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(Just a whisper to the song Gold Mercedes by Dovydas) I hear they’re arming the skies; who are gonna dies? They are coming up with UFO files, is it meant for space flies? I wouldn’t know a word, if they wrote in Chinese across the skies? Are we telling the AIs there are donkeys onContinue reading “Who is the protagonist of peace, if you please?: A poem”

I feel the sinkholes around me, pledging they can take me down. I always thought I would hear the bees parading among the flowers, when I’d die; and little fledglings jumping out of their nests when I felt my spirit arise, like a vapour from an exhumation, affirming that all is not lost. If you’dContinue reading “Call it a day! Do you think I may?: A poem”

I take a cursory look at the time, the moment I awake, because sleeping and awakening no longer are a diurnal ritual, but a condominium of subsistence. Am I still livid, or is the throbbing in  my soul only from physical pain? Am I not fancying visiting my keyboard because of my aversion to exhibitContinue reading “Yes, wildflowers die; should they be afraid of death?: A poem”

What would you say, if I told you that the horses of my aspirations come trundling down at me, where I am in an action to decorticate before they hold me liable for their denial? I am tempted to believe in Unicorns, even if I am tethered in the sobriety of sensitive dispassion. Was IContinue reading “I take a good look at my aching legs; and what about my angry soul?: A Poem”

Did I feel my knees hurt in a kind of abandonment? Masada crying in its decrepitude, and I can hear it in my soul. Had they accused me with too much damage from the distance? If they only knew how much they scourged me in my walk for eternity? And I didn’t even measure thoseContinue reading “The harpsichords of my Masada silently weep…!: A poem”

You take a spritely leap into my arms, like you always did(!); if memory can cause me  such serendipity as the reality of when I first set my eyes on you, you little furry ball of happiness! What is the peculiarity of love in its sudden delight! How do you love a fondling, a childContinue reading “Little cuddles…my darling pooch: A poem”

You know these words we extract out of intellect like sculpted statues, if they were painstakingly carved out, but, unlike statues do not last. For even in their impervious solidity, they dissipate like filigree of air. I am just about to tell you that: Is intellect an artefact that keeps a conversation going for hours?Continue reading “A poem to a new friend: A poem”