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The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem

I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “

The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem

I think of rain. Its large pink drops from a grey-blue sky! Those welcome drops drunk by the earth till it is full and washes away the dust of the streets, like an anointing! I am a child again in the seventies, when the sky broke in too many places with thunder and lightning. We had no Continue reading “The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem “

Ah Sarah (my Jashmina)!: A poem

Ah Sarah! In all my inspiration, I could have said before the stones put my lamp out; and I were dead Your true inner beauty, only I would know Your sparkle, like an immaculate gem hidden in an ore Romeo and Juliet, poor cousins to us, would I bet had been unfortunate to face anContinue reading “Ah Sarah (my Jashmina)!: A poem “

Destiny’s silent still at my will: A poem

I keep rotating and revoluting, and yet I am still The yellow roses in my coloured pot know that’s my drill The dervish of my imagination has time to kill I am threadbare in my motion, till dusk if I will I am not lampooned by the imposition; not irate with the grill I flutter like a butterfly, like a gasp ofContinue reading “Destiny’s silent still at my will: A poem “

The selfishness of vested interests and I always have to be compromised and suffer. I’m just walking away from all this selfishness. Fuck you all!

Normandy won, Norway won, to whom is Anthony Albanese apologising with champagne glass in hand?! Keep up the ‘honest’ cheating and bodygrabbing Labor Party, it will get you a third term! Hahahaha! Boo hoo hoo hoo! Love your cheap gimmicks!

I don’t want Albanese’s apologies! I reject them! I want him to COMMIT SUICIDE out of guilt and shame for all the crimes and treachery he committed against me!

Darling, chivalry is not dead! Yet, I am living as `Nobody’s Child’ for everybody’s convenience: A poem

Darling, chivalry is not dead; it is only the alchemical lead waiting in the backdrop to be transmuted alchemically to gold. I have furnished my gold to destiny and eternity even if none of its shimmer has rubbed off on anyone at all! You know evil has always capitalised on my sense of duty, and the ore of the core of my substanceContinue reading “Darling, chivalry is not dead! Yet, I am living as `Nobody’s Child’ for everybody’s convenience: A poem “

The smugness of nowhere and the conflict of somewhere!: A poem

You know, I can ask you all: What is aspirational intensity? Is it instinctive need or megalomaniacal greed? Is necessity really the mother of invention? Or is aspiration the minefield of selfishness and conflict? Is necessity actually the mother of invention? Or is all the conflict to get the competitive edge over the Joneses the patron saint of progress! You know dimensional diversitiesContinue reading “The smugness of nowhere and the conflict of somewhere!: A poem “

Defining and redefining love: A poem

How do we discover the addenda of a previous lifetime, a footnote of similitude manifesting in an umbrage; the seeming womb; that we then so spontaneously find it recurring in our break and breath of life. The first cry of a mortal pining for something! Have we a memory of the objectification of love like a divine recall, rather than the object of it(?), so that in a mortalContinue reading “Defining and redefining love: A poem “