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O question the wind, that is so hard to find O question the bridges I never burned, the memories never left behind O question the pain, that repeated again and again But do I question the word, silently heard, that is my coxswain?! O question the song, whose lyrics make me sad O question someContinue reading “Yes, God says he is sorry for your taking the joyless ride!: A poem”

I hear your voice through the breeze… through the leaves, falling from autumnal trees Even that I know winter will come too soon, I turn my wavelengths confidently to your tune! Even if my rhyme is just a petty mime Even if my song is lost in time I will have each shouting choir echoContinue reading “I hear your voice through the breeze…:A poem”

I wouldn’t play croquet with the queen If she used large birds to hit the ball, I have a few goals to find, but I’ve been… Waiting…for a stork, standing tall I have seen so many horizons sink like hasty evenings, in an eye-blink And is it dying, to embers, my fire even though I’veContinue reading “See who I am, who I am? Am I just their sacrificial lamb?: A poem”

You know you can’t blame the Japanese for their precision But I can’t lock my shoulders on a key board, measuring 31 syllables to sum up what my mind wants to say! I’m not going to say Thank you, Tanka, even if it expresses love. I am not exactly a failure at expressing love inContinue reading “Thank you Tanka, but I can’t measure my poetry!: A poem”

You know darling, sweetheart, my Sarah, how history keeps unfolding the reminders of the crime that everything was stolen from me, from the very onset?! I didn’t cry over the injustice; nor did I decry it, being eternally stoic, patient, brave and equanimous in that grief! But I was punished for all my abrogation ofContinue reading “Darling, I ask you this day, and this point in time?: A poem”

(Praise be to whoever restores Saint Bernard’s call: “In Praise of the New Militia”!) Was the agenda lost between Bernard of Clairvaux, the foresightful Cistercian monk and Jacques du Molay, the last Templar  grand master? What went on in Saint Bernard’s mind, when he established the Order of the Knights to take on Jerusalem onContinue reading “Liber ad milites Templi de laude novae militae; and the Rule of Saint Bernard: A poem”

O dearest Gems of pets (!), when you had to go, I, with the knowledge of your looming passing, was filled with immense grief; feeling like a flame of love being extinguished from my soul, suddenly to become invisible, unrelatable (I feared!) As if a gamopetalous entity of endearment was being shrivelled out to beContinue reading “I lost my Gems of pets to Cancer (the disease, not the Zodiac sign)!: A poem”

Where’s Mum? Where’s Mum? Can she become an ally as I fly into the humongous sky, between orbits; in the failure of my wits. For I cannot see her in her unfailing indispensable vista in the radar of my eye? Is she the onset of rising or the diminishing setting? I feel like I amContinue reading “Where’s Mum? Where’s Mum?: A poem”

I am sleeping like in a dream And I am shaken as if in rude shock But I am submerged in a carnival procession where everyone is wearing costumes, masks or face and body  paint Is that impersonating? Is impersonating a pardonable travesty? Sometimes, I just don’t want to be anybody – I just wantContinue reading “Is now the time? Or later still?: A poem”

(Some words and phrases are taken from Stevie Nicks’ song Sorcerer) When I am tired of the juxtaposed uncertainty between intrepidity and insecurity I feel like a wild-eyed Alice in my misery falling through a rabbit hole into hopelessness, or is it wonderfulness?… because the enigma and mystique of falling into nowhere may just takeContinue reading “Waiting…: A poem”