Buddha Speaks

Aloft upon the wings of a cherubim, I saw Beauty and I saw Hate; I questioned its purpose and He said, “Thy need to Wonder, my Will to Amaze”.

The boy

I made that journey everyday. Inevitable as our constant heading towards entropy, I would board off the metro at its last station and take the escalator that brought me directly to the exit gate. This gate hardly served any purpose. The commotion inside matched the madness outside. Endless queues of automobiles ran haphazard with an…