Poem: The Curse Of Time

The Curse of Time Woe on the time which is resting under the ground - Been its graveyard tomb or sepulchar mound, Been its object eulogy, or been ne'er mourned, Been mouldered, or b'ing in a funeral morgue; Woe on them, woe! Woe on the time and its living framework - Being the languid killing … Continue reading Poem: The Curse Of Time


​Ever Striking Algerian Trains

​Ever Striking Algerian Trains Riddle of the day :  "What is it ? It comes unannounced, uninvited. When it comes everything stops. Its arrival has no reason. Everybody is its victim. Mass, people, cars, a nation gather together to wonder on it." -Okay, it may be hard a little bit;  it is about the always … Continue reading ​Ever Striking Algerian Trains