A poem I wrote a month or two ago about “development” in India, which is almost always at the cost of the environment.

This poem talks about what’s inside a ruined man’s mind – how he gradually shifted from an upcoming mass murderer to a man who finally found love again.
It is divided in episodes.

Living in New York, and living broke.

Read how Tyson’s first meltdown at Early Intervention turned into his first visit at McDonalds.

The economic meltdown really hurts some.

My computer had a meltdown in December, and I couldn’t fix it. Had to get some help.