know what sunset is are ready to pay millions for a Picasso.

The story starts… wait I can never do that. No matter how often I read a book or how much I like it, I hate to tell how the story starts or ends. What I will do is tell what I felt the story meant and what impact it had on me.

There be spoilers ahead…

I was on Twitter for quite a long time (since 2013) but I was nearly inactive. When recently I started blogging I increased my presence on it and as I unfollowed a lot of actors and followed a lot of writers, Brian Rathbone was one of them. I had not heard of him say three weeks before. Unlike many people whose first Twitter instinct is to send a message to their followers about their website or book, Brian just welcomed and thanked me for the follow. Over time his tweets got my interest and I thought of checking his book despite my very tight reading list. And I was glad I did! With many titles still hanging around my neck asking for their fair share of time (Great Expectations being one of them) along with my mandatory presence on social media for promoting my work I finished his 204 page e-book in three days. Not to brag my reading speed or anything but I sleep more than seven hours and have my students to teach. The book piqued my interest from the very beginning and held me on my seat till the end. Granted I did not read it past midnight like I did Pride and Prejudice, Lolita or The Shining to name a few. But that was because I have started exercising recently and I was tired till then.

The story starts in action and ends in action too. Brian later went on to write eight more books in the series each better and mature than the last one. The story is not very new, it’s retelling of one of the most common stories with one of the most common themes but Brian still manages to tell it very freshly with minor and negligible defects. A girl when given an unknown power is thought to be evil by her village folks and has to escape as ancient enemies attack her land. She learns to control a little of it by help of her friends but needs to learn a lot. As she is pursued by enemies she shows them their power and …

The story telling is captivating and though it has many faults (the characters are not well developed, the action at times is very slow, at other times way too fast, some characters are extra unless they featured more prominently in other books, the main character is someone you cannot easily identify yourself with, plus what farm-living society considers education for all a necessity and allows a teenage girl and her male friends to go camping?) and at times I had to get up to drink water or eat something or just break the boring tone of language, I still enjoyed major portions of the story.

A word about Brian…

A former horse trainer and computer programmer, Brian Rathbone used his old world knowledge and love of fantasy fiction to create The World of Godsland fantasy series, which begins with The Dawning of Power trilogy. The World of Godsland fantasy series includes: Call of the Herald, Inherited Danger, Dragon Ore, Regent, Feral, Regal, The Fifth Magic, Dragonhold, The Seventh Magic.

When I told Brian that I didn’t like some of the stuff he had written he was not at all offended but went on to say that due to reader’s feedback he managed to write much better than before. With what little interaction I had with him I can say he is funny and interesting. He even sent me the picture to post along with this review when I asked for it.


Final input? I am not reading it again as I often do other books but I’m going to read the whole series because I really like Catrin Volker and would like to know what happened to her but more importantly about the secret of her mother’s sword. Most probably you won’t be disappointed.

The Terrible Goddess

The rain has come again

And Ganges rises to meet

Its long forgotten banks.

By the riverside people tremble,

This affair of land and water

Threatens to end their lives.

The muddy water creates ripples

Of its desire

And banks fall in answer.

Their mud dissolves, colours the water.

The river answers a few prayers,

It comes to meet people

In their houses.

They run away,

Afraid of their prayers.

The river follows them

Rippling, dancing, laughing.

Men in cabinet pass bills

And yawn and throw shoes.

‘People are dying’ they say

And some die to prove the point.

The river recedes after the union,

After it has consummated with the banks.

And her offspring cry and laugh;

Broken houses, floating bodies,

Lost livelihoods and found nothings.

New reports are filed,

New plans are made

And paper fulfills its destiny.

Next year she will come again,

The Terrible Goddess;

Worshipped and loved,

She will strike fear and then play.

She will run and sprint,

Laugh and roar, break and tilt.

But the people won’t care,

They’ll run away

Only to come back again.