It takes a fragile glass or a drop of liquid water to break the sun’s rays. The harsh rays of the sun which sting the eyes and burn the skin are broken down into beautiful colours that are soothing and a feast for the eyes.
The human mind is like the glass prism or a liquid droplet and has the power to create a rainbow from the harshest of situation. That is the beauty of a human mind. It can elicit the beauty in the struggle of the balloon seller to sell his wares on a busy street. It can decipher beauty in the blooming of the sole Gulmohur tree amidst the mass of concrete in the city. It can perceive the romanticism in the rain. It presents life as an array of colours for the human brain to imbibe and the heart to revel in.
The poems in this book are the hues of life brought out by the mind, in the hope that there could be a few more hearts out there that would revel in these.