Photography
And when you come ‘down’, To my city of amorous joys. Amidst a social chaos in a plethora of faiths, Fantasizing and prostituting religion, Loud vociferation of hypocrite secularism And to sum it all: “a diverse culture!” Amidst constituted vindictive politics Unaccounted powers, vested by unaccounted population; Where every ballot is a dramatized guillotine – [...]
November 21, 2005
Poetry
The next best thing to death is sleep. The debutant said:
“Believe it is true, believe it blindfolded,
Do not ask for explanations.”
‘Coz the answer had been repentant since repeated eternities.
The colours perceived through the kaleidoscope of time
Manipulate the perception of soundings,
Scribbled to estimate the depth of the mantling lake.
September 11, 2005