BOOKS AMEYA

A digital watercolor of a lone figure gazing at the moon and stars in a dark night sky, with a waning moon, evoking solitude and emotional healing.

Guided by the Moon and Stars | Poetry

Some nights, I think about what it would be like to vanish into the moon and stars — not as some grand escape, just as someone who’s had enough noise for a lifetime. Up there, the dark night sky doesn’t ask questions. The waning moon keeps to itself, fading without apology, returning without ceremony. I Read more…

Mountaintop solitude is a light-hearted poem about how nobody is alone in the arms of Mother Nature

Mountaintop Solitude | Poetry | May 2022 | Pravin

I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced   The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us   The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…

The Penance is a story about an outcast, who has been cursed to lead a life of seclusion until he has redeemed himself

The Penance – Part II

RECAP In spite of her grandfather’s repeated warnings, Jessie finds herself compelled to step into the doomed forest. Her desperate search for her puppy, Fluffy, leads her to a hut in the middle of nowhere. Reluctantly, she walks inside, only to find her whelp whimpering and bleeding. …AND NOW “What are you doing?” she exclaimed Read more…

Gyan saw books as an escape route from his solitude

How Solitude helped Gyan forge a Lifelong Bond with Books

They say that books are a man’s best friends. Nothing could have defined my life better. I am Gyan and today I would like to tell you about the role that books have played in my life. My relationship with books began at a very young age. This was particularly relevant for a shy kid Read more…

Sreetama Sinha saw solitude as an opportunity to read more

Sreetama and a writer carved out by solitude

Many a time in life I regret not having pursued a fine art. Then, the very next moment, I offer myself the consolation that perhaps all my creative energies were meant to be channelized into playing, not with the strings of a violin or the reeds of a harmonium, or with the lines of portrait Read more…