O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem
I thought, I thought of never going back to those silhouettes of chimneyed polluted air And skyscrapers that ate up the mangroves and streets going somewhere, only to block the drainage with so much garbage that there is a perennial deluge when it rains. I am trapped in the sphere above a metropolis of 25 million, almost the demographic size…
Tired of the crazy rock and roll, in an optionless reality?!?: A poem
(Who wants to steal my life when I want to live a little?) You know one can be made to feel so alien, that one becomes a stranger to oneself. Call it peer pressure, that one handled so well all along(!); until an imposing system got one’s thorax caught in wanton suffocation! One thought that all the petals…
All about natives and foreigners!: A poem
Tell me, if those that pretended to be virtuous were actually colliding with justice! Written history’s sheaves are no crumpled pages, but leathered logs in libraries of a conspired narrative. Victims being made villains! You can see, that demons come in disguise, like attractive gods with their flax hair, blue eyes and alabaster complexions; that they have swords behind their scapulas, on ships that…
Heed! It’s getting late in the day for me, but I can get angrier!: A poem
(I never thought you were a self-seeker Trump, but you can never get my loyalties for your perversities! And I certainly cannot stomach that selfish Anthony Albanese you may adopt for your convenience!) Do you think my mind has hide and not membrane that doesn’t bleed when you cut it deep by traumatising me And my scholastically dutiful heart doesn’t palpitate, even if I am…
I really think I want to go from this world! Nobody has any respect for my age or for the amount of sacrifice I’ve put in! You selfish lot think only about yourselves and expect me to play to your selfish designs! I have been the epitome of bravery and willpower, even when I had no strength. How much strength can I have at my age, even when I continue to be brave! Fuck off, you all selfish, self-seeking lot. If not me, destiny will make you all pay the price of your selfishness. I’m sure about it!
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 am…
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!
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