Jashmina, you know, if I love you too much like I do, I will lose you! And if I, even if reluctantly, hate you too much, I will also lose you. So please do not commit treachery against me at Prakash Saint Paul’s bidding. You know the treacherous ones conspired to pit me against my Dad; and take him away from me. How I bore that ignominy all along, but didn’t shed a tear. My Dad was hijacked from me, so I had to decimate him because of that evil hijacking Prakash Saint Paul. Must I always be disillusioned like that for eternity? Think about it, Jashmina!

Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem 

Hey Putin, what can I do?  Trump is not listening; I am without one shoe!  I am God, who does not cry; but am I to rue?  I can’t figure out if that bodygrabber PSP wants bathroom or loo, or all else too!   I can’t keep being patient with his treachery!  Are all my wisdom and resilience facing butchery?  It is getting too lateContinue reading “Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem “

Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem 

Jack Smith, you are so very nice!  But my pseudonym, Jack, doesn’t suit your ice  And does the name Smith suit your bite  Poor Joe Biden, too, wouldn’t believe in your insight!  Who is that much-beleaguered shining knight  that you are all so obsessed with, to deface his might?  May you all, by the wickedness, be proven right!  I know the loyalty of sincere dogs, in the US, hasContinue reading “Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem “

Trump is my friend and so is Putin. But not Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul. Who is permitting Volodmyr Zelensky to win the war? They who abandoned you, Mercury, for greed, selfishness and all! Mercury have you heard my help-seeking call? Or do you want my wrath, on you, to befall

Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem 

Someone just called me a bloody pimp!  I swear by the Sun that I hurt so much, and not from mere pimples!  My magic was being hijacked; and my mirror was like a windscreen that cracked  There were too many sinkholes forming from the transformers’ relentless whacks  I just feel that me, sacred, has been defiled by the whoring about Continue reading “Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem “

The feeling of immobility and diminution…can it be strength?: A poem 

You know, I live alone and barely mobile in a suburb  that is so busy and active, just like a city! But its shopwindows don’t get my sympathy  I know who I am, so I live by necessity  My immigrant feet lived youth in my native land  It was only when I was past forty that I moved, understand? Continue reading “The feeling of immobility and diminution…can it be strength?: A poem “

I do it best, when I do nothing at all: A poem 

To walk in the haloed streets of recall  To talk to strange angels over the wall  To drink sweet nectar from an empty cup  The wisdom of words written and rubbed (out)  To cook more rhyme than reason on the fire  To make logic of needs, not ensnaring desire  To open the window, at night, toContinue reading “I do it best, when I do nothing at all: A poem “