Arsh's Zimmer

Illusions of eternity flit by, One at a time. The exuberance of a child would chase each one Relenting only in the presence of another and t...

I am not a name The person that I was perished with the dreams that held him together Though I still remember them. I am not a voice Too man...

 In the depth of the night When no lamps alight He spreads his wings in flight. He soars over a valley And many an alley But did not find wh...

Dusty leaves rustled beneath my feet The night wind caressed my hair Stars shine warmly down at me Giving me company in the dark we share R...

There is a heart in New York, not merely on t-shirts sold on sidewalks but in the blues licks you hear from porters, lining the gangway, coo...

Can a fact dispel the lies of fiction? How may this be so? - Well, a story for example may be able to solicit our sympathy in a way in which...

  Does experience have always to precede any metaphor we may offer for it, like some algebraic designator whose meaning as it were was in an...