Month: March 2018

Poetry

Hunt For Truth

People are held together by the threat of force. I look out of the window, see the passin’ shops. The Hunt for Truth, you know, is like a magic box. Hamlet says: “I cannot.” And: “My wit’s diseased.” And she said: “See you.” Wanted to be at ease. The Hunt […]

Poetry

Voice of Courage

Mum said don’t be afraid Yes I won’t be afraid But i am shaking Dreams are about to shatter Does it mean their is no God Words can’t explain my pains Am like balloon’s that float Put me in a scale I weigh nothing Just like a piece of paper […]

Poetry

The Perfect World

A road what seemed like a feeling to home was left unexplored Was this the road to ultimate abode of satisfaction, hope and better world of compassion, kindness? Or was it another way of world showing how messed up this world is? I once knew a man whom I used […]

Articles

Swacch Bharat Abhiyaan

By Shobha Diwakar  Sounds great, doesn’t it? Wow what a platter full of new mission woken up from its deep, deep ‘kumbakaran’ sleep of almost 70 years of independence.  There’s rejoicing and fanfare all over the country for otherwise who ever thought India would finally rise from its stupor and […]

Poetry

Being A Child Forever

I want to tell an incident That set me seriously thinking I need to confide in someone, who May empathize with me, Without blinking Feeling pensive and sorry Now, I narrate my story My son’s fiancé asked me To go with her for camping It was too good an offer […]

Articles

America At a Crossroads

By Mark Antony Rossi A vote for Trump during the election meant two important things to his supporters: The realization that our borders must be just as sovereign as our allies and detractors. A loss of control in an age of terrorism is utterly unacceptable. The American media has done […]

Poetry

Pandemonium

Those paper thin virtues can’t stand a moment of turmoil when the dead comes hunting they will the first ones to hide when you feed your greed and ego and stuff your pockets with that green slime You cannot even pretend to care who is dragged and scraped behind the […]