There is no poetry in smog
There is no poetry in smog Over and around us Bad air surrounds us We have constructed this demon On our own For our own And think we have won. Nothing is clear Except the fear That our misdeeds may never be undone. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 07 November 2017 PS:...
Not Here. Not Now!
Not here… not now! These four words are indeed powerful and hold the secrets of creative outbursts within them. I realised it the moment I read a status update on FB today. A friend from London updated her FB status:”…is sick of london weather already, don’t know how I am going to survive rest of...
