Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem 

I think I am something insignificantly small  But there is no measure for the way I stand tall  I have not harbinged, but crusaded, and couldn’t care,  if today’s occluded sky bares its knuckles at me.  I am not even upset by the rooftops’ looking sore  The blocks look like they have turned around  to stop me from my age-oldContinue reading “Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem “

You can see that the treachery against me devolves from one devious sinkhole to another! From Prakash Saint Paul to Anthony Albanese, and vice versa. I’m just past 61; it’s nobody’s concern – that I should be rid of either. I think you all want me to reserve truth and justice for another lifetime! Hello New Year! Hello treachery, torment and torture?

Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem 

Listen to every unheard rhythm of my universe!  What did it begat, for all its sincerity, if not curse?  Yes, an intense scrutiny; but did you all search  your own honesty, upon which you let treachery take perch?  I am on old tree, voluntarily standing, not sagging; wagging  like a neglected pup who is notContinue reading “Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem “

I don’t give a damn AA to loss of integrity!: A poem 

I am all camouflaged in a virtue  that you all allege as sin; I have the fortune   of such wisdom: I know gold is not tin!  You may see me sink, but I can trampoline  in a tarmac of slush caused by a relentless  deluge. I don’t give AAs to a leadership that  deserves to be lynched;Continue reading “I don’t give a damn AA to loss of integrity!: A poem “

Jashmina, do you have any shame in you? Do you return all the sacrifice I underwent for you with treachery, torture and treason against me, for the benefit of the likes of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and all my enemies?

Anthony Albanese not only committed the most heinous crimes and treachery against me, he is also the worst prime minister in the history of Australia! And he doesn’t even have the shame, guilt or conscience to resign. And the Labor Party simply doesn’t want to oust him! Worse, he still shamelessly tries to capitalise on everything I think, say and do! Ruin on Anthony Albanese!

To the ones that matter…:A poem 

You all can see  that when it came to choices for free  I displayed much inhibition  reluctant to play your much expected and desired melody  instead, dishing you an irony  And you had pleaded me with pleasantries  I didn’t cause the watershed; but only the upheavals  that designed the obituaries of every scheme  I felt like a lonely ghost walking in these graveyards Continue reading “To the ones that matter…:A poem “

Could you discern between perfumer and poisoner?: A poem 

I have never wooed choices,  even the ones between living and dying  It was a mere matter of circumstance.  I had no indolent time  hanging like hedonism out of the clock  and walking its character into my socks  It was always just conscious work  Even when energy was a parched reservoir  so, to rely on sheer will and sense ofContinue reading “Could you discern between perfumer and poisoner?: A poem “