Today, I write to you from a faraway land I don’t know when my words will reach you, If you’ll get to read my letters or my songs. I hear rumours of men marching towards your city Men with guns and laathis and power; Power that controls us, tortures us, leaves us powerless in our…
My mind is a graveyard where voices go to sleep. How do I tell you I am barren today?If satisfaction was not bought with a few clicks,I would have sailed too, like Odyssey and spit on his grave,named myself the only Queen of Ithaca. Haven’t I travelled to worlds far beyond?Haven’t I seen God in…