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
Smoking used to be sexy, it used to be a sign of that creative energy symbolized by Albert Camus and Hemingway and Picasso and Guru Dutt and MT Vasudevan Nair and a thousand other literary geniuses. Smoking isn't sexy anymore. Cigarette smokers are outcasts in almost all walks of life.
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.
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 [...]
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 [...]
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never [...]
Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth.I don't understand him.With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the earth.I'm not saying anything against Alexander,Only I have [...]