I have learned the words of bloodstained courts in order to break the rules.
I have learned and dismantled all the words to construct a singe one:
Home
-Mahmoud Darwish,
Glittering beautiful words
Weighed down by their grand meanings
A high-class crudity
Golden cobweb of lucidity
The two of us are enmeshed in it
Sometimes I write and you read
When the Joint Verification Team (JVT), set up by the governments of Bhutan and Nepal after seven years of dialogue, first set foot in the Lhotshampa refugee camps in January
Planet-like head
Impregnable pupils
Aggression dripping from every pore of the body
That which is exceptional must be saved
— Harishchandra Pandey in Hindi poem Sher Bachao (Abhiyan)
It is time
Ever present high wind
Sweeps the fog in Blocking all that is dear to the eyes.
There is a lull, the air rests.
The fog remains.
–Gujarati poet Sitanshu Yashchandra
Successful people
Have separate shoes
Some for celebrations
Others for grief
–Govinda Mathur, Bache huye shabda
President Hamid Karzai has more faith in his American guards than in his own
Footprint's skeleton-
Orphaned, waits.
For the future history.
With glazed eyes.
– Homraj Acharya, Pailaharu Bhitrabaat
George W Bush is everything that he claims to be. He is a
The fog over the populated plains of northern South Asia is thicker and lasts longer than in earlier decades but few are bothered to locate the cause behind this distressing trend. Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of the poorest struggle unassisted through a sun-starved season.
