Midnight’s Monsoon— poems that bruise, then heal.

About the Book

This book is not meant to be read in order—it is meant to be wandered through, like rain that pours, pauses, and drizzles again. Its rhythm shifts between long poems, sharp shayari, sudden one-liners, and circles back, each piece divided by a simple line so it stands on its own while belonging to the whole. On the left pages you’ll find the poems in Devanagari script with translations; on the right, their Hinglish transliterations for those who may not read Hindi but still want to hear its cadence. Some pieces carry glossaries, others stand without explanation. Scattered among them are English poems and playful shayari, because poetry is not only heartbreak—it is also wit, rebellion, and laughter. Despite what people may assume, the only pain the author complains about is the mileage of his Redwing. This collection is not homework to finish but an invitation to open anywhere, read what calls to you, and let the words sting, console, or amuse as they will.