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.

The General Song Of Humanity. Laughing at a stop Sign. Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be. Mdash; Jose Ortega y Gasset. Life is wasted on the living.

The Words Of The Fool. As well as scamps and scoundrels the most devious and despicable are often seated near the head of the table where they may ensure the most damage! The Words Of The Fool. To sit upon the golden throne. Is not for all to imagine, charmed,. In a castle made of sand. For the bastions strong cannot prevent. And of enemies there will seem to be.