The End of History Ed announces he’s just married Mayor Lindsay’s daughter, they went across the street for a reception at the White House.
Discotheque Beneath neon lights flickering the excitive pops of fanfare; booze and girls and spirit— black boy’s war I sway in a discotheque,
New Song I was, for a moment ready To trade all the song I know For one beautiful new song Though, next second, I knew
“The Last Tenants” (to Rishabh Dada, Abhijeet, Munnu & Ayush, the historians of my childhood . . . and then it heavily rained, flooding the
Let There Be No More Grief Let there be no more grief, in the lives and hearts of mankind death at some point, tip-toed
SCHOPENHAUER AT THE ENGLISCHER HOF A Monologue I have been called a pessimist. I am. What man who calls himself a thoughtful man, a feeling