CURRENTLY READING: A GAME OF THRONES
A GAME OF THRONES by GEORGE R. R. MARTIN
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ALE OF BOSNIAN BAR ( A Poem)
ALE OF BOSNIAN BAR ( A Poem) by Aman Mittal Get drunk, live life Have fun, love your wife If you don’t have one, try somebody else’s Welcome to the Bosnian Bar Try some wine Cheap beer makes you wild Taste some whiskey But don’t get too tipsy Otherwise you’ll end up in trash Smelling of puke and with no cash With no clothes on, in the chilly wind of Bosnia You might get pneumonia Take care of your missus She might get some kisses If not you, then we’ll do Welcome to the Bosnian Bar.
TOP TEN FOR FIRST HALF OF 2013
2013, a year it is! It’s been six months since the year started, since those words I started to read written by various authors. Six months time is long and but not enough to read. Still I managed to read thirty one books (till the last month, and yes I keep a log). So far, it has been a great reading year for me and thus I manage to compile a list of my top ten books I have read so far. 1. THE GREAT GATSBY BY SCOTT FITZGERALD I was flattered by the book and the philosophy behind it by Fitzgerald. How this book can be closely related to his private life and the time of 1920s is by reading […]
CURRENTLY READING
The Artist of Disappearance by Anita Desai
NOWHERE TO GO (A Poem)
NOWHERE TO GO (a poem) By AMAN MITTAL Abandoned the house I use to live As loved ones are gone A long time before, Abandoned the road I use to walk Took me to places I could never thought, Abandoned the body I use to dwell For the face became unknown And the body rotted, Still I wonder Deeply concerned Where will I go now?
DARK HOUSE (A Poem)
Dark House a poem by Aman Mittal A big dark house I made it myself Brick by brick From a corner to top Hollow from inside Narrow by side Without an attic Roof is flat But a big cellar At the bottom Locked and shut Connected with tunnels Marrow and shallow Left incomplete To banish the escape Not a soul to dwell But to consist Only my dead thoughts.
THE HANGMAN (A poem)
The Hangman a poem by Aman Mittal By the roots of his hair Some God got hold of him Abducted by His Strength Felt like a prophet of a desert. Nights are like snapshots Out of sight Like a lizard’s eyelid. And the bald white days Shade away Behind the oaks. While being pinned on a tree The man ask god If you were me, What would you do? The god replies If I were you, I would do what you did.
CURRENTLY READING
The Dark Road by Ma Jian
BOOK REVIEW: SEEN READING
Seen Reading by Julie Wilson Why I read this book? I like the idea it expresses, a bit, but I liked the cover most. It is an exceptional work, exceptional and a great concept. The concept of sightseeing of readers might be creepy to some, but it’s an idea and curiosity of the author to look around and see what others are reading. Imagine yourself, and tell me you would like to do that too. The book is a collection micro-fictions and brief descriptions of people the author has glanced reading in public. Each story in its brevity is able to capture a scene, a character, and her feelings in a remarkably short space. You might be disappointed as it goes […]
AUTHOR OF THE MONTH- GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
Born in Dublin, Ireland, Shaw never took part in the Irish Literary Revival. He wrote over fifty plays and almost every one of them is dramatized. He started his career as a novelist and as a critic of music and drama. His interest in Henry George, Karl Marx and other social theorists led to his affiliation with the Fabian Socialists. In 1884, he among with few others founded the Fabian Society. There was a time he gave up everything to study Marxism. He spent his free time in the British Museum educating himself on Shakespeare and other great writers. Spiritually and morally he had the strength of a giant, his passion for justice and his appetite for hard work. […]