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The fool is waiting  in subliminal pastures, everyday  like the unexpectant cattle grazing  in his own restrainedly amazing way   And he knows that if it is an illusion,  there is always a contradiction and a confusion  Can those promised measures of treasures  be just a tool of perseverance for a fool?  There can be surmise ofContinue reading “Epilogue to a fool’s tome: A poem “

You kiss me…like the horizon  And I whisper: ‘tomorrow”  Let the stars fall today  like electrons having lost their motion  For, today is starved of relief  like a nation fighting for its freedom  And I am a creator  who makes time sub-atomic…  makes it both solid and liquid  in a quantum curry of both pastContinue reading “You kiss me…: A poem “

My life is in camouflage on my soul’s walls  with the colour and erudition of university halls  Wisdom’s fluoride shines my teeth  My bread is made from intuition’s wheat  Astute stars are abuzz in my skies  They are little illuminations like fireflies  I feel like a school bus full of kids  with laughter exploding inContinue reading “I know what I am: A poem “

I have a treasure of auroras  licking the night sky’s   slow lonely hours  Yet, time in a moment dies  to the harmonica of fantasy’s eyes  where a carpet-floor of secrets rise   My fields crop with your thoughts  A front yard of flowerpots  A beachfront where life’s merciless ocean  becomes only a euphemism  AndContinue reading “The tree of my soul: A poem “

I thought he could be like fire  light as air, always climbing higher  I thought he was like earth  Can I think of him as mirth?  Yes, the joker only knows laughter  in the ironies and tragedies packed to the rafter  He can depend on the end and after  Though he thinks, there are tooContinue reading “The joker-ringmaster wants no wage: A poem “

I could be born again  But I think “not again!”  “Not after I lived lifetimes in so much pain!”  Can I be stronger, when it gets longer?  Can the sublime outlast the sorrow?  Can aloneness be a self-sustaining desert?  Can my own perspiration moisten my thirst?  Sometimes, I think, I need a shoulder, a hand Continue reading “I have a question for God: A poem “

I feel old as a mountain  being mined, and lined  with grey trucks stealing its luck  And they are making paydirt  of my earth  I feel sharp blades  in my soul’s everglades  where they hunt alligators   packing them up in freighters  My compassion is war-torn  like pastures that are shorn  of corn, for an urbanContinue reading “Just for the game: A poem “