Month: September 2018

Poetry

Cruel Streak

I saw a star in the sky. It had a twinkle like your eye. I stood and stared until it clouded over. Then I thought of you and your new lover. How lucky he is, I bet that he doesn’t realise it yet. He will someday and unlike me will […]

Poetry

Destroy

Give me just one one moment of pure joy wonder pure love just a needle’s head a reversal of time let it sink into my bones that pure love even if it destroys me I walked to the big aviary in the park you could hear the noise of all […]

Poetry

Mirage

Desires  in  my  heart  and Eyes  with  dreams  brimming, I  kept  looking  at  what was In  reality, an  empty  building I  moved  towards  something  which, I  thought,  was  a  rain  cloud, That  proved  only  a  mirage  in  the Vast  expanse  of  sandy  shroud The  thirst, inside  me,  will  never  be  […]

Poetry

Stirring Flood!

One fine morning clogged all my dreams, On seeing it, painful tears began to sprout. All my calculations ran into creeks, When flooded tears, choked my house. All its pillars built on my sweat dues. Have I not taken care of it so vehemently? Yet the flood placed its hands […]

Poetry

Mother

Mother the word that hides hundred words in its light A word as tender as the moon beams And as mighty as a roaring sea A word comforting it’s child to serine sleep And ripping out the shadows from his dream A word which eats less, sleeps less, stands aware […]

Articles

Of Math And Men

By Mark Antony Rossi Beware of the bean counters they respect little but soulless digits that dance across their ledger sheet. Number crunchers choose distance because they are in love with process. They distrust flesh and blood. They embrace the comfort of contrasts rather than the grays of personal gravity. […]

Poetry

The World

The World is such a small place yet is divided by colour and race. Religion and Ideology, not a good mix for sociology. Wars and famines are created to ensure that we are manipulated. Human Beings are disposable, once they become uncontrollable. Money is the true denominator. Greed the number […]

Poetry

Evil

I am a child a big and old and hairy child I am more of a child now than when I was a child then I knew that evil existed in the world but chose to ignore it now I know it has to exist so I accept it that […]