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I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem

I feel like a loner, even when I imagine the entire universe sitting beside me Like I’ve fondled a memory and brought it to life I know magic works regardless of what you decide You know that a pain is forgotten even if it lies in your bed An aftermath when you feel secluded by immaculate divinity in your head Continue reading “I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem “

Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem

I just wouldn’t subscribe to the rigmarole of love and peace stalking my universality when there is yet an unfinished business of walking across the pits of burning embers! Should I have to go alone against all your insistence and persistence! My perseverance can’t be diminished by congeniality. I am the dust of creation, not its dirt. My semen begat the procreation, not the scum that conspired against it. So how do you invoke myContinue reading “Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem “

Dirty conniving creeps Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party! Go stick your heads in the guillotines, even though you’re not French royalty, but the dirtiest scumbags! The whole of Australia ought to revolt in Anarchy against you, two-faced, forked-tongued morphing beasts, that commit their treachery by holding guns against somebody else’s shoulder. FUCK THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU!

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered just like you did and felt your strength; and I did in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully, sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem

Zeno, you tried to smudge the dichotomy of dispute. Aristotelians wanted self-sufficiency materialistically A happiness from being able to live in consistent comfort But Cynics were adamant that all that was material was bad They expounded the virtue in ascetism and austerity Even a Stoic was befuddled between the two, about clarity in managing of life, emotion and all thingsContinue reading “Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem “

My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations! Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania? As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest? And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem

Is your love episodic, between falling short and non-existent? Do you respect my sacrifice for you? Or do you consider it only as your leverage without glancing back in acknowledgement? Did you care to call me up in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through? Does it matter to you, that sometimes, even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance? Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem

I, God, want to let you all know that I am not responsible for you all feeling invalidated by the present. You can see that me, God, incarnated as a sublime soul, to be punished with a bondage to blindfoldment, not to predicate his own precognition. I just think this humility and all its consequential humiliation Continue reading “I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all, Because you could tell that everything you wished for was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone. I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself. I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “