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I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem

How could I feel the gnawing, of grief in silence, without crying, and know that this illusion of being home was not mine, since there was no picture of you? And feel I reside with such unkind reservation that keeps me from not shattering the windows and plucking out the thunder from the skies without the lightning piercing my heart? What stores the gold of the soul I sharedContinue reading “I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem “

I’ve put the silence in my feet!: A poem

I can see every cloud passing not just a fleet, but every bit of sky It can be a non-descript end When did it ever begin; what’s left to defend I just feel there is no shallow or hollow When there is no solidarity with the field Who can question me, when there is nothing to listen to? Even the whistleContinue reading “I’ve put the silence in my feet!: A poem “

Where does the story fall in time…: A poem

Did I call on love… in a life that left me standing alone What did I forget…even myself I didn’t even look at my shadow I turned it over, away from my feet that walked in their sinews, and in weariness but at least they didn’t break like my teeth! Do you know my fruits fell far away from my tree? So,Continue reading “Where does the story fall in time…: A poem “

I’m telling you all, please leave!: A poem

There is no caption I want to highlight more boldly and in capital letters on my soul’s door! There is a loot that is gone unaccountable, I just don’t think I need your hands any more on my table! These are words I have dropped from the sky of my existence Even the heavy stars don’t fall that hard! I just don’t need the toxins of your smelly-mouthed breath Continue reading “I’m telling you all, please leave!: A poem “

Anthony Albanese, I don’t feel saddened that you got my creativity thieved and pirated; though I hope you feel ashamed that you had no conscience or authencity to do that heinous crime! I just don’t think you are anything else but the fishy fish you are!

O Sita! What do I implore (hark and heed)?: A poem

O Sita! Are you always prone to delude and disillusion Ram? And was your loyalty to Ram only in the period of his exile? Did Ram not take such unbearable pains, to cross the waters to free you from your tormentor? That you should choose one evil for another to hazard Ram? Did you not make LuvContinue reading “O Sita! What do I implore (hark and heed)?: A poem “

Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem

Does it befit a world to be in an Auschwitz of souls? Would you want to settle in a dystopia, where belief is founded on the bedlam of truth? You can be the water of your soul or its lunacy? But I am never going to vouch for it! It is not even my bedlamp, lit up in my sleep! I know whoContinue reading “Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem “

Rachel, did you not slap me in the face every now and then?: A poem

Rachel, did you not slap my face, when I let you know that I wanted to use my gun against Spiderman? I couldn’t even ask Batman for help, because Spiderman would morph into Batman? So, I just waited, even if not with bated breath, demeaning myself for you, in between the two of them, being the SuperGod, draping my convictions withContinue reading “Rachel, did you not slap me in the face every now and then?: A poem “

Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem

Is the manifoldness of your knowledge making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension? Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition? Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself? Would that be a submission or a submersion? Would we know the infiniteContinue reading “Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem “

The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem

(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”