Homeless Rhymers

It sounds inspired, does it not- to live the life of poets. Do poets ooze cool detachment, eccentricity and maniac passion? Do they really cave into the palaces of their memory? Is the world too much of a buzz-kill for their mystery-shrouded mind? Can poets last days on energy from the universe and old-old wine?... Continue Reading →



With all the storm I carry And all my pride in its power Every once in a while; I engage with my reflection; And tell her it’s better on her side; No opinions to establish; No ideas to dissent; No words to string; No flaws to own.

Love in the Time of Cholera: A Review

I spent seven good days plowing through this book, with its magical prose and painfully tiresome pace, and now I have a headache. Thanks very much. "It was inevitable. The scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love." To give Marquez his due (and to save myself from his aggressive... Continue Reading →

Brash and Unembarrassed

I’m really done with prefaces for the moment. How about I skip the fancy ice breaker, and for once in my life, get right to it. Humans can broadly be divided into two categories: the nonchalant-s; those who boom their hello and don’t care if they jilt and jolt ten others around them, those who... Continue Reading →

A Touch too Aware

A touch too aware, forever and always. Of the weight on my shoulders and the pull of gravity, dragging me towards the ground; Of my indomitable soul and spirit, that keeps me upright, nonetheless; Of my throbbing head, and shaky knees and tiring feet; Of the oxygen and fire and energy that move them and... Continue Reading →

Resurrecting Faith

As a consummate lover of language, I have been made to concede that sometimes even the most persuasive of words fall on deaf, indifferent ears. As a believer in the virtue of humanity, I have been confronted with gross injustice and extreme apathy. As a supporter of human agency and its perfect ability to transform,... Continue Reading →

Atlas Shrugged – A Review ​

  “By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist.” She called it her magnum opus. How very like her. A disclaimer to anyone wishing to take on this whale of a book: do not expect anything to be sugar dusted. It is a wholehearted, shameless promotion and celebration of capitalism and its virtuosity.... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑