The Poet
Rakesh’s first ambition was to be a painter – but he ended up with an engineering degree during which he wrote half a dozen papers in calculus around the theory of uncertainty and fuzzy logic. The world of business always fascinated him. He got a Master’s in Business, worked for 8 years, and then headed out on his own. He discovered poetry in Hindi, Urdu (Hindustani), and English.
Like it happens when learning cycling, sometimes you one day just learn the balance – and Rakesh started writing. He plans to publish his poetry as a book.
Unsuccessful love is the real love When man doesn’t awake nor sleep Some break like their heart on its edges
Don’t go on the lines of palm, O Manu’ Those who don’t have hands are lucky – Rakesh Shukla
The comfort of being alone Is that the pain chews to the bone Are you still a man when without