Comrades’ Technicolor Pants

Decades ago, one cloudy morning bereft of sun, few fathers of anarchy caught cold out of nowhere. Sneezing rhapsodies of how they should've been born cold-blooded, they devised a cunning mantra of raising the mercury forever, thereafter.   Then started the incessant beating of drums made of human skin, framed in more human bones; and … Continue reading Comrades’ Technicolor Pants


About Buddha’s nightmares

Dust is no more IN the wind. Dust is THE wind now. And masks, a new age ornamental, a trial to push death away; so similar to the ones that are almost like something that descends straight from the cerebrum and makes us who we are. Buddha's nightmares were used to not being seen, and … Continue reading About Buddha’s nightmares

the system, mutated!

Biology gifts us with analogies. Mutation is nothing but just a minor change- a codon replaced with the other- that yields a major effect. All has been trans-mutated. All but Democracy, into Democrazy. 'C' ¬†into 'Z'. Function to dysfunction. Like a wild bull unchained, the democracy we pampered has lost its mind and hence its … Continue reading the system, mutated!