If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Literary genres and techniques tend to take form in one's mind somewhat the way computer templates provide form for different computer tasks.

Nation-building is never a 'done deal' confined to history already established.

The study of history empowers nations and individuals with an ability to avoid errors of the past and lay foundations for victories in the future.

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?