Boring isn't just the only problem but he clearly eluded the core issues of public distribution, price rise, and made a quarter-hearted plea to the naxals - which forget the naxals, cannot even bring my angry four year old cousin to table for talks.
The following belongs to “About me”. If there was ever a piece I could relate to, completely, its this. Just that I haven’t written it. And I don’t even know [...]
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
I found this poem today(via Deepak's blog), and once again the urge to learn the malayalam keyboard and post in malayalam grows overwhelming. Like there are a few things which [...]
In spite of his desire to be completely forgotten, Bob Kaufman, another find from the beat generation. Three poems, one after the other. Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round [...]
Finally, Talkies is video enabled. And couldn't think of a better video to start with. [bubblecast id=284795]
“Why isn’t our poetry black like the the exploding eyeballs Why doesn’t our poetry sing victorious- songs from the depths of the forest- like the irrepressible Niagara Why doesn’t our [...]
Mad men, when they move their fingers in the air, are trying to pacify an equatorial cyclone. And by stamping their foot are trying to stop a Volcano in Japan [...]
Attempted translation from Malayalam of- Satchidanandan’s “Tao kshetratil pokendathengane?” How to go to the Tao temple Do not lock your house Go via the subtle slope of dawn with- the [...]
Tell him to be alone often and get at himself and above all tell himself no lies about himself whatever the white lies and protective fronts he may use [...]
ONV had written about an expatriate malayali breaking into tears when he saw a cassia fistula infront of a consulate in an arab kingdom. Neruda wrote that a poet’s responsibility [...]