Is your love episodic, between
falling short and non-existent?
Do you respect my sacrifice for you?
Or do you consider it only as your leverage
without glancing back in acknowledgement?
Did you care to call me up
in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through?
Does it matter to you, that sometimes,
even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance?
Or are you just habitually situated in the distance
gladly feeling the convenience and comfort of it?
Did I not know that when you called me, ever,
it was to please that evil rat and fish Albanese?
I, sometimes, feel hardened by your demeanour
that gives me agonising ungrace in my dignified disposition
Would I believe that all this is my delusion-illusion
like a brain chip locked in my head
and you actually were like Sharon Stone in the movie Total Recall?
That I should be estranged from Mars
by the deceit of gossamer-haired stars?
I thought you did not like spiders; so how come you prefer fish?
Were you ever my Goddess ? Or just a pawn of the devious?
I have suddenly discovered that for all my kindness, generosity,
genuineness, selflessness and sacrifice,
I have never been given any recognition (not that I care!)
and, so much so, I have few siblings and no friends to talk to
Do you think that loneliness is so smug and clean?
Would I just be clinging to the North Pole
or any territory familiar to me
if it all at once was hijacked from me?
Would you have faked your mammoth of love, now,
when it was already seemingly lost in prehistory?
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