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See how Anthony Albanese and the Labor Party try to disrupt me. If they think I am going to Coles, they take out the car from No. 40 and drive to Libra-Pisces. If that fails they try to take the cars out of My Mother’s numbers, Jashmina’s numbers or Phunnu’s numbers. Hahahahahahaha! See what is happening to Anthony Albanese’s and Labor Party’s eternity! And, they think if they can get Prakash Saint Paul to isolate me from getting any help they will win the war! Hahahahahahaha!

I hate the Labor Party! They have done me too much injustice…too much indignity! To think they have the gall to persecute me in spite of all that. Jashmina, where is the justice, I ask you?

The shroud of Turin, is my face; that of me, Jacques du Molay, not Jesus! I am sick of and tired of all of you denying me and my justice. None of you have the courage to stand up for truth and justice. I really am tired of doing you all favours and being patient waiting for you all to see the truth. I want to go from this world…but not before destroying it!!!!

Pervigilium: A poem

Can we go into the night sky, you and I? Like leaving them Lucy’s diamonds far below us; and tearing up the edges of the Universe, like a garment that falls short of our magnitude! If only I can reinstitute your candidature for being candid against my heart, awash with tears from aeons of deceit! Please do not repeat! I trapezed throughContinue reading “Pervigilium: A poem “

I just can’t stay in this suburb! The Labor Party is harassing me on the streets! Every time I spoke about it earlier or reacted, I was punished for it! I just can’t have my life straitjacketed like this. I want to go to a non-Labor jurisdiction!

These cards up my sleeve!: A poem

Mum, Dad and True Love(!) Does that sum up my love, or does it indicate more… four billion score? For, loving each of you sets off a radioactive chain reaction And the substance, at the core, doesn’t diminish, but increases! You know I have dabbled with clubs and spades, all through, despite being the Ace of Hearts! You can say I am a crossroad –Continue reading “These cards up my sleeve!: A poem “

If you have gone grey suddenly, without feeling it all through!: A poem

I took the corner into tomorrow Just like I had yesterday And I felt how wrong was yesterday If injustice could be spelt enough in words! Even though, calculably existing, nothing felt amiss! That just the thieves turning your evenings scarlett with your blood; your flesh dripping from your bones Despite the vestiges and vantages of strength your characterContinue reading “If you have gone grey suddenly, without feeling it all through!: A poem “

This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem

You know, this poetry, it can leave your soul heart warmed on a curb of sweet-sonorous onomatopiased percussive melody of first sounds! In a brief lilt, like a wind in a recess that walks you out into the wonder of new light. If you chose to listen to the cryptic messenger as much as you relax in the simple lyrics! I haveContinue reading “This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem “

O Oread! I have no lymph for you, you unwelcome nymph!: A poem

O Oread! Do not inhabit my vegetation Your sackcloth or fur does not spur any libidinous pangs in me! I do not have any delusions, even if the crone stares straight at me in her journeys. She is not my spring or summer; I have sacrificed all of these summers, lying in wait! I will not have Artemis wrap her kneesContinue reading “O Oread! I have no lymph for you, you unwelcome nymph!: A poem “

All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia

There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells – of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box! That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “