Happy New Year 2018 & #YearInReview 2017

Year In Review

At the end of each year I reflect on ‘how did it go?’, ‘can it be made better?’, ‘am I the same person or did I get better?’ and ‘what not?’ I do a detailed self-analysis and prepare myself for the New Year. I prepare a to-do checklist and wish list and plot-list I wish to write and complete the following year. Most of the times the lists stay the same year-after-year, but 2017 was different and indeed a year filled with happy and memorable moments by the grace of God Lord Ayyappan.

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Back to blogging with a purpose…

Long long ago, so long ago, once up on a time, I used to blog under the pen name ‘Someone is Special’, write poems and short stories and publish at least 50 blog posts on an average in a year, but the writer inside me pushed me progress to next level and fulfill the long pending dream of publishing a novel. It was not an easy path; I had to face a lot of struggles, rejections were painful despite being in the literature field for long and positive responses came with a long list of terms and conditions, which I was ready to accept with a small negotiation or rather I’d say agreement to set the book price to 143. A few publishers were happy to say ‘No’ to my request, but rest of them did not even bother to respond. When I was about to give up the idea of pricing the book at 143 INR, my very dear friend from US, who recently ventured into different businesses came forward to publish my book worldwide under the name of the author community website founded by my wife indiauthor.in.
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Something is special for someone and this is special for my dream one

First Waters‘ poem published in February 2011 issue of Cynic Online Magazine.


Silently, I waited; I searched for the signs.
I looked all around for myself different from me.

The lavender rays glittering in the air,
Of which the dandelion sun had no share!

The sweetness of time, gone without notice.
All because of the treasure I cannot miss!

The senses submitted themselves to a superior sense,
That rose above and name itself ‘Love’.

But the waters are new and the feet are weak.
What if I slipped and got myself drowned?

The light of hope accompanied the thirst;
The fear became an imagination, forgotten first.

Will the light lead me to the sun?
Or blind me with its overpowering force?

I step into the waters trusting the light,
That broke the silence of my searching eyes.


To read the next two parts of this poem, please visit the following posts, Thirsty Waters & Sweetened Waters.


Sarav Sign