About Sunil Sharma
Author-editor-academic-journalist with 22 books published, solo and joint. Seeker of truth---in an age of contested truth.
A restive traveller of the multiple realms, orbiting there in the outer cosmos, generally navigated with the aid of a robust literary imagination; a low-profile cartographer of the Unknown.
Embracing the change.
"Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be! — Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote . […]
Now imagine this scene, dear reader: A serpentine road, unpaved, badly lit, and completely deserted; a damp chilly early-night of December; the moon-lit fields running down to the distant horizon, a gleaming railway track parallel to the long gloomy stretch, and a lonely traveler walking briskly along the empty road to a distant suburb, lights […]
The Doctor was livid with rage, “You, self-styled lieutenant of this damned outlawed liberation organization, you rascal, you cannot hold me here in this stinking hell of a hole any longer. Who do you think you are? Greater than the President of the United States?” The object of his venom, a very tall and muscular […]
All the pains Accumulated in the Voids, like the Chits in a glass, Aches Bottled up Inside The tender heart; The memories that Still haunt— That familiar smile Comforting voice Warmth — now, all lost to a cruel virus That struck and killed mercilessly, everywhere, Like a tyrant. Wish some pains Could fly away Like […]
The glittering yellow eyesThe long snout freckled withWhiteness of the snow aroundHe survives the cold to stareAt the viewer and comes alive for you! Published in https://allpoetry.com/
The Mumbai rain back-lit by the sodium-vapor lamps sweeping the cityscape shimmering, gold-hued, majestic, yet looking lonely and lost as that vulnerable hooker trying to appear bold, audacious her bruises and scars carefully painted-up in that gloss arched eyebrows raised a cigarette dangling from obscenely reddish lips, in permanent pout or, is it suppressed anger? […]
The mix of light and gloom, fragility and cessation hypnotic: new vantage point emerges, the seasonal decay and assimilation in the earth, it all leads to another form and rebirth