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A Quick Contemplation on Life (Opinies) 22-07-2002
by Arun N. Nair
Staring out from my balcony as the cool evening breeze blew over my face, I began a quick contemplation of the multitude of events that have passed in my life. As I look back, with a hint of satisfaction I can surmise that all those events...

Freedom (Poëzie) 18-11-2003
by Arun N. Nair
Burden bears no more, no anguish, perennial sorrow, No feeling the pangs of pain in anticipation of tomorrow. No chains to hold my creativity, no bars of confinement, No war of words, no dispute, no forced assignment. Sealed lips arrest...

One Fine Day (Poëzie) 6-03-2003
by Arun N. Nair
Once upon a time over the clear blue sky on a fine day, the sun smiling over from his abode, glistening the heaven over abound with his ray, And then the skies lost their glitter , the smile of the sun turned bitter, lashing down heavily...

Rationality in Recession (Opinies) 15-09-2001
by Arun N. Nair
In this time of calamity and regression ... retaliation or chaos is not what is expected. Think rationally, spread comfort and assistance to those afflicted, think of ways to resurrect the loss, go hand-in-hand and let our humanity take over. Root...

Untitled (Poëzie) 6-03-2003
by Arun N. Nair
Dew drops of the morning kiss, brings in me bliss transcends my thoughts, caresses my joy sends me singing, ahoy!

Well Said! (Poëzie) 6-03-2003
by Arun N. Nair
Once upon a time, in a land far away there was a man, they say was clever in his land, they called him a castaway but quit he did never he said "what you said was not mine ..." " ...it never ever belonged to anybody." " I will sleep here,...

Wisdom in Verse (Poëzie) 10-02-2004
by Arun N. Nair
In my days of repress, I was a prisoner to my distress, A solution I sought, a respite, hoping a miracle, The obstacles were unbearable, inevitably loomed a debacle, Sinking in the sand, I stretched out my hand, crying for a redress. Then my...