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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 “

Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem

Mother, I didn’t erect gravestones for you, because, though you were so earthy, I knew you didn’t belong to this planet! So am I lost in such utter alienness, that I barely feel I walked beyond the planet’s threshold; what with so much fish around! I just could hope brother Jesus wouldn’t be called a fish; so, we could uphold our love for him! I am just feeling at aContinue reading “Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem “

I am just levitated in levities: A poem

(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!) You know, how can I love so much when love can only be a folly to loss? Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave! Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished? I don’t think myContinue reading “I am just levitated in levities: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

I just don’t like to look at that creep Albanese’s face, because he committed so many crimes and treachery against me! I couldn’t be bothered if he bodygrabbs Susan Ley, because I know it is all Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery! I couldn’t be bothered with you cheapskate Albanese for trying to victimise me and getting leveraged from it. You selfish, evil, treacherous people are not worth my salt. I couldn’t care less. May be wishy-washy Australians deserve people like hipswaying self-centred you and Prakash Saint Paul. You can jolly well fantasise that Leo-Capricorn is your Piscean deep sea and continue to defraud the whole of Australia. And yes, aren’t you not going globetrotting in your desperation! Hahahaha! Your eventual fate dear Albanese, is the Antarctic! Hahahahah! I just couldn’t care less anymore! You have no dick, but you continue to want to prick! So Get Lost with Prakash Saint Paul’s connivance for all I care. I just couldn’t be bothered with you!