By: F. Poussin Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in…
By: F. Poussin Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind…
By: F. Poussin The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they…
Ruchir Sharma who is head of emerging markets at Morgan Stanley is back with his latest book “The Rise and Fall of Nations : Ten Rules of Change in the Post“. The book gives you a different perspective of the…
‘Ayodhya Revisited’ is a new work in town on the history’s biggest dispute – Ayodhya’s Ram Janam Bhoomi. The book written by Kunal Kishore claims that the ‘Babri Mosque’ on the ‘Ram Janam Bhoomi’ temple was never built by Babur,…
By: Moss Who was Robert Frost? He was the most popular American poet of the twentieth century. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1874. In 1912, he moved to England where his first volumes were published to great acclaim….
By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of…
By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are…
People often enjoy tales told by insiders. ‘Destiny of Shattered Dreams’ is one such story that reveals the results of unbridled greed, uncontrolled lust and deep-rooted arrogance of a businessman – Atul Shyamlal Malhotra. He’s ambitious. He’s arrogant. He’s corrupt….
By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss.