Month: January 2017

Poetry

I am Sorry

2016 is a gruesome story, Blissful memories, I couldn’t bury, My lifestyle made a painful diary, My remorseful conscience says I am sorry; I am sorry; my pain is yielding, Shattered by guilt; my heart needs welding, Stack of regrets; my mind is pleading, Stabbed by betrayal; my soul is […]

Poetry

The New Year Menace

The year did not begin as vibrant as before Too many trials laid pitfalls for many No girl spared… the insults hurled The loafers of the country Carved their way  Armed with alcohol, knives and dirt filled minds Blinded with sexual fervor Erratically let loose libido As if, they had […]

Poetry

Assumption: ‘Demonetization’

( “The Struggling Poor Child” ) She is a flower in this eyeless world, A garment on this torn civilization, A fallen feather from that human right, A broken reality under that bridge, Or, a profitless story you avoid, or, find – On every heartless passage. To upload her own little smile, […]

Poetry

The Aged Muse

Playing on my foggy corneas through the wooden eyes her white bristles dipped in blue delineating pours upon those dried streams I, unaware of my birth flow and thus, my choice to know. For a second say ‘milli’ my cell in a still with her road as I am the […]

Editorial

A Generation of Debt

By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal One of the major challenges that my generation has to live with is debt. Student Loans, credit card balances, mortgage, insurance premiums and right down to shoes can be bought on credit, it’s a remarkable departure from the savings philosophy of our parents where we […]

Articles

Thinking for Yourself

By Mark Antony Rossi Thinking for yourself is more than a prerogative it is a primary color in the tapestry of freedom. However; for decades, the intelligent public have curtailed common sense for fear of ridicule due to political correctness. The unintended consequence for our economy and national standing was […]

Poetry

Landscape

Sometimes I perceive a solitary man Standing by the side of a lonesome tree Eyes hooked to the pavement Lost in the wilderness of rushing cars Hooting and tooting flying past the drudgery road Roughened hair disheveled by the dusty wind Bony and shriveled fingers knotted and resting On the […]