Can the bird find the dry leaf!: A poem

Oh! I had so much, hope, belief and faith that the Supreme would protect me from evil’s hate Oh! How I waited at such a hope’s gate! But, now I fear, it is too late! Treachery and chicanery haunt my every step Prakash Saint Paul capitalising on everything, yet And his secret consort, the LaborContinue reading “Can the bird find the dry leaf!: A poem”

Hi Baby, I don’t think I can ever forgive you and Meena after this. I am sure they may keep me here for quite a while. So please use all the evidence you can get against me. I Was managing my life very well without you all. Thank you, for proving I am insane. I hope I come out a drugged zombie. Please forward this message to Meena as I have broken all relationships with her and her family. Of course, now I will be under Government scrutiny for life. Is the Labor Party going to bless you for this?!

I have been consigned, confined and drugged: A poem

These endless roads travelled These distances becoming longer The mountain climbed nearly to the peak and a free fall into the deep This ill-sounding alarm that straddled my soul Enforced, confined, and consigned by a regime, pretending to encourage democracy. So, I am now sharing space with inmates, who are yelling and sobbing. I mustContinue reading “I have been consigned, confined and drugged: A poem”

I shit on your fishy face Albanese. You must know that all the treachery you committed against me and how much you compromised me will get you terrible suffering for eternity. There is a universal mechanism that delivers that retribution