The watchmaker’s job is only to make watches. The watches he has made, he does not care for. For his watches now tick by themselves every second. He only sits back and watches. For now the art is perfect; The artist deserves not the luxury of meddling with the art. “Train number muru, muru, ombattu KSRinda Mysurige hoguva Inferno express eega hattne platform alli nintide” The noises were deafening. Cain did not seem to mind though. This tunnel woul

Dasan felt as if his legs would be torn away any second. His face bore the marks of two days of ‘interrogation’ under the Kerala police. A sight to see, the party workers watched as he was dragged into the jail cell. Not a second passed. He was in the same place. The Commissioner of Police sat on a barely standing steel chair. His white mundu was stained with the party’s colours. There were two people in the whole state with the power to call off the coup. Both sat in the sa

In torrents of flowing might, Where wings of freedom take flight, Dwelt a fish, a creature of water’s deep night. Kari swam from northern banks, No scales to show, thanks To the maker, He of merciful hands. In a lake, great and wide, Where men bathed like a lion pride, Lived a fish, a fish by birth purified. Meenu travelled from southern depths, Silver scales, her pomfret lengths, Shone of no defects. Where a dam did greet, Covering sheets of concrete, Jericho’s walls did

The world of fake squeak lies barren ahead. See! Waiting for the crackling fire, burning down offices and factories in me. Levels monotonous, automobile horns blaring and relentless enemies end //me. -lessly towards silent life-expire of me. Dehumanised souls stroll around. Six feet stomping on me, family. The only one to acquire-enquire. Oh! Why me? A verminous bug , the final boss myself, I find I have stepped out of the gyre as me. A game, from birth to death, n