These poems drift through lit chambers of wakefulness, dreaming of error, darkness, and the old, broken mercy of sleep.
India’s present polarization is not sudden but the result of decades of crafted memory, identity politics, and economic insecurity converging into crisis.
Karl and Bertha Benz turned a daring dream into motion, sparking the automobile age with stubborn grit, bold invention, and unstoppable courage.
Amid ruins of war, a mother and soldier confront loss, finding hope in a child’s crayon-marked declaration: “This our home.”
