Childhood traditions we took for granted, like making paper boats, are now disappearing fast. Pic for representational purpose only.

A Period Of Constant Uncertainty

While I was going door-to-door seeking funds for a charity, (yes, poets are poor cliché is absolutely true) I got to know the streets of Dublin intimately. Born out of that experience, I’m currently working on a collection of poems, a chapbook titled Cracked Asphalt and sending it out to presses. Also my debut thriller Retribution is among the piles of manuscript on publishers’ desks. Will they notice, won’t they? Keeping my fingers crossed.