And so comes September, when I remember…!: A poem

You know how we have a memory, even of superstitions, like we believed the crow that came to pick at a sweetmeat at my eldest sister’s wedding ceremony was that of an acquiescing ancestor. Yet, how even memory blinkers in the passage of age, and we seldom have reminders. Yet, September comes, and it isContinue reading “And so comes September, when I remember…!: A poem”

How can I imagine being a loyalist, when I am nobody’s child?!: A poem

Sometimes, I’d like to imagine that the dawn sky would peek out of its closet of stark blanketness and yield me a golden torch shining straight at me! As if its blue was actually versicoloured, and there were no battles on the horizons, no embargos on celebration! I’d tie a yellow ribbon for love, andContinue reading “How can I imagine being a loyalist, when I am nobody’s child?!: A poem”

The day the music died was when we lost our dragon kings!: A poem

(Based on the song: Bye Bye Miss American Pie) You know, there never has been a `has been’ Even with the likes of the brevity of James Dean The rebel never dies without a cause He has too much of a soul and that’s his loss I know that in the arms of the AmericanContinue reading “The day the music died was when we lost our dragon kings!: A poem”

Love can’t be pretentious, please practise what you preach!: A poem

Would I be called a heathen legion were I to evangelicise the attributes of duty to justice before the imperative of love. That we ought to be embellished by truths rather than  be of nature seeking convenience and avoiding  hardship. If you believe in virtue, not in the slightest deign!… Even if there is aContinue reading “Love can’t be pretentious, please practise what you preach!: A poem”

Destroy that evil wily creep Albanese! May he have a terrible accident while travelling in a white car. And if he stops travelling in a white car, everytime his name Albanese is called, I curse he will have a sharp wrenching pain in his guts!!!