I see my dog turning old, lose skin under her neck, I see her sleeping more and more, nodding off as she pretends to stay awake. I sit there talking to someone, a person who promises the world to me. I take my book and open a page – last poems I published about an […]

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If development wouldn’t have been killed, religious hypocrisy wouldn’t have been caught. Yogi, Fakir, Priest, Rabbi, Mystic – no matter the name.  You have surrendered to your own brand of  collective serotonin. Behind every revered cry  in praise of divinity, masks of extremist cowards  stick on like Fevicol.  In the midst of it all, the […]