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The dust rose over my eyes…: A poem
I dreamt last night that the dust rose over my eyes right up to the skies But was there a clarity in the mist? Did I beat a door with my fists? I seemed to think the war is over If I left, would it ever? Would the trappists remain, now, still Because there has been too much abduction of my fellow-armies by evil? I amContinue reading “The dust rose over my eyes…: A poem “
I have made myself very clear to you all now; no more of those evil trappists Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul for me from here on! I want to love all those I love without evil’s fetters! And, I want to resign!
To dear Tony Abbott, I am a secret admirer of yours. You were one of the most scrupolous, righteous leaders Australia has ever seen. I’m sorry, I couldn’t see eye-to-eye with you when you were Prime Minister because of a sinister entity shackling me! I’d really wish we could have a brave Prime Minister like you again. Not wishywashy traitors and treasoners like Turnbull and Albanese!
I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem
Beyond the taboos of societal boundaries is the first star-point (bindu) speaking for itself This is more than what you all can reckon That is the reason you all disapprove of my weapons! When the disbelief of dishonour pervades time and everyone succumbs to that disgrace When a lone fighter thought he could make you all perceive the truth you did not wish to perceive! Continue reading “I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem “
Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem
I don’t know if there is any truth in the long-alleged veracity that Sappho of Lesbos was a lesbian for her passionate poems about her island filled with beautiful female under-studies! But I can say I am not a narcissistic homosexual for loving myself! And I am certainly not a misanthrope for despising a few Men! I just like you all toContinue reading “Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem “
O Mum and Dad, you are mountains exemplifying virtue: A poem
You know, the handwriting that spills on my page, is the blood of my soul that reveals itself! Yet, does the sky bare its entire soul even on the clearest night?! I just feel every star is reading out its own narrative-summary of itself in the distant light that takes so long to reach us You know,Continue reading “O Mum and Dad, you are mountains exemplifying virtue: A poem “
It is not your crevice, but your self-awareness!: A poem
When you think you have fallen into the crevice of destiny; when you think you are too debilitated to swing the bat at the ball(!); and you feel your bones creak even to do the necessary chores; when you feel so dilapidated, that you think your wrinkles are not wrinkles, but cobwebs(!); there is no better timeContinue reading “It is not your crevice, but your self-awareness!: A poem “
