Faith is never out of date: A poem 

These days I think of gratitude  in times of immense suffering  In long strife, I had hoped  but could hope have now eloped?  This, due to treachery’s burglary  Freedom has never been hands free  This silent violence I have copped  that light is not with conscience topped  Light may have bound me and imprisoned me Continue reading “Faith is never out of date: A poem “

To Mum, Dad and my beloved: A poem 

Don’t stand shy in the shadows  But in my battalion’s forefront  I have kept my blooms in proud rows  in flowerbeds that are never sunburnt  Lilies, dahlias, daffodils, all bright  make the gardener’s imagination take flight  I have no cause to fear winter’s blight  The garden of my soul is always in sight  Rainbows likeContinue reading “To Mum, Dad and my beloved: A poem “

Those great distances between you and me: A poem 

I have sensed  the mega-accordion of the universe  play a disguised victory  And I have walked all the way to you  only to fall flat on my face  But I did not tell you I was exhausted  How Quasimodo will take you away from me again?!  Yet, we can burn the distances like stars  Though weContinue reading “Those great distances between you and me: A poem “

Prakash, I consign you to the critters of hell: A poem 

You stole my toil; you desecrated my holy oils  Your constant connivance can’t waylay me, though I recoil  You are much worse than all the scum of the soil  Your soul is as rancid as a festering boil  I have suffered immensely because of your selfish desperation  My purity bled from the thorns of yourContinue reading “Prakash, I consign you to the critters of hell: A poem “

I am the king of suffering: A poem 

I see the sky become a lantern  like an old ghost rekindled by reflection,  a memory that doesn’t need to be unwrapped  out of cotton cocoons, but like dawn  appears out of nothing. Even nothingness  is radiated by thought.  I think everyone’s brilliance  is in being able to contend with life’s fare.  How on earthContinue reading “I am the king of suffering: A poem “

The eternal battle between Prakash and me: A long story made short 

Prakash is the light of God – Lucifer. At the onset, God loved Prakash (Lucifer) so much that he gave Prakash the privilege to be undefeatable.  God also gave Prakash the privilege to ask for whatever he wants. Prakash abused these privileges and rebelled against God and tried to take away God’s creation from him.Continue reading “The eternal battle between Prakash and me: A long story made short “