Jamiraquai looked up. The playground was empty. there were empty chocolate wrappers being blown around in the dusty noontime air. The wind made slightly howling noises and everything was so still and poised that the very air spoke of impending violent movement.Now was the time when Nercoprofanity would make his move. Jamiraquai tucked his lollipop into its holder, he pulled ...

Retrospective introspection. When i look back things seem strangely empty. So much more i could've done. So much more adventure to have had. I look back and wish i'd joined the army, wish i'd become a deep sea diver anything but this. Anything but to be stuck behind a desk.All pipe dreams in pipe seams. lost in a metal atom's ...

Amid the brouhaha and the pain there comes a realisation that once, i too was a man. Once i too felt a woman between my hips, once i too felt blood trickle from cuts in my flesh. once i too fought; for ideals now become nought. Once i too remembered the loss of losing a loved one, all too well.Once ...

BB is doing a Forum theater performance on the 29th of AugustFT is an audience interactive mode of theater that lets the people watching stop, modify and redirect the story. It is loads of fun. And if you are the sadistic kind who likes to see actors suffer while they try to bring to life scenarios ...

I sometimes tweet a poem or two when im in the mood. The verses flow out one by one as i walk down the street or sit in a bus or before i sleep. Here are two recent ones.THE SWEETNESSThe only complaint men have when they are free is that there is nothing to tie them down;So into the realm ...