Biography of Nikesh Murali
Nikesh Murali has published four collections of poetry (paperback) , two chapbooks and eleven e-books with several international publishers. His works have been translated into seven languages and featured at international book festivals including the Latin American book festival held in Buenos Aires. They have appeared in anthologies, journals and magazines all over the world (See publications page) . His poems and short stories have won and have been short listed for several major writing contests (See awards page) . He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2003.
Nikesh Murali has served as managing editor for The Pointer (India) , online editor for The Tabloid, editor for the Niche anthology series - Books 1& 3 (United Kingdom) , staff reviewer for E-book Reviews Weekly (Canada) , chief editor for the university literary magazine The Litterateur (India) and is currently editing the Bilingual Poets Series for Ibex Press (Australia) . He has also worked as a columnist for Castlebar News (Ireland) , Romanceatitsbest.com (United States) and Useless Knowledge (United States) .
Nikesh Murali's Works:
Collected Works (Rowe Publishing)
Mist and other love poems (Rowe Publishing)
Flakes (Rowe Publishing)
Translated Works (Ibex Press)
Dark Street and Other Poems (2003, Cafepress)
Amore (2003, Niche Anthology Series / Cafepress)
Collateral Damage(2001, No Spine)
Thirteen(2002, No Spine)
Songs of the Raven(2002, NoSpine)
Midst of Bees(2002, Kingfisher)
Autumn Love(2003, Rowe)
Collected Works(2003, Rowe)
Selected Love Poems(2003, Rowe)
Edited by Nikesh:
Clouds in the Sky(2003, Rowe)
4 poets(2003, Rowe)
Niebla(2003, Publishing Online) ...Translated by Maria Cristina Azcona
Amore Translated by Caudio Iacono
Amor Outono Translated by Teotonio Simoes
Neblina Translated by Teotonio Simoes
Nikesh Murali Poems
The Beggar Boy
Here comes the beggar boy, His face betrays a hapless ploy. His thin, scarred hands outstretched, Palms like a bowl of skin upheld.
In The Park...
Today in the park, I noticed with a spark. A four-year-old running around. In squeaky leather her feet bound.
The window says many things, It lets in the breeze and sings. Bangs to let you know the wind is strong,
The window says many things,
It lets in the breeze and sings.
Bangs to let you know the wind is strong,
When locked, keeps away doers of wrong.
Earplugs for the moaning wind,
A hard ball shortens the stint.