Table of Contents - Vol. VII, No. 2
Beauty is the Beguile in the Eye of the Beholder
Mundane as everyday fare,
tempered with a frown,
you fell for an (unspoken) unimplied
depth in the blink of her illusive eyes.
Finding philosophy in an empty page!
The Kit and Caboodle of Collective Silence
when it is your son
who came home in a casket
or your daughter who didn’t,
the dreams of your fathers
or motherland they cremate -
the monsters you created
in apathy or dread
will move out from your closet and
into your head…..
© Vineet Kaul