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that light is not with conscience topped Light may have bound me and imprisoned me Continue reading “Faith is never out of date: A poem “
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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 “
Prakash creep is always doing his gadbad. He is a shameless desperate creep
Hey Prakash, get fucked if you have any shame left in you!
It is Prakash I don’t want
I was King Dragobert. Prakash, who cruelly murdered me?
After I was stoned to death by the evil St Paul (Prakash) and my beloved Sarah migrated to France with Mary Magdalene, I started reincarnating in France.