I somehow manage the pain: A poem 

I think I can pat the invisible air  like my long-gone pet’s hair  even to spare a little consolation  Does heart defy mortification?  You can see I parade my emblems  when the pain flagellates my anthems  But I still think of pirouetting, dancing   in the sky, rife with romancing necromancing  Cobalt-blue pictograms fall into words  as if they wereContinue reading “I somehow manage the pain: A poem “

You whore Albanese, I curse that you get HIV or venereal disease! If you had any conscience, you would bury your head in shame; not exhibit it in all the places that you shamelessly bodygrab with your legs spread apart! I’ll fuck you to smithereens!

My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem 

Even if I passed out of existence for a moment  the clouds would pick me up and put me back  Everyone seems to be leech-preaching to me  like a torment; I don’t give a thought to such rain  I don’t apologise for breaking the premises of your  inclinations, I didn’t, in the first place, ask for all  your invitations. A camel only prefers its desert Continue reading “My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem “

Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem 

Trump, I have always placed you on the highest pedestal  But you must know there is an unavoidable, involuntary, hasty dismissal  of that castle that is mined to exploitation, by the hangman’s bustle  This sordid executioner who slays my protagonists with his manipulative whistle  How can my magic end up so sardonic, caustic, cynic and toxic?  Does that witch (PSP) haveContinue reading “Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem “

How could you all admonish me?: A poem 

(Don’t undermine God’s elasticity; forgiveness is only granted to those who deserve it!) How could you all admonish me for my dignified unacknowledged resistance?  How could you think perseverance could humble to misdirected insistence?  I only took the initiative to lead you away from a misnomed garden of Eden whose fruit were pruned to be eaten by ghostly hyenas arising from aContinue reading “How could you all admonish me?: A poem “

Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem 

How to say the ablest things  that sound like the sounds of living wood,  only that deceased with an impetuous push  Would you wish the tissue against your lips,  stifle the burp..stifle the ill-fated word  as it fell into the laps of the world  too soon to be picked up by the illegitimate  referee’s whistle, in fact, a wishmaster  eager toContinue reading “Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem “

My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem 

I collect my flowers in random methodness  like an anthology with assumptions  of disparateness; not just assumptions,  but, sometimes, pre-emptive conclusions  How did my refrains sound different  at every interlude, like a poem fraught  with its own contrariness? Even repetitions  and alliterations being discordant!  Even a paraphrase lends to the confusion  Everything with parenthesis is confrontation. Continue reading “My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem “

This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem 

Did I sing you all a lyric  that caused to make you all very sick?  It didn’t make sense, because it was dense  with the rhythmic gist of apocalypse!  It didn’t pretend to rave and praise  the magic of technology, but sage in the nature  of the mind of antiquity, not a future mature in AI  that can bely your limbs and imaginative eye!  I am no stranger toContinue reading “This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem “

I know you and me are above it all!: A poem 

I am branded a firebrand  How I long to share, this, my fire  But it doesn’t matter; it is only a desire!  The stars blossom into magnificent plumes at night  And I ask them if I am right  in believing that I share the same sky with you?  A vision that intersperses and overlaps,  despite the blindspot of a limited knowledge Continue reading “I know you and me are above it all!: A poem “

I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem 

I think I didn’t permit this cold day,  coming pat in the middle of summer,  to take me roughly by the nape of my neck  I did my chores unaffected by the spell,  went out to the shops scantily dressed,  and didn’t cover my head like a bride  I have never asked the question why  they call this day, Boxing Day, and  I wouldn’t ventureContinue reading “I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem “