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I am waiting, waiting!: A poem

Can I kick the ball as well as I can grab it? I just think that no one ever told me that I am too old to play; My team is made up of old fogeys, who still believe that their belief stands tall Sometimes, I think I push them too much as if my mentoring doesn’t blow the whistle and there neverContinue reading “I am waiting, waiting!: A poem “

Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem

Do you think anyone can invalidate candour or honesty? Is a memory an illusion or a reality, that you’ve picked up from some distant recollection? How the stars exist in our vision beyond their lifetimes? Do you think I would just hastily valediction a past because it brings me pangs of pain. There is a love that overlaps every brigade of change. From times when there was no script,Continue reading “Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem “

I love my baby girl Jashmina, I love my dad, I love my mum, I love my siblings, I love all those who I love. Of all the leaders of the world, I love Donald Trump the most! I simply love him! Fuck you all, who want to bring Donald Trump down! I cast you all into the deepest abyss for eternity!

Would I dream, if not of peaches and cream?: A poem

Would I dream, if not just of peaches and cream but tribulations of an upward stream? Would it be just a little gleam? Would I believe that the sun hides after sunset? Did I venture to make it seem this sacrifice is like a bet that prevails over everything, yet? I’ve never been the lackey of untruths Did youContinue reading “Would I dream, if not of peaches and cream?: A poem “

Discern between righteousness and evil good!: A poem

(Hey, you dirty creep Prakash Saint Paul! Acting like the victim and trying to solicit my sympathy, and committing treachery against me at the same time? You think you can get away with your most heinous crimes and murders by hoodwinking me?) Where does eternity lie, in which flaw? Where do your souls repose, in which jaw? Continue reading “Discern between righteousness and evil good!: A poem “

What should be the final account of everything?: A poem

Do you think I should repose in which corner, if my rest is made grievous solemn by treachery? That I should linger in the space of each nook and cranny… and not desist to part ways, if the smugness is the hors d’art of evil? I am just irate at the liar (Prakash Saint Paul) takingContinue reading “What should be the final account of everything?: A poem “

How fortunate is evil?!: A poem

(To Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, the protagonists of evil…) Do you think I must bathe in the desertification of my soul? It seems like an agony of eternity! Should I lay the wreath on my own grave! That God should walk again and again, bravely to his fate where the entrails of time only ever-lastinglyContinue reading “How fortunate is evil?!: A poem “

Just a slingshot!: A poem

Do you think that being diminutive in stature can’t see you stand tall? The Philistines had giants, so they couldn’t have their backs against the wall? And would you be deceived that men of the sea are gods of the land? Then let your armies race to the battlefront to see that mighty is the smallest one! Sometimes, yourContinue reading “Just a slingshot!: A poem “

The F-word!: A poem

I was fountainhead and father of all; the fecundity that fertilised the fabric I fathomed the fire and the frost, the feeling of ceiling and the felt of the floor, that you all walk upon. Forever is a word that fits the flint of each foil. I am a field with no fern, but a forest of freshness. There was flood that Continue reading “The F-word!: A poem “

I stand at a mountain and witness a portal: A poem

I stand at the base of a mountain and utter the words: Open Sesame! And see a rock clear from the mountain and reveal a portal And, in it, I see a reflection of the stardust in my hair As if it were an original vision of myself I swear I won’t comb out this stardust off my hair, just leave it toContinue reading “I stand at a mountain and witness a portal: A poem “