Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem 

You know, it was a man that they called messiah, not a God  He who deliberately took to riding the ass into Jerusalem  to fulfill a prophecy; was it a grand deception; or his spite to   challenge his father, Joseph, who had reserved the legacy of messianism   for his second son, James. Jesus always caused a lot of migraine  to Joseph! Even whenContinue reading “Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem “

The predicament of knowing and its folly through a ventriloquism of treachery!: A poem  

Bertrand Russel says all philosophy started with Thales  It is only Thales’ water. Western chauvinism! I beg to differ.  If you can hear the songs of many civilisations screaming   before the Greeks. And would you say that all psychology  started with Sigmund Freud? What about Fyodr Dostoyevsky’s  experience with pain, guilt and suffering? I have just learnt   that I am neither a philosopher nor psychologist. And where Continue reading “The predicament of knowing and its folly through a ventriloquism of treachery!: A poem  “

Thanksgiving Day: A poem 

Did I not know that Turkeys  are large birds with the smallest brains?  I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts  Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey   from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness  Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence  But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain  I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess  I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “

I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!: A poem 

I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!  Since the molten earth turned solid, I came  like Adam Kadmon, your soul, before you even manifest  long are the ages of God’s revelation, before it was actually revealed  of the promised people; but they were subject to much travail.  I had to hide my identity, much too often, Continue reading “I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!: A poem “

O Aphrodite, you do not constitute my sexual desire!: A poem 

O Aphrodite (Venus) you do not constitute my sexual desire  when you slipped into the treachery’s underworld,   I no longer held you dear! You thought I loved you just because   I spurned Artemis! No-go! The moon didn’t inspire my love!  But does that make you think I am your Valentine?  I just have to be a Casanova in spirit and feel dispassionate  even when I love; so, would IContinue reading “O Aphrodite, you do not constitute my sexual desire!: A poem “

Cancer has never been my home turf!: A poem 

I edict the Lunar New Year doesn’t have any horses!  The moon can croon, but it and its minions are not my bosses!   The moon is no mother, but like a vamp sticking out of Allah’s tongue  My real Mother is dignity; the moon gives me cramps!  The Lunar New Year, is no ignition for my lamps  Chinese astrology doesn’t make upContinue reading “Cancer has never been my home turf!: A poem “

There is no sovereignty in Parliamentary democracy: A poem 

I don’t believe I possess any sovereignty in the confines of Parliamentary democracy  The rabid shadow that Westministerial connivance deluged us with  Your choice is not an option for electoral consequence; that really needn’t prevail  It is a humongous conspiracy that expounds fish can swim even on land!  I just think that Machiavelli or Nietzsche were not as confoundingly evil as   those that propagandise their dignity and goodness in upholding the law Continue reading “There is no sovereignty in Parliamentary democracy: A poem “

The brittleness of the perversities: A poem 

(To the evil of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, the Left wing, and all their cohorts and options)  I did not ask for a collective will  because it would only be mutilated by treachery  But I have sensed the brittleness  of the perversities that treachery indulges in  Did I ask for demolition of the contraband? Continue reading “The brittleness of the perversities: A poem “

O Mother, there are a multitude of alphabets in my love for you!: A poem 

O Mother all those formative aeons of formation  meant to outlast the continuum of everlasting  I am just in the womb of wisdom; as much as I  am out of it; to forge a battle for truth. I can tell you  this presence in time has no substance, like an   ocean that is invalidated by its illusion,Continue reading “O Mother, there are a multitude of alphabets in my love for you!: A poem “

O Dad (and son), do we remember the oldness of our existence?: A poem 

O Dad (and son) like an inter-planetary missive  like a voice from a jukebox, the obsolete telephone rings  as if to communicate a mute testimony in existence –  the epistolary contained in every digit of the universe!  Though religion had deigned to excommunicate us; or set us apart  We lived in our trials and tribulations like an eternityContinue reading “O Dad (and son), do we remember the oldness of our existence?: A poem “