Seychelles
By Siddharth Sehgal from India
Archive for December, 2017
What is Family
By Mark Antony Rossi What is family in the modern age but a loosely-knitted collection of people bound by blood but not b heart. I hear reports from workmates who claim they are closer to those in their employ than with relatives. I’m not sure if this phenomena is a […]
The New Leader
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY
Let’s Free our Elections from Reservation & Casts
By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal Our elections have turned into an extortion racket, a grey market of votes where ballots are won with the promise of reservation. It’s appalling that no party is willing to rise above this petty tactics and give a vision of unity and collectiveness. In UP […]
Fire On The Water
Love enjoyments and the magic spells. Fire on the water and ringin’ of the bells. You are the woman with the power look. It’s not a question of diamonds or books. The horizon wide with thunder and blood. When you love all the world is shaken up. You have the […]
Suffocation
I don’t see any birds fly, Someone has poisoned my sky Everything’s blurred with smog And invisibility is low and high We cut trees, we blast our hills We pollute our rivers Nothing natural or organic What have we done to our universe Children breath with the help of mask […]
Wild West of the Internet
By Mark Antony Rossi The benefits of the Internet are truly enormous. I have sold books. Maintain a weekly column. Communicate with interesting people from around the globe. I’ve purchased products and pay bills using its speed and reach. The Internet can be a blessing and a wretched curse. I’ve […]
Shave Your Soul
Fight for pride and honour, it’s all industry. Shave your soul and battle for you and me. Be born for the moment, win the great team-spirit real. Feel the subculture thrill, the crown of the One. Cynicism and arrogance won’t bring you back home. Be the champ, the monster-turbo-performance on […]
Reminiscence
Like a lone duck, sitting In a desolate, dry lake, At the repressed memories I, grudgingly, look back It’s a deluge of recollections Some sinking, and some floating I would rather evade the sad, Choose the sombre and gloating I reminisce the foregone past And live in the present glory […]
The Peace Plan
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
