and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
25 May 2005
Read about FLATHEAD - The peculiar genius of Thomas L. Friedman ! A deep bow to Atanu and in turn, Prashant