Dear friends, please take a moment to read and deeply study the reviews of one of my friends, whose name is Peter Donnelly, and you will recognise the beauty in his language, the gentle regard for the author’s musings he places, and the careful steps he takes in unfolding to you why it is that he has interpreted each line…
Woman in a Blue-Sequinned Dress (This is a poem I had written one night while in London. In the morning that day I had seen many lads and ladies wearing graduation cloaks and caps and gathering outside our hotel. It was easy to tell what it was about. That very night as dad and I returned back home (our hotel), coleslaw…
(Declaration by members of “The Fish that Climbed a Tree”) (When an A-class novel’s characters spark into existence curious as to who it is that created them so beautifully that they can now through the eyes of a reader walk around with breathing lungs and pumping hearts) This is a poem dedicated to author, Kevin Ansbro for writing a book…
(A Japanese Folktale) With an incident from real life Written by Nilanjana Haldar Illustrations by Nilanjana Haldar Video (at the bottom) narrated by Nilanjana Haldar ( with live cinematographic sounds and other effects. Grab your earphones, and a pack of popcorns to start the ride : ) ) 2:30 p.m. Sunday, 7th July 2019. I was about to leave for…
By Nilanjana Haldar I have always wondered if there was any necessity for me to pen down this article but as I looked back to my years of strife for truth, I recalled how difficult my journey had been given the elusiveness of the real-life examples of self-realisation that I barely recognised as what I was endeavouring…
From me this comes rarely and today it’s standing ovation for this ABSOLUTELY beautiful writer we have here named Kevin Ansbro! I must enunciate with pauses: W-H-A-T A W-R-I-T-E-R! I have never been willed to do this but I couldn’t help myself so I did. I created a poem for this book and recited it into a recital video. (Please…
Oh Sir, they’re milking the blackfaces beyond the gate, Those bushy frowns over the fodder those mothers ate, Oh no, Gordon, I’m worried for I hear my mom call for long She doesn’t understand I’m at a place I truly belong. Oh look how colourful this alleyway looks, The toiler spraying out of children’s books He looks kind, Gordon, I…
I saw you knock the crumbs off the sandwichHalfway through your bite, you get jittery jittery jitteryYou want to rush, you want to hurry, you have to worry,I presume if you didn’t, someone would make you sorry.And then you stick your head up, angled straight up at me,Maybe splice your schedule so you have moments of carefreeBut were you ever…
Today I won’t write assuming any of my usual perfectionistic guile when I am writing anything.Today I’ll write out of pure childlike delight for English literature, and for having found a marvellous and valuable friend in a far-off country. Don’t forget, I see a teacher in this friend as well. So this is to celebrate a wonderful person, a guide, and…