Friday, September 9, 2016. Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface. From my own dreams into the common dream. And things assume again their proper places. The Past intrudes, in all its dizzying range-. The centuries-old habits of migration. In birds and men, the armies in their legions. All fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage.

Poems, Pics and Favourite Books. Thursday, March 09, 2006. I liked this extract from an editorial review I found on the Amazon book site. Wednesday, February 15, 2006. The boys lined up on one side. The girls on the other. The boys advance towards the girls. The one you like best.

As the twentieth century fades out. It is as if nothing happened. Though those who lived it thought. Enough to name a world for and a time. To hold it in your hand. Like the perfect mask of death. Wednesday, December 7, 2016. You come into a strange room. As always you are afraid. You will not stand under a tree when. It is raining or sit near a window.

Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition. Fragile A Poem by Daipayan Nair. When I love you the most. Who know how to hate. I will either forget your death. To the extent of isolation. I will cage you in glass. And claim, I have preserved you. The most handsome smile,. Even more than the one. How can I let live. And how can you expect. When you had me make you.