In morning rush hours mom works with eight arms, Uses many newton (1)force and completes, The hard task briskly in minutes time. For doing home work children resist mother, Strongly with many ohms(2), Mom make them do the same, By teaching wisely in fixed time frame. For saving money from […]
By Mark Antony Rossi Is it possible to have faith and doubt coexisting in the same space and time? To the legalists in our midst they call this confusing even immature. The literal-minded cannot handle complexity they expect straight lines as if Life is an Art class. Life does not […]
If wishes were horses Beggars would ride them If wishes were ships Lighthouse would guide them Thousands of desires Many got fulfilled, many remained We enjoy completed ones, Mourn for the unattained, Either way we get morose The wishes make us restive We keep yearning for more Our attitude is […]
Some days there is nothing to write about not a dam thing no joy no hate nothing but black clouds and the sound of nothing no one to talk to no thing do you want to do no doing no coming no going not even the chance of a little […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
Education is light, When it is concentrated it glows so bright.. Better to understand it for few time, This will view the images of your cine. No need to wake up all night, If you will not cram it like tyke whight.. It is rightly known caution, We must not […]
By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal There are matters of jobs, there are matters of poverty, there are matters of development and growth, there are many matters that matter for a country and its population but there are also the matters of faith. Ram temple in Ayodhya is one such matter […]
It was a life less lived For most of the time I didn’t live Kept acting as a lively person, who’s Full of sorrow but looked festive No regret for such life though But lack of love is unbearable My inner core has a hollow pit Filling it with some […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
By Mark Antony Rossi What is writing but a race to reach the world before it buries the past. Before it buries the writer in a nameless grave. On an unfashionable street. Down by the tracks. What is writing but a communique to the departed. Hey, Father you were right […]
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
