“Here comes Mr. Roy—the rising young star, He steps out of mansion and heads for the car. His girlfriend is with him in a stunning blue dress. He himself in casuals is dressed to impress. Rumour has it—they are headed for a play. They met at a party an year ago, this day. Will he … [Read more…]
Halt o’ kind men, in suit, in pursuit. Listen to the tales I sing on my lute. When I conclude I’ll lighten your mood With three bars of music, and one string of truth. One song for sorrow and three songs of joy; A verse on the verso—this tale is a decoy Of turns of … [Read more…]
The day they finally hid Jonathan Bakshi in a boxAnd lowered him behind a church that was marked orthodox,Although he wasn’t one, that I can sayFor I have known him for years, maybe months and even days.His wife departed him—a stroke she couldn’t evade.Behind the same orthodox church, her mortal body was laid.Since the day … [Read more…]
You are not made of nouns—Not the one gifted properly when you were welcomed into this world,Not the ones of convenience by those that saw you grow up,Not the ones of ridicule for some couldn’t stand your presence,Not the ones of adoration by those who moved your essence.You are not made of nouns—Not the laid … [Read more…]
This freedom that’s bestowed on us is not devoid of suffering.Each tie we cut exercises our tolerance of agony.Relinquish the comforts of mind and flesh for thoughts to let shrinkand relish the silent breathing. Relinquish these ties to be free.Suffering of the saints, the martyrs are cast from the same hardened mould—fights indistinguishable from each … [Read more…]