'Novel' Pain





I wasn’t poor, being not rich 

Life was fine, thanks to hope 

All that changed, owing to muse, 

With one ‘novel’ passion pure

Affairs I had, dozen of them, 

Unknown to the lovers of books

Shunned as by publishing folks 

Manuscripts of them make pillows 

In my bed to cause nightmares,

With hope dead, I can’t dream

Now I’m poor, robbed of hope. 

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This was penned before I turned the 'twelve' into free ebooks: https://g.co/kgs/eHB8BW


 https://bulususmurthy.blogspot.com/2024/08/preeti-venugopalas-april-26-2020-book.html 


My 'Novel' Account of Human Possibility
https://bulususmurthy.blogspot.com/2019/08/my-novel-account-of-human-possibility.html

Domain of the Devil - A Satire on Indian English Publishing

On Attitude to Money 

I’m an Indian novelist, playwright, short story, non-fiction 'n articles writer, translator, a 'little' thinker and a budding philosopher in ‘Addendum to Evolution: Origins of the World. My body of work, besides eclectic article, includes Benign Flame: Saga of Love, Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life, Crossing the Mirage: Passing through youth (plot and character driven novels), Glaring Shadow: A stream of consciousness novel, Prey on the Prowl: A Crime Novel, Of No Avail: Web of Wedlock, a novella, Stories Varied: A Book of Short Stories and Onto the Stage: Slighted Souls and other stage and radio plays. Also apart from Puppets of Faith: Theory of Communal Strife (A Critical Appraisal of Islamic Faith, Indian Polity ‘n More) and Inane Interpolations in Bhagvad-Gita (An Invocation for their Revocation) my non-fiction includes the versification of Bhagvad-Gita: Treatise of self-help and Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman’s Odyssey My body of work is in the public domain https://g.co/kgs/2mrD56

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