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Is the scorpion the actual poison?  Or is it poisson that makes you cry, as does an onion?  Did the fairies take my Mum to Aries?  Who tampered with my mother’s diaries?   Is it the one who did the stoning?  The one who does not want to do the penance or atoning?  Where did myContinue reading “Can truth and justice ever have a say?: A poem “

I have always bravely taken on the world’s leaders  Never felt afraid to ruffle their precious feathers  Never feared the suffering of punitive consequences  I am never wrong; and we all have a right to our differences  And if Prakash thinks he can hijack mine, Leo, Capricorn, Taurus  to checkmate me deviously. I will notContinue reading “I can brave his havoc; I am never in the dock: A poem “

You didn’t break the law  History knows, they’ve always abused it  You bore their rancour  Bravery is the core of your wit  You risked isolation  Though we didn’t want destruction  Justice must get its traction  That is when good also shows no compunction  Who made the laws of the world?  The ones that committed theContinue reading “Bravo! Brave Putin: A poem “

These times are, like limes, sour and bitter  My life has never been as soft as butter  I know suffering has always been my abstract daughter  But I was born with the dignity to be patient foster  My wings have been frozen every season  Yet, I have flown past every treachery and every treason  likeContinue reading “The times are no thyme, but I’ll see the sign: A poem “

He tries to stump me in mid-sentence  with his desperate treacherous utterance  But I can regale his multi-million connivance  with sacred composure. Who is the ringmaster and who should dance?  The joke could be on me (rue, rue) or you (cuckoo)  Didn’t you, all eternity, make the truth untrue?  Whose cap do you feather betweenContinue reading “It is you, Prakash, the conman, who should be conned!: A poem “

In a long while, I haven’t voted  For, I swear, it must be noted  that democracy is only sugar-coated  It is bitter and should be loathed  And I’ll be way past ninety-nine  and still not pay the fine  The exercise of such will is not a crime  For, democracy is certainly not my rhyme!  ForContinue reading “Democracy is a crime, and not my rhyme!: A poem “

These dreams speak to me  like frontiers of an expanding oasis  And they tell me I am no longer the desert I thought I was  because of someone else’s treachery  But I feel like I am parched  even though I am soaked with perspiration  I tell each cloud that passes me by  that: How untiringContinue reading “Dreams that speak; a spirit that survives: A poem “

Day and night, this celestial song  as if the stars were an orchestra playing  even when the curtains went down  And I hear the sound…touch the sound  that not only reverberates, but also becomes solid  leaving little pebbles at my door  that I constantly try to decipher and know  feeling their wounds, reliving the pain Continue reading “Time changes colours: A poem “