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The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem

Did you witness a crunch time when all comes falling back at you; and you just thought you were the pinch-hitter. Now, the baseball cap made you realise your strengths. I am just batting like a friend (righteous mighty leader) in the distant West. I don’t detect any anomalies in an unnamed friendship! But the treachery against us, is also common ground! Right from the timeContinue reading “The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem “

My sweet puppy dog, Phunnu!: A poem

I couldn’t even imagine the first moment I lay my eyes on you, it would be so much love; like an innocent knows the weight of such beauty before he actually, witnesses the object of it. I wouldn’t be lying to say I felt a surreal warmth and magic each time I caressed your fur. And you were so much of a newborn puppy dog, and like I already Continue reading “My sweet puppy dog, Phunnu!: A poem “

Elections are never honest!: A poem

Evil thinks God’s Kings are not nice things. By definition, how does evil qualify its own evil? And how does evil qualify the contradictory righteous! You may all have believed in the clergy and Papal edict in the past; Now you believe in the vilest propaganda! Men like to believe they are Masters; God didn’t hasten to disguise his repulsion, but was patient, when undeserving Men were made Kings! Continue reading “Elections are never honest!: A poem “

…Or would you believe that the crimes of Hitler were crueller than the much beloved ignored crimes of England, France, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands and Belgium against the natives of their conquered lands?

I couldn’t be bothered WordPress if you have continually denied me the window into the acknowledgement I get! I am a very resolute person in whatever I believe, no matter if nobody entertains or vindicates my honesty and courage! I just want you to know it will be on your conscience, if you contribute to the treachery against me!

Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem

You can believe and have faith, and have fear flushed out of the valves of your lion heart Would they think they could insinuate you if you did not fear? Or would you think they could honeytrap you? Did they try every means to get you? And you felt age is no barrier, not even undeserved punishment; even pain! There is too much to loseContinue reading “Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem “

What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem

All through the hectic vacuousness of my life, when I thought I had so little, so meagre, not even a half-filled glass; I didn’t question the lack of generosity of Fate. I am not even arrogant in my being above expectation. I am happy with the fructose of soulful wisdom, than the saccharine of the material. Did my art arise from lack ofContinue reading “What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem “

I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem

You see, when I started writing poetry, I didn’t think it was of any relevance to anybody else; I just wrote like a contortionist feeling the wires of my soul twist with the expression, and feeding them as well from the library of imagination! How different is imagination from reality, if one is borrowed from the other? Is there more euphoric vividity in dreaming than merely seeing? Sometimes,Continue reading “I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem “

What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem

What is the quantum spin between you and me? Should I take it that every transmigration of existence died like a Schrodinger’s cat, after it broke out of the box? You may think if it’s virtual reality, or the invisibility of true form grating its way against space-time and gathering mass? I know and believe in formations that exist asContinue reading “What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem

I was wondering tonight if I could watch the moon throw shadows in persuasion at me! I am limpid as air, but not limping water I am a chronic romancer, but no crone Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s in contagion with the crone he slept with? I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “