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Thank you for your hushed up version of me: A poem

Thank you for your hushed up version of me I can hear you whispering of my greatness in your anxious heated contentions over me But I only awake to an invisible tree of me from seeds that were flung dedicatedly, and not randomly, by the aimed intentions of the gardener I can say I have worked atContinue reading “Thank you for your hushed up version of me: A poem “

What do you see in my black and white?: A poem

I may spit out an objective phrase like the first stroke in a game of pool and think it was miscued all over the place But you may fit it straight in the pocket of wisdom, like a dart hitting bullseye And there may be an apparition out of random words meant to be only poetic that percolate exactnessContinue reading “What do you see in my black and white?: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, you ought to be flogged and tortured for eternity. You know that better than anybody else. But you won’t acknowledge it, because you have no shame, no guilt, no conscience!

You all ought to know that my undisclosed lifelong suffering has taken all the energy out of me. It is so unbearable now, it is sucking out what’s left of me. I just feel that shame upon those who make this their opportunity. Thank you to the very few who vindicate me with empathy. My resilience is only sustaining out of sheer courage and sense of duty!

Weren’t you with me since the beginning of creation?: A poem

You were with me ever since the beginning of creation So, you know where all my treasures I have hidden I can’t compare my love for you with just about anything For it is best left speechless in its wonderstruck estimating You can gift me all my dignity and take it away with sudden treachery These wounds resoundContinue reading “Weren’t you with me since the beginning of creation?: A poem “

Thank you all for overestimating my generosity! Because, you all take for granted the fact that I won’t punish you all for participating in Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me. I lead by example with my patience, unlike Prakash Saint Paul, whose treachery and evil are his salience!

Prakash Saint Paul tu ne bahut gadbad karke mujhe nachchaya. Maine bhi tere bahut murdabad karke tujhe fasaya. Hahahaha! I am not afraid of defeat or deceit, you are!

The foolishest fool thinks that the flu of treachery he feeds the flowers in my garden can make me flounder in frustration. Perhaps, his own treachery will out outlast him! Hahahahaha!

Is there lucidity in the apparent?: A poem

The lucidity of the skies is not transparent So don’t you wonder why the truth is obscured Some of the fault lies with humanity, itself It has never permitted wisdom to prevail over selfish knowledge And the secret sacred mysteries got even more distant the more aggressively ambitious humanity got You can say pretentious calmness deflects your guilt IfContinue reading “Is there lucidity in the apparent?: A poem “

God is not above perjury and war: A poem

You must know that my innocence is my defence Yet, I am not unable to fend for myself My blindness has an agility that, somehow, manifests in imperfect, perfect timing I am a joker, and most times, a deliberate fool I know how to foil my own victory It is not compassion, but a will to foster protection My griefContinue reading “God is not above perjury and war: A poem “