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This January, This May, This September!: A poem

When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “

Me and you and Phunnu and a mighty friend!: A poem

I thought I was a whisper in the night I thought I could float away and dissipate But I stayed; my patience being golden, like solar rain I thought you came too late, but you came anyway! There was so much laughter between us, Though there was nothing voluminous to say! Yet, there were so many secrets, from every beginning, like weContinue reading “Me and you and Phunnu and a mighty friend!: A poem “

Hahahaha! Poor Albanese, every time he thinks he is gathering other people’s spleen, he is only garnering more gangrene! Hahahaha! My version of deceit of an evil bodygrabbing cheat! Hahahahaha! Macron would you have a dick! You always seem to have a tick? So, what’s actually between your thighs! Is it a crescent of lies?

Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem

Does the cuckoo in the clock know the difference? They say the universe’s memory is lodged only on its surface – the macroscopic existence of gravity like a large box with three-dimensional spaces and the quantum existence in the microscopic! Should they not resolve, may actually be encoded in a two-dimensional digital dataset. Like a hologram that is flat but appears three-dimensional. Even a blackhole is onlyContinue reading “Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem “

This love I encountered at my window tonight!: A poem

I stirred in the night as I moved to the window I imagined I paintbrushed a cloud on the pane And then it seemed to have a motive power of its own as it even wafted against the turbo of the fan Do you know we can see mirages out of imagination as we also see mirages out ofContinue reading “This love I encountered at my window tonight!: A poem “

Just couldn’t be bothered with the connivance; shove it up your throats!: A poem

Jashmina, did you think I thought you made a pretty picture as you sat in my enemy camps partaking in the skullduggery of plots against me; aggressively trying to tear me apart? Did I let myself loose in the democratic deceit of each tribe being sodomised by a tribe of my enemy, that I should never be the Pater Familias I am, but beContinue reading “Just couldn’t be bothered with the connivance; shove it up your throats!: A poem “

Just think what I should do, before I sue to make you all rue!: A poem

Simply Red sang: Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens! Would you call all that bodygrabbing a once-in-an-eternity accident? So many of us live to tell lies; and all of you are ever so gullible! I just happen to think of myself as an indissolute redeemer Until I am gladwrapped in a foil that takes away my sight! Call meContinue reading “Just think what I should do, before I sue to make you all rue!: A poem “

O Goddess, do you acknowledge me as God?!: A poem

Would I think that we were binaries and you slipped out of my clasp falling into disgrace. Such that this reality stung my face. This pain that even de-mouthed my invectives, like mountains flattened over the horizons leaving confounding mute mists in the atmosphere! Should Adma Kadmon have waited so, devoid of love Only the miracle light shining over one unified continent For everyContinue reading “O Goddess, do you acknowledge me as God?!: A poem “

I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem

Do you see what they did to Pluto? Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes? Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq? And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac? Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods? Did they quit when the Ages played their odds? Did they think I would look upContinue reading “I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem “

Jashmina, you know too well that I always do my duty, even if it works against me and my armies, and benefits my enemies! But please don’t ask me to forgive those who conspired to commit treachery against me, the likes of Anthony Albanese; and certainly not Prakash Saint Paul!