I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Delhi-based conflict writer. Author of "Hello, Bastar: The Untold Story of India's Maoist Movement" (Tranquebar Press), and co- author of Hachette India's non-fiction book of 2010,"The Absent State".
Can we burn the dreams again? So that poems are born They need canvasses of bodies To illuminate words and Whatever meanings they hold In their varicose veins.
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