Biography of Nakul Sood
Nakul Sood is the son of an ex-naval officer and a three masters degree holding mother. He was born a quite happy child. He had a very vivid imagination and a lot of fun as a child, though he was solitary even then. At the age of twelve he went to Doon School, the years were formative in a loose sense, a general disappointment in people began to developed then. In his early twenties there was the hint of promise about him as he finished college, went to New York to study film and returned to India, full of a naive hope. As the years went by the fall from grace was slow but sure, brought on by an increasingly dark view about human nature and the lack of love around, he grew more and more disappointed with the world and people in general, till now when he almost has no hope, will or desire. He is still productive, he is manufacturing items for video and audio recording, his products can be seen at www.embracevideo.com. He has an over-arching theory for human behaviour that he doesn't hesitate to share with anyone who starts a serious conversation. He is a keen collector of films, and often works as a cameraperson. He also harbours a desire to make films and has been working towards that end, at least that's what he tells himself along with the words... the human world is just phenomenon. He lives in a country where half the population doesn't have enough to eat let alone other essentials, and it doesn't affect the consciousness of most, he feels that it refers very pointedly to the nature of human reality, which is animal-like in its essential. He also believes human life to be a spiritual process.
Nakul Sood Poems
One Summer Night
In a drunken stagger Here I am, lost, among my friend’s friends Holding on to life’s frayed ends. My sleeve soaked in perspiration
The Arid Plane
Do you love me? On this arid plane of land This desert plane of insanity, A land of erosions
The Bower Of Comfort
I want to cry, In the bower of your comfort, In the cradle of your arms, I want to rest—
The boy looked at her And said, ‘My abrasions are yours ‘My spasms
The Off-White Shade
Love rests softly, On your off-white blouse, Just above the swell Of your bosom,
The Love Of Guarded People
Is this what life is? A journey from sleep to sleep From dream to dream, From feeling too shallow,
The Poem Of Improbability
It could be worse, I could be you You could be me— There is such mirth
One Summer Night
In a drunken stagger
Here I am, lost, among my friend’s friends
Holding on to life’s frayed ends.
My sleeve soaked in perspiration
Tries to cleave to my body.
I am clutching a paper cup of vodka, tonic and ice—
It would be nice if I liked it better here.
Here I am, I have puked