I have written so much Poetry of late
I have written so much, even though I had to wait!
They are not all constituted of rhythm and rhyme;
Some are lines of pithy aphorisms, and some are
prosaic narratives! I can feel that ideas in words
can prompt you to discover yourself in hard-copy cut-outs
even if a reader struggles to decipher the treasure in
you. And I am an extempore rhapsody, not a choreographed
semblance of hypocrisy. I live in the suddenness of my words,
confessional, savouring myself, as much as denying myself!
Like a poet often does, am I justified in always decrying the present
and thinking of the past as a halcyon! No, there has always been strife!
And I am no Kingfisher with his nest in the waters! I like Terra firma!
I am also no Fisher King waiting for somebody else’s propiation
to heal myself and my Kingdom! Was Prester John among the three wise men?
What would you do if I told you, it was James not Jesus? Would you merely say
the Magi was deceived? Or rip the fabric of your religion as a ghoulish
vestment that you wore fervently all along? You know history was a massacre of
the innocent righteous, no matter what they put in your books!
(At least for the soulless past two millennia)! Must we thank Saint Paul for this?!
I write so as to express my soul. Nobody seems to be reading, though! They say the Universe
listens and heeds, anyway! Yet, honesty is a compliment that is taken to their advantage by gory
manipulators! Can we browbeat and hoodwink them with the truth as well???
You know, I can blame you all for all this sabotage of me, and consequential suffering
by me for no fault or crime of mine. Villainy of some is a raviney-valley,
taking down all the lofty-minded mountains surrounding it. I have never been a
desert adobe abode, though I lived in deserts for an eternity! You can say
I am triumphant with my interminable sense of duty despite all the suffering and
wearisomeness and defeat to treachery! Does this mean my rigorous vigour
still be a past participle, without compromising my presence? Can wickedness be
extirpated by sublime patience? Would India’s struggle for independence be my example?
I have yet to learn that sacrifice is fine, but the first and last phrase that determines
you, are self-assertion and speaking for oneself!
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