On a busy street, named Orleans, I play the jazz, from my toes. Music is not going to erase it away… On a rainy day, named Katrina, I play hide and seek, from the raindrops. The weather is not going to dry them away… On a windowsill, named Washington, I play freedom, from my caged… Continue reading On a…
The aubade of war was a blissful sound, dulling me to sleep. My man was getting ready to be greeted by Battle. And I had insisted he wear white, but he wanted to cosplay the brown Tunic that he wore when we wed many a guns ago. And so we had fought over his love… Continue reading The Aubade of War
“Europe, the soil on which Fascism took root, is watching the rise of Donald Trump with dismay.” Anyone, who is interested in political affairs of the world, or is following the recent coverage of the American presidential election campaign; will recognize the impact of Roger Cohen’s thesis statement of his article – published in The… Continue reading Don Voyage!
And the 86th Academy Awards, came to an end, and with it, an end of another chapter was also written. The Academy finally acknowledged that, Leonardo Dicaprio was worthy of picking up Thor’s Hammer; better known as the coveted prize of Hollywood, an Oscar. Leonardo Dicaprio, having been nominated 5 times prior, went to receive… Continue reading Leonardo Dicaprio – The No-Longer Cursed Child of The Academy
She was numb. Not from the pain. But from the sensation. Blood was running from her hands and it was not hers. Lying before this little girl, was her attacker. The ‘prude’ who made her bleed for the first time. The ‘noble’ who was desperate for a cunt. But, the little angel had been warned… Continue reading A Numb Child.
Perhaps, the most underrated genres in ‘literary circles’, and the most bankable ones, these days are, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult (YA). In recent years, the Dystopian genre as gained momentum, however, this post, will deal with the intricate nature of these so-called ‘non-serious literary genres’. As much as I love the classics, there is… Continue reading Rediscovering ‘A Discovery of Witches’ by Deborah Harkness
‘My only crime?’ she asked the Judge, who was going to lay down her sentence, ‘was that I was not strong enough to do it earlier. He, who claimed to be my protector, my husband, violated me. He violated every inch of me. Not only did I suffer abuse by him, but I was repeatedly… Continue reading My Crime?