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(Satire of Shakira’s: Hips don’t lie!) You know, the world is becoming a weirder place So, I am only tying up my shoe laces at the waist Shakira is telling Hispanola to make haste! Let the United States be laid to waste! Shakira says there are no lies at the hip Can the Latinos sailContinue reading “Estados Unidos, if you please, Shakira!: A poem”

I take a break from the fake And they are shouting out at me in the wake: Would I lie to you, baby? I just say may be, may be! What would the day be? I am not as frightened as the friars Lies, I give to all you liars I don’t spend my moneyContinue reading “Who deceived Eve and Adam?!: A poem”

(They live to tell a thousand lies…they kept them hidden well! If I live to tell the secrets, I have learnt till then, they will burn inside of me!) Oh my! Oh my! I love AI (Artificial Intelligence) They are talking how and why It will make us all die Anthropic had honey in itsContinue reading “Is dAIquiri Chinese?: A poem”

Sometimes, I feel a little lonely Love is like thin air in the field when I  want it and can’t even grasp it! If only it was the flowers in the meadow you brought home to us…. I am shattering my disgrace of not thinking about you enough when the diaspora of my convictions fallContinue reading “All my love to you, Dad!: A poem”

Some people called me Goanese, and I didn’t mind the allusion, not feeling the affront;  I was flattered by my humble roots confluenced by a unique duality of Indianness! Were I to feel a double baptismal of being both Goan and Indian! Yet, how are we changelings all our lives, otherwise we are stupor, comatoseContinue reading “I perceive the paddy fields of the past: A poem”

O I could love you till… the snowflakes deep-fry to fritters Till the hot coke of the engine train turns to a drenching rain Till the cubist home of my apartment block has a turret that is high as the sky Till the birds fly so high that their wings are painted with the goldContinue reading “O I could love you till…”

`O Phoenix, you arose and rearose And each time again It was a bigger mess Do you still think you can restructure it?’ He thought the commotion was yet, like a store that you can get what you desire without even maybe a bargain. There is something in the aspiration of getting what you bargainedContinue reading “To be or not to be (in non-existentialism): A poem”

I imagine I am on a cliff’s edge, on the edge of stating on the cliff of intrepidity, because somehow, I seem to get the feeling that I am cornballing myself with the trite of my expression. You know, at least I am not preaching, I am stating my predilections, preferences, predicament as well asContinue reading “I question evil at this point!: A poem”

I see myself shrinking into an oddball, a mothball Like time is a motion that sets you adrift, motionless – feeling your creeping redundancy, with the walls of your avowals coming down on you. If you made your plans for the future and found your future prick at your balloon. You lend yourself to anContinue reading “`We are all gonna die!’: A poem”