By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY
Month: October 2017
Upon the Ebb and Flow
From atop the great stone pine trees dragonflies fantasize of summertime; of warmer mornings and balmy winds, while dodging flycatchers and bullfrogs. The grass now brown beside the pond wolves howl to worship a harvest moon barn owls love the nightly stellar show young geese enjoy a fresh cool sunrise. […]
Robbing the Public the DMRC Way
By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal When I started commuting Delhi Metro from Tagore Garden to Botanical Garden, I paid Rs. 32 for a one way trip that seemed reasonable. Then it costed me Rs. 36 which I thought may be fair for a system carrying the burden of so many […]
The Madness of Mystifying Racism
By Mark Antony Rossi The perception of prejudice in 2017 belongs in a more bizarre category than the year 1965. Today people research every word and statement for any hint of secret hate. The moral maxim of not being judged by the color of your skin but rather the content […]
Love And Listen
This ain‘t good. The inner lecture of the idiotic mind. Are you intelligent enough to blow your mind? Police and protesters are all in the prison. Government laws are as good as poison. This ain‘t good. The family of nations without major change. Disasters used for political games. On the […]
Mahakavi Bharathiyar on “Obeisance to Barathamatha”
by N. V. Subbaraman, Chennai Here is a nice reverential poem by Mahakavi Subhramaniya Bharathiyar, one of the greatest national, patriotic poets from Tamilnadu , who lived in the early part of twentieth century. This poem pays respects to our holy Mother BHARATHAMATHA taking immense pride in the people, their present […]
Song For Soul
How can I sing a song of joy While my heart is full of pain How do I prance around as a peacock When I find my ankles are in chain I see my friends sway with music Tapping their feet with dance steps I am there in a brooding […]
Empathy For Dummies
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY
Clothes Upon Clothes
When clothes first came to me In all their glory Not a kingly alm or its consideration Not a renaissance to hide self corruption From the corrupted Necessity for political nakedness Or its capitalist subjugation Skin was suddenly not warm Cold was now winterwear Emotions and monsoons soaked by underwear […]
Mother
Before your stone I stand a prodigal This creed of despair is all- All that is left of my grieving ink You my dearest rose Found it fair to wither So that I could blossom But dear mother, I cannot write in despair Neither can my lines Prolong this hope […]