By Sunil Sharma
I was everywhere, yet nowhere. Hounded out everywhere. Cursed. Powerless. No voice. No clout. The dispossessed. I am Mr. Nobody. A human, yet not human. A native, yet an alien among my own. A man without any dignity. A soft target everywhere. An unseen man. A zero man. Phantom.
By Sunil Sharma
in order to have a sense of the totality,
we must tumble down a rabbit’s hole or
enter a Looking-glass room on our own
‘cause there is always that side calling out
an adventurer to explore!
By Sunil Sharma
These modern pieces of architecture and design sold in glossy ads to the aspiring middle class
The looming towers, defiant and rude, piercing a jagged skyline, already crowded,
Grim symbols of their estranged labour.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 