When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young.
Tag Archives | Poetry
A baby in the womb has no idea its Mother loves cool September breezes floating through the twilight window
In a recent interview with Madhyamam newspaper, the author talks about the ‘hunter’s viewpoint’ when it comes to sexual assaults. Vishnu Prasad feels better understanding the hunter’s social conditions is important enough and is seldom thought of. He feels male sexuality is suppressed in Kerala’s social conditioning. He goes to the extent of claiming men […]
Michael Palmer writes “Our time is a between time; best to stay out of it.”, yes totally. Yes, I was born on the street known as Glass—as Paper, Scissors or Rock. Several of my ancestors had no hands. Several of my ancestors used their pens in odd ways. A child of seven I […]
There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work, And those who stay clean, just appreciate things, At breakfast they have milk and juice at night.
Boredom is taken to be the worst evil. Immersing themselves in pleasure, whether sensual or intellectual, aesthetic people live overwhelmingly for the moment, in search of yet another self-gratifying experience. Pierre Reverdy and the poetry of Mad Men. Musings on desolation and the moment.
Because it tilts more towards the generation that grew up in the 90s, so that’s what we are. Because there are multiple events and people and struggles we left out from our long list, we would like to hear your thoughts. Because rather than big events, we have focused on big patterns. And while we […]
But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people.
….the best thing that ever happened to television is LOST. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vn2hlXVDZQ Oh, look around you Look down the bar from you at the faces that you see Are you sure that this is where you want to be These are your friends But are they real friends Do they love you as much as me […]
A few greasy looking smears and next to them, written in soft pencil- by a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meet- “Pardon the egg salad stains, but I’m in love.”
Five short video renditions of Billy Collins’ poems.
The most beautiful thing for those who have fought a whole life is to come to the end and say; we believed in people and life, and life and the people never let us down