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My love for you is no mere message in the bottle: A poem

Do you think I was prone to believe that the eternity of my love was just a message in a bottle, and not a humongous writing on the skies? Did the stars not frequently recount what were the beginnings of us? If you peer into the limitless night, you’d hear the melody playing for me and you! Did you think IContinue reading “My love for you is no mere message in the bottle: A poem “

Is God only being subject to injustice? Must I cop it?: A poem

Did I not wish heartily for all I loved to be sitting around the dinner table of eternity; and would the festivities be tuned by the music of freedom from history; that was so full of perversions that we simply rewound to the originality. Like it was all a surprise classic from a cassette player with a divinely stereophonic sound! And I amContinue reading “Is God only being subject to injustice? Must I cop it?: A poem “

Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem

I remember the flame on the festooned candle of a communion that I failed to have faith in somewhere in my growing years, not out of disillusion, but out of a faint conviction; Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “

Hey WordPress, you have blockaded my blogsite for too long; you transgressed against me in collusion with treachery’s song! Do you think you have the right to frustrate my dignity? Remember, I’m paying you, you are not doing it for free! You are just a platform for my expression and creativity; I don’t owe you any loyalty! Don’t think you are above impunity; for the frustration you have caused me!

Hey Anthony Albanese, what’s got your tail? Did you see the missive in the mail? Have you lost any of your fishy scales? Or are you just turning pale? Or did you get foot-in-the-mouth disease? From thinking you can bite anything you please! Historic injustice has been done to me, but I’m still very kind; Unlike you all, I never thought of protecting my behind! And should you think the treachery against me favours you? And my sublime generosity, would I rue! I will tell you, I have every right to shame you! But, to me, you are only insignificantly pathetic; my war is not about you!

Albanese, I love to see you smile through your girth; how your belly gets all the paydirt; what me worry, you are just worth; the fish you are, an afterthought; And I won’t think its distasteful; because you are just a mouthful; but not mine, the lab-rats find me very useful; in winning out of PSP’s treachery, more than a handful. So may the left always win, bodygrabbing is not just your sin; in cahoots is your strange bedfellow above the din; he really all the evil’s bastions underpins! And let the pee of the sea; take this world for eternity! Hahahahaha! I have that wish for a fish! Hahahahah!

Have you all thought you defeated me and my armies (Hahahaha) Watch out for eternity?!: A poem

See how brown is my earth?! Do you think it has any dirt? Should I tell you how much I’ve been hurt since the day of creation’s birth? See how life belongs to me! If even that should be taken away by a morbid sea? I’m not debilitated by evil; see! I am always free! And have you wondered whatContinue reading “Have you all thought you defeated me and my armies (Hahahaha) Watch out for eternity?!: A poem “

Everywhere I go, someone or the other opens their mouth and shows me their tongue! I am just having a hearty laugh! Is it Prakash Saint Paul’s cleverly, bodygrabbing treachery or Anthony Albanese’s? HAHAHAHA!

Dear Ursula, I invite you to come to Australia and have sex with Albanese! Hahahaha!: A poem

(Albanese, like a fool, always a treasure-hunting miserable fool! Hahahaha!) Can you imagine, Albanese finally got the guts, Not hiding behind skirts with ifs and buts And would he camouflage with caprice Or would you call it treachery in a fish’s fist? O how, the water is getting you from this bank to that! Do fish actually lie on their bellies, flat! CanContinue reading “Dear Ursula, I invite you to come to Australia and have sex with Albanese! Hahahaha!: A poem “

Jashmina, do you think any sort of justice is being done? Your evil dada, Prakash Saint Paul, who committed eternal crimes and treachery against me, is getting away with his crimes and murders, eating and rapining scotfree! And me, against whom all the injustices were done, am being tortured day and night. Thank you!