In Response to a Motivational Speech One’s worth is measured by what one ownsin the Western, Northern, and Middle Eastern realmsand an academic degree would bring one a tripled ridiculeif it has the potential to become a power abuseand instead … Continue reading
I am no phoenix I am no phoenix,whose resurrections can boast an infinitude.My heavily bombarded systemhas not attained any hardihood.Frayed are the nervesthat have not been forged with steel,and no brakes have been installedon my constant tears. I am no … Continue reading
The Nymph of the Ouse If I could spend one day with Virginia Woolf,I would sail to St. Ives in her lovely boat,alight at the lighthouse which she cherished mostand contemplate the waves of her literary shores. If I could … Continue reading
Nobody is Reading Poetry Nobody is reading poetry,I reiterate in my bed,my head repelling the pillowwith multiple authorships at stake.This is the age of ridiculeand trendy trivialitiesreadily uploaded on the internet.I sigh and with difficultyclose my reluctant eyelids. Nobody is … Continue reading
The silence of the night,in the wake of many bullet-rent years,is torn by the remonstrance of three stray dogswho find no food in the garbage container,having been emptied by junk-collectorswho would not now hesitate to consumeany available leftovers. In the … Continue reading
Wall Pictures I view the five pictures on the opposite wall.I had chosen aesthetic frames to beautify a very ugly office-roomand to suit their literary worth too.The idea of personal affinities between the inmates of the frameson me suddenly dawn.I … Continue reading
Tête-à-tête What do you make of your first relationship?Extremely pathetic.How would you describe him?A rogue but with a profession and a suitcase.What did you learn from that experience?That some men never grow beyond the teenage stage.Was he handsome?Beauty is in … Continue reading
The Cost of Living in Daydreams My adaptations of Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Villette, and The Waveshave been adopted by three Hollywood directors for the big screen,with Hans Zimmer as the main candidate to write the music themes.My first collection of … Continue reading
With a Word I adorn my mind each morning with a wordas a queen for her coronation is adorned with gold,with associations to combat the foul breath that is spewedfrom establishments,individuals,and the rituals of the modern world. Though sharing three … Continue reading
I once lived in Sydney I once lived in Sydney,the Venice of the very Far East,where boats glide on ancient watersthat mirror a kaleidoscope of things,some yachts, aeroplanes and fairie dwellings,all basking in coves and bays of tranquility. There was … Continue reading