Prakash Saint Paul is doing everything to sabotage me. And for the selfish interests of his family and himself. Mum, Dad and me will have to suffer for eternity if he gets his way. And I will lose my Jashmina for eternity. Think about us. How can you keep loving the biggest criminal of the ages over us to our doom

Even in the straitjacket, I am always free: A poem 

Can there be a kind of hush all over the world,  when so many different flags are unfurled?  Everybody is looking at me with anticipation  Am I here to choose my destination?  Yes, I am the Supreme as much as I am a serf  This immense pain I take on, is my glory and myContinue reading “Even in the straitjacket, I am always free: A poem “

A wormhole in the omnipresent space dust and rock: A poem 

The virtue of sacrifice may be snubbed by fame and fortune  like futile engravings on an ever-moving sand dune  Does this get the selfless soul flattened out and cut?  Or cracked open and spilled out like a nut?  This tragedy can only shatter glass not steel  For a fragrance is eternal even if seemingly surreal Continue reading “A wormhole in the omnipresent space dust and rock: A poem “

When stones begin to speak, they will speak of our love: A poem 

I know I am not an authority on granting verdicts  But I can say our patience deserves full marks  That we have left tracks across the universe  Its memory pangs for our each lifetime, every name  And I know these oars on the stream were predetermined  like encrusted emeralds that didn’t lose glitter  For theContinue reading “When stones begin to speak, they will speak of our love: A poem “