HERO CUP FINAL

   by Dennis Dinopoulos* Where was I walking to? Where was I running to in these wide and sprawling streets?  The night thick, aromatic.  I was caught in the midst this incredible current,  pushed along by sheer excitement, pumped by  an expectancy higher than the buildings enclosing me.  I was immersed in these invisible, intense, electrifying deregulators, together with fellow …

KAJURAHO

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos The British had left them hidden, grateful to the thick jungle, relieved that it had entwined itself around them – temples the lot of them! Such ‘unmentionable’ monuments, huddled together like newly hatched, depicting in exquisite details the delights of love. Here was love’s triangle fused into one explosion, with differentiating …

OUR LADY LAKSHMI

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos  By the Hoogly River at  the Flower Market, it was one long Oh! The colours poignant vibrating splashes, infusing the air with a fragrance overwhelming, ushering me along. I was floating on feelings, walking on clouds, suspended in wonder that I should be here, walking by your side; you, in your …