Life Masquerade Life is a masquerade, People wear masks Everyday, every week, Every month, every year, Some wear the mask That presented their Deepest, darkest emotions Like Read More »
Poetry Trembling towards the Sun How much distance and difference is there Between a mountain and a molehill? And how far are you determined to climb To insure your problems Read More »
The Walls We Build The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
the so-called naked truth I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Perfect Submission Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
Aunty Philo At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of