The Ugly Conscience By Subhash Rabindra Jha It’s been a long time sixty-three years to be precise, and a long wait. The country’s free, they say not for me. Still longing for freedom, I am hoping against hope to partake of “my” dignity, respect, long overdue starving off all these, still, after all these years. I’ve been through all in whatever little “life” I’ve had, if I could use the word. Having managed to escape the ugly clutches of some beasts the other day, I ran myself into another set that saw a prey in me and raped me incessantly with... 

…where ashes meet ashes by Subhash Rabindindra Jha If you can’t give me wings to fly across oceans, in search of myself… in search of the one who completes the incompleteness in me, the one who resonates with me on a thought still in the divine womb yet to take birth… If you can’t give me another chance in this lifetime considering the ‘next’ would be too eternal a wait… If you can’t bring it back to me unadulterated…sacred…safe from a place peopled by familiar faces unfamiliar souls… Then, O my Lord! take me back to you… to the abode of humongous serenity …one... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged...