(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment! And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my head in the clouds, thought I could see you there! How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “
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Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem
I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice! It seems to screw up my sacrifice! Have my boat turned over and around capsized, and then drowned? You can see what has become of true love like a shutdown dead end of an alcove! And I can see the grinning grimace on the face of all those who had me abased! Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “
Jashmina, thank you for your loyalty. Was I ever loyal to you or sacrifice so much for you, for this kind of your overwhelming loyalty? Or do you think that my Mum and Dad, and, more particularly, my Phunnu; and everybody else I love deserve this loyalty from you? Should you keep thinking that we all should suffer because of your devious loyalty to your (priceless?) Dada and the hypocrite Anthony Albanese?
O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem
O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “
Hey cheapies Australian Broadcasting Corporation, don’t pretend you don’t know that Albanese goes to any extent to manipulate occasions and incidents to enhance his acceptance and popularity. We have had a lot of crocodile tears since he came into the forefront of Australian politics. And many of them to treacherise me! I don’t know if you have ever been credible, ABC, but I surely do know that you refuse to spite the hand that fed you, even if it means losing any credibility or veracity that you if you ever had! Shame on Albanese! Shame on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation!
I had the grace to make Albanese, the Laborers and the Left Wing win, despite their evil criminality and treachery against me, for you Jashmina! Aren’t they still winning and bodygrabbing? I just couldn’t be bothered! I am very kind, and have witnessed no kindness in return! I don’t blame my armies though, because they have always been treacherised, eaten up and bodygrabbed because of my loyalties to them!
Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem
Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “
Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem
Did you see a vision in your sudden blindness that you needed to learn and teach, out of a raging pursuit out of a debilitation? And how you turned out to be (!) prolific mentor in a dystopian world! Discovering that the piecrust of seeking happiness leaves one without tasting the meat within it. Like in the West, libido felt like a liberation,Continue reading “Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem “
It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem
I withdraw my love for you all, because you all fear And I am not subjective to evil, I don’t shed a tear There are knives cutting through me every moment I can silently scream; it’s not just treachery and torment! Like anatomy sabotaged to dreadedingly fall to its knees You know who wants me to succumb to the seas I am blindfolded butContinue reading “It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem “
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